My nearsighted self takes on horror game

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I entered the horror game, but due to my severe nearsightedness, I couldn't see clearly.
I treated the blood-dressed ghost loli like my own daughter, the big boss like my husband, and the old ghosts like my parents.
When we first met, I grabbed the big boss's abs and sighed:
Nice body, but you're a bit short.
The boss laughed angrily, put his severed head back on his neck, and gritted his teeth:
"I'm 6'1". Take another look now?"
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[Welcome to the "House of Happiness" mission.
[Players who survive for seven days in this mission will pass.
[Initial players: 30; Currently alive: 30.
[We wish all players an enjoyable game~]
After dying in a car accident, a flash of white light passed, and I arrived in front of a large building. An eerie mechanical voice sounded in my ears.
Because I'm severely nearsighted, I can't distinguish between people and animals within 10 feet.
I couldn't see what the building looked like clearly, nor could I make out the exact appearance of the people around me. I could only see vague human shapes.
At this time, I heard a fragile schoolgirl crying: "Wah, where is this? I want to go home."
A yellow-haired guy cursed angrily: "Who's messing with us? Let me go back!"
A relatively calm man and woman stepped forward. They introduced themselves as veteran players named Hilary and Dennis, and kindly explained to us.
This was an infinite horror game, and those pulled into this game were all dead people.
If we could clear all the missions and accumulate the legendary 9999 points, we could be resurrected.
Hearing we could be resurrected, I hurriedly asked: "So how many points can you get for clearing one mission?"
Hilary seemed a bit down and said softly: "It depends on your terror value when you clear it. If you clear with 99 terror, you'll only get 1 point. If you hit 100 terror, you die instantly."
Terror value, as the name suggests, is the degree of fear.
Veteran players familiar with the game can usually keep their terror below 60.
As for new players, well, it's pretty rough.
I rubbed my chin and asked again: "Then what if you clear with 0 terror? Can you get 100 points?"
As soon as I said this, unbeknownst to me, everything was being livestreamed. Countless comments mocked me:
[This newbie is so arrogant! Although the House of Happiness is only an S-rank mission and not the highest level, it's still never been cleared due to its insane difficulty!]
[Didn't the famous player James from the top guild fail here last time? He made it to day 6 but still died in the end.]
[We're screwed, this random matchmaking only has two veteran players, Hilary and Dennis. The two of them together aren't as good as James. Looks like it'll be a team wipe again.]
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Soon, it was time for us to choose rooms.
Hilary said that although no one had cleared this mission before, the players who died previously had figured out some tips.
This building has 30 floors total, with one apartment per floor. Only one player can stay on each floor.
And the House of Happiness is actually a role-playing horror mission.
There are some ghosts living in each apartment, and they will play various close relationships with the players.
So how could the terror value not fluctuate dramatically after living together for seven days?
Dennis hurriedly interrupted Hilary and pulled her along to choose the first and second floors.
Seeing the veteran players make this choice, some smart people quickly followed suit and chose the lower floors.
Because of my poor eyesight, I couldn't run fast enough, so I had to wait for everyone else to choose.
In the end, only the 30th floor was left for me.
Taking advantage of the fact that I couldn't see, the comments were chattering again:
[This newbie is dead for sure. Everyone knows the higher the floor, the higher level the boss.]
[Especially the 30th floor, it's all big bosses, known as the House of Death.]
I reached the 30th floor and looked around, finding it not much different from reality. Just a bit more bloody smell, redder walls, lower temperature, darker lighting...
Plus, this was a huge penthouse! With the family I've always dreamed of!
You should know, in reality I'm not only a severely nearsighted useless person, but also an orphan, and even more so a poor dog!
I walked to the door, unhesitatingly reached out my hand, knocked hard, and shouted:
"Open up quick, baby's home! I'll starve to death if you don't open!"
The comments were stunned:
[Is she purely seeking death? Which player doesn't politely knock or wait quietly at the door for the ghosts to be in a good mood to open up.]
[I don't want to watch this brainless woman anymore. I'm switching to another stream. I'll go watch Hilary.]
[Keep watching! I want to see how she dies!]


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Actually, they don't understand my thought process.
Since it's role-playing and we're supposed to become a family with the ghosts, of course we should interact naturally.
In real life, would you very politely say "Hello, is anyone there? Please help me open the door" when returning to your own home?
After knocking, the door creaked open and a chill swept over my entire body.
I sighed comfortably. This was simply a summer resort. No need for air conditioning even in summer.
I looked down and saw a small red "figure".
Although my vision was always blurry, the two braids swinging back and forth suggested it was a child in a red dress.
The child smiled eerily and suddenly pounced at me, her icy little hands gripping my neck.
I hugged her in my arms, feeling her dress was wet, and immediately said disapprovingly:
"How can a child wear wet clothes? Take them off quickly! I'll get you changed into dry clothes!"
My nose twitched, smelling a bloody scent, and I anxiously asked:
"Are you hurt somewhere? Where's the first aid kit? I'll help you treat it."
The comments bitterly complained:
[Sister, open your dog eyes and look! This is one of the bosses of the House of Death. What she's wearing isn't a wet red dress, it's dyed red from killing and dismembering players! The bloody smell isn't because she's hurt, it's the players' blood on her dress.]
[Never mind, when that person comes home, she's dead for sure.]
Unfortunately, I couldn't see these comments. I carried the child into the house while helping her take off the red dress. I found a new white dress in her exquisite princess room and put it on her.
The child's little hands gripping my neck unconsciously loosened.
Sensing her uncertainty, I took a warm towel, leaned in closer, and gently wiped the blood stains off her face bit by bit.
Only then did I see clearly that she was an adorable little loli.
I smiled and pointed at my face, saying: "As family members, helping each other is what I should do. But shouldn't you give me a kiss to show your thanks?"
The little loli shyly tugged at her white dress, quietly leaned in to my face, and gave me a quick peck before quickly pulling away.
Her voice was soft and sweet as she said: "Thank you, Mommy."
What? Mommy?
I've become a painless mother!
This is simply too awesome!
You should know, in reality I've heard so many stories of women dying in childbirth. Although I long for a family, I'm most afraid of giving birth.
I had just coaxed the little loli to take an afternoon nap when I heard the mechanical voice announce:
[Initial players: 30; Currently alive: 20.]
I didn't expect that just from choosing rooms, 10 players had already died.
I opened my phone and held it close to my eyes, barely able to make out the text on the screen.
It turned out everyone was exchanging information in the player group chat, like how other players died.
Apparently, Brad and three other men had fought fiercely over the 3rd floor.
In the end, Brad narrowly won and moved into the 3rd floor.
As soon as Brad knocked on the door, a human-bodied dog-headed ghost walked out, opened its bloody maw, and swallowed Brad whole.
It then chewed a few times and spat out some white bones with bits of flesh still attached.
Through the half-open door, other players saw a large pile of bones inside. They guessed those were probably the remains of previous players.
Witnessing this, basically all the new players' adrenaline spiked.
Now except for Hilary and Dennis, everyone's terror value was at 50, and this was only the first day!
There was also a middle-aged uncle whose terror value shot up to 100 the instant he walked through the 10th floor door, and he died directly.
The other players died in various ways, either killed by ghosts or scared to death.
Of course, none of this had anything to do with me.
I stood up and, while the little loli was sleeping, diligently found a mop from the bathroom and cleaned the entire apartment.
I scrubbed the red floor tiles until they turned white. I'm really capable!
The red stains on the walls that I couldn't clean off, I just scraped away with a chisel.
By the time I finished, it was already afternoon. My back ached from the work, so I lay down on the sofa next to the little loli and fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up again, I was enveloped by an icy aura.
The room was very dark, and a blurry black shadow stood in front of me.
Although I couldn't see clearly, I was captivated by his voice from his very first sentence.
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He chuckled in a low, sexy voice:
"Heh, interesting. You've actually survived this long with Ella."
Immediately after, the little loli Ella's cold voice also sounded:
"You'd better not touch her. This mommy is quite interesting. I want to keep her to play with."
The man didn't respond to her. With a wave of his hand, the little loli named Ella flew backwards off the sofa, crashed into the balcony glass with a loud "bang", along with the sound of bones shattering.
The man laughed coldly: "Who allowed you to talk to me like that? You really think you're my daughter?"
I couldn't stand it anymore. I scrambled up from the sofa, muttering:
"Who allowed you to talk to a child like that? What kind of father are you?"
I meant to slap the man's face, but somehow my hand slipped and grabbed his abs instead.
Tsk, the feeling was so good I couldn't help but feel them up a couple more times.
Seeing the man on the verge of exploding with rage, his whole body emitting black energy, I hurriedly tried to salvage the situation:
"Ella is my little treasure, you're my big treasure. We're just a loving family.
"Actually, um, honey, your body is pretty nice, but why do you look a bit short?
"It's okay, now that I'm here, I'll cook delicious food for you every day. I guarantee both father and daughter will grow tall."
The comments went crazy:
[God, what is she saying? How dare she say these things in front of the Headless Big Boss!]
[Finally the Headless Big Boss appears. He should be the strongest boss in the House of Happiness mission, right? James died at his hands back then.]
[But why is the Big Boss's face suspiciously red? I'm shipping it.]
[Above, you're just hungry.]
The livestream audience was all waiting for the man to snap my neck.
That was the fate of previous players.


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Unexpectedly, the next second, the man raised his hand and suddenly put the head he was holding back on his neck.
Then he leaned in close to me, his cool and evil image gone, his voice mixed with inexplicable grievance:
"I'm short? I'm a solid 6'1". Take another look, won't you?"
These days, as long as he's a man, even if he's a ghost, they all care about height!
"Trista, I advise you, look carefully."
The man suddenly called my name, so alluring it made my heart race.
I yanked his tie hard, making him press completely against me, while coquettishly murmuring:
"Can't see clearly, come closer."
Staring at the handsome face clearly magnified before me, I secretly rejoiced:
Thank goodness, thank goodness this broken horror game only looks at terror value, not heart rate.
Otherwise, I'd definitely be dead.
Seeing the man not saying anything, I worried he was angry. I immediately nodded with starry eyes, fawning:
"Wow! You're 6'1", I'm 5'5", the perfect height difference. We're truly a match made in heaven!"
The man in the suit turned bright red. He was about to speak.
The next second, the blood-dressed loli who had just reassembled her bones rushed over, kicked the man up to the ceiling, leaving him stuck there unable to get down.
Then the little loli looked at me innocently, nuzzled my face, and said with moist eyes:
"Mommy, Ella, hungry hungry, food food."
Who could resist this?
I immediately took out ingredients from the fridge, squinted my eyes, and happily went to cook for the little loli... and my husband.
My cooking skills are no joke. The father-daughter pair licked the bowls and plates clean.
When I went to shower, I seemed to hear them talking cordially:
"Ella, actually keeping this woman is fine. Her cooking is quite delicious."
"But Daddy, when those two come back tomorrow, they'll explode if they know we won't eat their food anymore."
"You call that food? If they dare question it, I'll kill them first."
"Okay, I'll keep watch for you."
After my shower, I very naturally occupied the master bedroom. I peeked out from under the covers sneakily, seeing that black shadow still sitting motionless on the sofa.
So I started showcasing my virtues in a soft, gentle voice:
"Honey, why don't you go shower in the bathroom yourself, and I'll help wash your hair in the kitchen? It'll be faster that way."
Comments: [What kind of devil suggestion is this?]
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More outrageously, the Headless Big Boss, for whatever reason, actually agreed to my proposal.
In the end, we split up to carry out the plan.
I hummed a tune while washing the man's head in the kitchen.
The comments watched this bizarre scene with goosebumps:
[In my opinion, birds of a feather flock together. This Trista is also a dead pervert.]
They had no idea that to my severely nearsighted eyes, I was just washing a hairy black watermelon in my hands.
Suddenly, the "black watermelon" in my hands spoke: "You seem to be in a good mood?"
I frankly said: "Of course! I feel like I'm getting along great with you and your daughter. We'll definitely clear the mission smoothly."
The black watermelon stared at me, suddenly grinning eerily yet handsomely:
"You'll get your wish, Trista."
I looked at him tenderly... actually I couldn't see clearly, but never mind these details.
"I still don't know your name?"
The black watermelon, oh no, the Headless Big Boss suddenly flew his whole head off, perfectly connecting with the body that had just walked out of the bathroom, turning back into that dashingly handsome 6'1" man.
The man seemed to recall something unpleasant, his voice hoarse:
"I don't have a name. If you're willing, you can give me one."
After saying this, the man quickly left, telling me in a low mood that he was going to sleep in the guest room.
Tsk, this husband is so stingy. Can't he let me sleep while feeling his abs?
I scratched my head, unable to think of a good name for the moment, so I went back to the bedroom to keep thinking.
Just as I was pondering, the next second, a pair of pitch-black eyes appeared in my blanket, a small face emitting a ghostly glow.
It was like a scene straight out of The Grudge.
Fortunately I couldn't see clearly, only seeing a blurry white shape.
"Mommy, don't pay attention to that headless old monster. Tonight, Ella wants to sleep with Mommy."
So it was Ella. I don't know when she had crawled into my blanket.
I pinched her little face, picked her up into my arms, and gently instructed:
"You can't call Daddy an old monster. It'll make him sad."
Ella looked at me in confusion, opened her mouth to reveal bloodily bare gums with all the teeth pulled out:
"Hee hee~ But I'm a little monster too. They even call me little vixen and little bitch."
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I sighed, trying to correct this little ghost's thinking:
"Who are 'they'? It's wrong of them to say these things. If Mommy ever meets them, no matter what, I'll definitely scold them back and hit them back for Ella.
"But Ella, you can't talk about yourself like that. It makes Mommy sad too."
Later, I rambled on and on, somehow falling asleep without realizing.
What I didn't know was...
After I fell asleep, Ella clung tightly to me, staring at my sleeping face. Her dress turned from red to white, then white to red again and again.
Then she muttered softly: "Mommy will be sad. Can't let Mommy be sad."
The comments also nervously spammed:
[This is the first time I've seen the blood-dressed loli's ghost energy fluctuate so much! In the end her dress stayed white and didn't change back.]
[Damn, this newbie changed the blood-dressed loli's attributes. She's got skills!]
The next morning, I was woken up by the mechanical voice announcement:
[Initial players: 30; Currently alive: 15.]
I groggily picked up my phone and saw the player group discussing that 5 more people had died last night.
Three died at the hands of ghosts.
Two experienced something unknown, their terror value spiking to 100, and they were gone too.
I suddenly received a private message from Hilary:
[Trista, are you okay? I was busy dealing with the ghost on the second floor yesterday and didn't have a chance to tell you. For the first three days, you must seize the time to win over your "family members". I watched James's livestream back then. This is the information I know, just take it as compensation. It's my fault for not explaining the room selection rules in advance, causing you to have to live on the 30th floor.]
Besides this, Hilary was also giving advice to many new players in the group chat. Dennis occasionally came out to curse:
[Why tell these newbies? I think you're just too kind. Helping them doesn't do us any good.]
Hilary typed to persuade him: [It's not easy to meet. Don't be so calculative.]
So the surviving players were all grateful to Hilary.
These two veteran players are quite interesting.
I smiled slightly and pressed my face to the screen to reply to Hilary:
[I'm doing great, thanks for your concern.]
The Headless Big Boss was holding his own head in one hand and Ella in her white dress in the other, doing "dumbbell" lifts.
Seeing me hugging my phone, he seemed to realize something and frowned slightly:
"Don't trust too mu-"
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed.
Ella frowned worriedly and hurried to support him.
I also quickly rushed over to catch him with my body.
The mission system restricts NPCs from revealing specific clearance information to players.

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