How does it feel to step into a B-grade horror game? - 16

Episode 16.

Hakan was walking faster and faster, and now he was almost running.

‘Why does it keep stopping?’

Fidelis, who had been walking back and forth as if fighting someone, suddenly came to a standstill. His heart pounded with anxiety. Frowning, Hakan became desperate and began to run quickly, ignoring Isota, who was behind him. He wanted to use teleportation magic, but he couldn’t gamble that he might be transported somewhere.

Hakan strained his legs and ran fast. Isota also wanted to see Fidelis as soon as possible, so she grabbed her dress and jumped. As it became increasingly difficult to keep up with his fast-paced pace, Isota thought about it, took off his high heels, grabbed them in his hands, and started running barefoot.

“… It’s okay because it’s covered by the dress anyway and you can’t see your feet, right?”

It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, but I couldn’t show you how messed up I was. Isota muttered nervously, chewing the flesh in his mouth, but he didn’t stop running. Hakan, who was running fast ahead, suddenly stopped walking.

“What? Why stop?”

“It’s gone.”

“… What?”

Dumbfounded, Hakan replied, and Hakan’s life became ugly. His energy swelled violently and then burst, wreaking havoc in the hallways. In response, Isota unfurled his shield, but it cracked slightly, then cracked and shattered, the recoil knocking him to the ground.

“You bastard!”

Isota was furious with her messed up dress and hair.

“Why am I dressed like this?”

At the sound of gnashing teeth, broken wooden planks fell in torrents.

Tadak, tuk, tuduk.

Isota’s angry voice didn’t even sound like he couldn’t hear it, and his expression was bloody. With his magic, the doors were torn open and tossed across the floor, and ornaments fell with a loud thud. One of the ornaments rolled in front of Hakan and tapped the nose of his foot.

Whoops!

He raised his foot, stepped on the ornament, and began to walk again. It resembled the calm of the sea before the tsunami.

“What! Is Fidelis really gone?”

Hakan didn’t even look at her as she trembled nervously, and he didn’t even bother to respond. Biting her lip, she followed him calmly. There was nothing good in provoking that madman right now.

Walking with anger at every step, he slaughtered everything that came before him mercilessly and brutally, and never took a step back.

* * *

He has short black hair and fair skin that looks darker than dark. Inside the black, fiery red eyes looked down at Fidelis with a hint of cheerfulness.

“Who, who.”

Pecua looked back and forth between Fidelis and Sarha, her brow furrowed.

“It’s so annoyingly similar.”

A cold, cold voice made Fidelis’ body tremble involuntarily.

“… But if you look at what you’re doing, it’s not like that.”

Unable to make out Pecua’s words muttering to herself, Fidelis stared up at her in the air.

Fidelis’ eyes widened slightly. He was in the middle of an event game, and for some reason, he had stopped the situation and was acting unruly.

“Perhaps, devil?”

Red lips arced.

“That’s right, I’m a demon. The name is Pecua. Thank you.”

Am I supposed to introduce myself?

Just as he pursed his lips, Pecua spoke again.

“I’m the one who cursed this mansion and made the game that speaks in your world.”

Fidelis’ eyes widened at her shocking words.

“… Why did you do that…. No, you’re the one who brought me?”

His lips trembled and his palms dripped with sweat. Fidelis continued to wipe his palms against his clothes, as was his habit. Instead of answering her question, Pecua asked curtly.

“Do you like ghosts? I’ve got a lot of special preparations for you. I’ve made a lot of different skills for you.”

“Hey, there.”

“It’s not fun to die too easily. I’ve prepared this and that in your favor as a gesture of apologies.”

Deliberately ignoring Fidelis’ call, maintaining an unapologetic attitude, Pecua began to say only what she had to say.

“Play for you who don’t know anything… Or did they call it a game there? Anyway.”

Staring intently into Fidelis’ confused eyes, she looked at the stilled Rasna with her quiggling pupils. When she turned her attention back to Fidelis, there was nothing in her eyes, as if the momentary shaking had been a lie.

“I didn’t play the game because it was a tough environment. So I took advantage of him.”

“Bo, are you talking about your nursery school brother?”

She nodded in affirmation.

“Well, then you brought me here!”

“Let’s get the word straight. I didn’t bring you.”

“What?”

Not? You said I was the one who made the game and used my brother, but you didn’t bring me here? If so, who?

Based on what Pecua was saying, she thought she was the right one to bring him in. But Pecua denied it. Fidelis was confused by what was happening.

“I wasn’t the one who brought you here. I just created the situation.”

After all, he was sympathetic to bringing him here. Pecua said with a single smile, and Fidelis wrinkled his face.

“Doesn’t that mean the same thing? After all, if you hadn’t created the situation…”

“You absolutely never would have come here. I couldn’t have been in Korea.”

“… What are you talking about?”

It was Pecua who kept his mouth shut at a crucial moment. Fidelis didn’t say what he wanted to hear, but just talked about catching the clouds, which made Fidelis feel frustrated.

In an unnatural space where everything was at a standstill, in this seemingly fake place, Fidelis thought the sun was somehow too hot. His throat was thirsty, and the demon in front of him and what he had been through all this time didn’t seem real. It was Pecua’s high-pitched voice that shattered those distractions.

“You know that.”

Looking at her, her eyes already red and holding back tears, Pecua was silent for a moment.

‘Clearly, he looks like Sarha, so why ……. Rasna?’

Staring at Fidelis dimly, she involuntarily opened her closed mouth.

“I’ll tell you one thing: you’re not guilty of anything. It’s a matter of my heart that this happened.”

“… If I have no sin, why ……. me?”

Biting his lip, Fidelis pointed to Sarha.

“Is it because I look like him?”

I asked bluntly in response to the question I had earlier. When I first explained the game, I said that humans made a pact with the devil to annihilate the people of this mansion. If so, the demon contracted by the human being must be the demon in front of me, and the human being is probably Rasna.

If she couldn’t stand Sarha’s harassment and made a pact with the devil…

“Am I a victim because I look like him?”

In response to the implicit question, Pecua understood the intent of her question. Including her thoughts.

You think it’s unfair. You don’t think that’s right.

Pecua chuckled.

“Do you really want the devil to be normal? I’ll do whatever I want, even if it means ruining an innocent human being.”

“Am I the one who is doomed?”

A creepy, grave voice wafted through Fidelis’ vocal cords. Pecua looked down at her instead of answering.

“… I see.”

He looked expressionless, but he looked sick. It was the same in Korea. I didn’t do anything, but I was despised for my appearance. This is the case again. He didn’t do anything, but he was targeted for destruction because he had the same outward appearance as Sarha.

You said you’ve gotten used to the pain, but I guess you’re not used to being hated. My heart was tight and I felt like I wanted to let go of everything. If you didn’t want to do anything, but you didn’t want to do anything, you didn’t want to do anything.

No matter how hard I try, if you won’t look at me…….

Pecua looked calmly into Fidelis’ eyes, which were becoming less and less focused.

Suddenly, Fidelis saw his bare feet. The blackened bare feet and the bare feet that had been cleaned by Hakan seemed to overlap. I also raised my hand. He could also see the bandages that wrapped his hands lovingly. I thought of his voice, which always called me so sweetly, and of his face. Light was gradually emerging from his unfocused eyes.

Hakan, who was the only one who looked at me lovingly in the midst of all the mess, was an eye-popping salvation that came down from heaven to me after living with nothing but despise. The corners of Pecua’s mouth twitched slightly as she saw her completely out of focus.

“If you end the curse of this game, is it really possible to escape from here?”

“…….”

Pecua had no answers.

“This is… It’s not a game, it’s reality, right?”

“Yes.”

I was relieved. I was so happy that Hakan was a real person, not a character in the game, that what he moved was not in the form of a scenario in the game, and that he did what he wanted.

I wouldn’t see him when I went back to Korea, but I was going to do my best to break the curse for him who cared about me.

“Can I go back if I unpack it?”

“Try your best. And keep this in mind. I’m the devil who makes everything unhappy.”

Pecua blurted out the corners of her mouth as she uttered a meaningful word, snapping her fingers. The bright light dared to lounce on Fidelis and disappeared, and her eyes crept open. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut at the sight that was happening in front of me.

I could see Rasna lying bloodied, gasping for breath. His eyes were unfocused, blurry, and he felt like he was about to die. Fidelis ran over and put his hand on her, but his translucent hand pierced Rasna’s body.

“Uh, what can I do.”

Frustrated by the prospect of watching, Fidelis stomped his feet. Standing in front of him, Sarha was smiling gracefully.

“Oh no, I’m a little weak this time.”

Sarha muttered, his lips curling in regret. Fidelis’ brow narrowed.

“Shall we bring another child this time?”

At the question of the user next to him, Sarha poked his hand into his cheek and thought about it.

“I think that’s a good idea. I hope she’s a little stronger this time.”

“Yes, miss.”

How could she slaughter a person like this?

Fidelis was frustrated as he could only watch Rasna breathe heavily.

“… Please save me…….”

Tears welled up in my eyes. Despite her desperate plea, Sarha’s gaze remained cold. Wiping away tears, Fidelis paused.

“In the past… Wait.”

Fidelis thought Rasna, who was muttering helplessly to be spared, had made a pact with the devil. But now she seemed powerless to move a fingertip.