"Hey, old man, are you ho?"
"Old man, co out! Old man? See, I’m still alive!"
No matter how he called out, the old man never ca.
In the distance, there were so empty houses, their doors wide open, who knew what was hidden inside.
Wang Hao didn’t dare to neglect these details and carefully morized them. In the second reincarnation, he sohow provoked the final big boss "It," so just in case he died, these mories could be useful in subsequent gas.
In just under a minute, the thick fog once again enveloped the village, signaling that the character’s level of rationality had slid from its peak.
He couldn’t help but sigh, "I’ve eaten three corn cakes today, it seems like I can’t get through this normally..."
"Bro, I want to eat a corn cake too. It’s a bit late now," his brother said just then.
"Eat up, eat up, we’ll go to sleep after you’re done," Wang Hao said as he took a cake from his bag and placed it in his brother’s hand.
Wang Hao realized he was facing a serious moral dilemma.
"Only one of us, my foolish brother or , can survive."
Now that he had eaten three in one day, to stay alive, he would have to take his brother’s cake and let his brother die.
However, it seed that in the first reincarnation, he had said he would save his foolish brother in the second one.
Looking at his brother still happily eating the cake, Wang Hao cursed in his heart, "Screw this moral dilemma... I won’t lose any flesh if I lose the ga; I’ll just start over."
"Winning but feeling ntally unsatisfied isn’t worth it, I definitely want to choose the option that makes happy!"
Thinking this way, he divided the corn cakes hanging around his neck into two parts, handed his brother’s share directly to him, and instructed cautiously, "One a day, don’t eat more, carry them with you at all tis, got it? Keep them with you even when you sleep, so that no one steals them."
His brother was slow to react, his frail body paused, and he looked blankly at his brother.
He didn’t quite understand.
From his perspective, his brother’s face was extrely pale, without a trace of color, and his whole body trembled slightly, as if he might fall over at any mont.
He didn’t understand why he needed to carry them, but ultimately he took the cakes and said, sowhat reluctantly, "Will you have enough to eat then? Or maybe... I could give you one of mine."
"It’s okay, I won’t starve to death," Wang Hao sighed. There were only four corn cakes left in his hand, but six days still remained, a truly worriso future. "Don’t worry, it’s fine."
He pondered in his heart, "Have I escaped its pursuit? Why did it appear?"
After a long ditation, he almost guessed the reason why "It" suddenly appeared.
"It’s because of the conversation I had with the neighbor, the old man!"
"I wanted to ask about information on ’It,’ and that’s what triggered this event."
"’It’ exists in the village, understood only through intuition and not to be spoken of, and once it’s ntioned in conversation, it will attack."
"No wonder, Grandma didn’t directly tell about the existence of ’It,’ because Grandma also can’t withstand its attack."
With this realization, he felt a chilling terror throughout his body.
Everyone in the village was troubled by their own rationality, all afraid of being taken by "It." And this thing was so petty that even a ntion by others was not allowed...
"What is ’Its’ purpose? The fake Grandma, fake children, fake mother..."
"Its purpose, could it be to imitate humans?"
"Yeah, that’s not out of the question. It might not have much wisdom, but compared to usual abnormalities, it seems much smarter."
Thinking this, the sky had turned completely dark, and staying outside any longer would have plumted my san values, so I had no choice but to return to the bedroom and squeeze onto the bed with my little brother.
Wang Hao always felt that the ga character he was controlling, as well as his silly brother, were not at all normal.
Ordinary people, when confronted with such bizarre situations, would either be scared stiff or fall into a state of constant panic.
And these two idiots just fell asleep?
Isn’t that a bit too bold?
"Maybe it’s a negligence on the ga company’s part... but it doesn’t matter, a little flaw is understandable."
"No... no, this shouldn’t be considered a flaw!"
Wang Hao suddenly thought of a possibility. As a player, "I" am in a state of absolute rationality, equivalent to the highest level of sanity and would not be affected by the reduction in san values.
So, the player found this scene very puzzling and very frightening.
But the ga’s main character might experience all sorts of hallucinations due to the reduction in san values, which would prevent him from feeling any fear, and he might even believe that all sorts of inconceivable phenona were natural.
With this thought in mind, the ga main character’s abnormal actions seed natural.
"What a crazy and despairing place."
[A night passed, and you woke up feeling rather unwell.]
When I woke up the next day, my vision was again twisted, as if there were dark red flas burning on everything.
I looked down at my hands, and saw the veins on my skin bulging out one by one, slightly trembling.
The loud "thumping" of the heartbeat was a strong indication that the character was in danger.
Wang Hao inwardly cursed, "Damn it", [It’s] attack was relentless and would not stop just because of the high sanity of the first day.
With each new awakening, [It] would bring an attack!
Turning my ear to the side, I could hear the sound of tables and chairs moving in the living room.
"Tap, tap, tap."
Footsteps approached.
"Grandma" appeared at the bedroom door, holding a plate and offering a "breakfast" with a seemingly smiling yet not smiling expression.
She wore a cyan-grey padded jacket, her face covered with age spots, and her white hair trembled in the wind; she just stood there stiffly, her dead white and cold eyes staring at Wang Hao, yet her face bore a strange smile.
The red mist filled the room at a visible speed, and in an instant, the wooden furniture seed to age over a decade, with a gloomy and decaying scent spreading around, the surrounding darkness becoming even thicker, as if to swallow a person whole.
Wang Hao found that his character was beginning to lose control, actually reaching to take the breakfast made by "Grandma"!
"Am I about to beco ntally disturbed?!"
He steeled himself, his whole body numb.
It was not out of fear, but a creeping despair. This kind of despair that foretold certain death was different from fear, making him sowhat unable to stop himself. He really liked these surprises that exceeded expectations, rather than progressing through the ga in an orderly fashion.
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