Is There Something Wrong with Looking for a Boyfriend in a Horror Game? Chapter 28

Lu Yan didn’t rember much from his childhood, and frankly, he didn’t think those mories were important. Forgetting them didn’t bother him.

But ever since he fell in love, those forgotten fragnts seed to grow clearer by the day.

He still recalled that tiny, cage-like white room.

A child in white clothes endured the agony of decay over and over, only to be "healed" ti and again by the so-called new drugs they developed.

The adults said it was all for the progress of humanity.

So he had to endure the pain, the hunger—all to extract crucial data on the limits of human endurance.

Often, he would curl up in the corner of his bed, biting down on his sleeve when the pain beca unbearable.

At first, when the hunger gnawed at him, he’d reach out to the observers outside, and occasionally, soone might toss him a scrap of food.

But later, no matter how desperately he stretched his hand, no one pitied him.

"Hungry… so hungry…"

The researchers outside recoiled in disgust as he crawled to the edge of the glass window, stepping further away.

Through the glass, he saw his own reflection.

A child rotting and reforming, his body no longer whole—just a revolting, putrid ss, reeking of decay.

Soone like him… no, he wasn’t even human.

Eventually, Lu Yan learned not to scream in pain or beg for food. No one would help him, and crying out only wasted his strength.

Once he grew accustod, he could almost convince himself the pain didn’t hurt anymore.

He watched as batches of people in white clothes entered the neighboring rooms, one after another, never to return.

n, won, old, young—to the researchers, they were nothing more than test subjects for human endurance.

The SU sought to create a drug—one that could grant "rebirth" from "death." A miracle that would alter the course of history.

Most test subjects perished during the first death experint or beca grotesque mutations from genetic tampering.

Only Lu Yan endured death after death. Even as his flesh rotted, he clung to life—as if he were the "rebirth" they craved.

So he beca the lab’s longest-held prisoner.

Eventually, the researchers’ gazes turned feverish, and he realized—he truly wasn’t human anymore.

Then, one day, he snapped the ropes binding his arms and fled the operating table. The flas he ignited raged uncontrollably, devouring everything.

At the heart of the inferno, surrounded by scorching heat and ash, he felt no fear—only a delirious thrill.

Burn.

Let the fire burn brighter. Let it consu the whole world!

Black mist coiled overhead, shrouding the cursed place like an illusion of isolation, luring one unfortunate soul after another into its grasp.

Lu Yan gasped, the vivid mories suddenly fading. Blinking awake, he stared blankly at the girl perched on top of him, forgetting for a mont that he’d dread of the past.

"Xia Miao?" His voice was soft, drowsy, sending a tingle down the ears of the insatiable girl.

Xia Miao cupped his face. "Did you just have a nightmare?"

A nightmare?

Lu Yan looked dazed. "I don’t rember."

Xia Miao thrust her hand in front of him. "You pinched so hard it’s red!"

"I’m sorry, Xia Miao!" he stamred.

She dropped her scolding act, flopping onto his chest with a grumble. "The biggest nightmare is right here beside you. What else is there to fear?"

Lu Yan took a mont to process this. "Xia Miao isn’t a nightmare."

She huffed. "I’m high-maintenance, but that’s because I’m exceptional. You’re supposed to accommodate , not the other way around. Got it?"

Lu Yan blinked. "Cold."

Xia Miao imdiately yanked the blanket over him, tucking the edges snugly. "Better?"

When she looked up, their eyes t, and she flustered. "I just—I don’t want you getting sick and making take care of you! It’s not like I like you more than you like !"

Lu Yan simply said, "Oh."

Xia Miao tugged at his recently softened black hair, competitive as ever. "Admit it. You like more, right?"

He’d learned his lesson. "Yes. I like Xia Miao more."

Pleased, she kissed the corner of his mouth. "Good answer."

Lu Yan’s eyes sparkled, his cowlick bouncing excitedly no matter how much she tried to smooth it down.

Whatever.

Xia Miao pulled him up. "It’s the weekend, but no lazing around. We promised Tall Guy we’d help him woo my best friend!"

Her sudden enthusiasm stemd from guilt—she’d nearly ruined a budding romance. She had sins to atone for!

Her plan was set: invite Fang Keai to the activity room, then have Tall Guy appear with a bouquet—Lu Yan’s idea, of course.

But where to get flowers?

Lu Yan and Xia Miao turned in unison toward the garden outside, exchanging mischievous grins.

"Gotta be careful," Xia Miao whispered.

"Don’t let the old gardener catch us," Lu Yan added.

Hand in hand, they snickered identically, sneaking into the garden and crouching side by side, committing floral cris.

The headless woman adjusted her newly diamond-carved head, admiring its sparkle.

The conjoined twins slurped from a pot of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. "Shouldn’t soone stop those two troublemakers?"

The day before, Lu Yan and Xia Miao had hidden the headless woman’s head.

Yesterday, they’d waxed the twins’ utensils.

And now? Flower theft.

Lu Yan was never one to sit still—he’d always been a bit of a troublemaker. But after getting a girlfriend, he beca even more restless. And since Xia Miao indulged his every whim, having her backing only emboldened him further, to the point where even dogs avoided him in annoyance.

The old gardener glanced at the two figures rustling about in the garden, took a leisurely sip of his fine black tea, and chuckled. "A little liveliness isn’t such a bad thing, is it?"