Is There Something Wrong with Looking for a Boyfriend in a Horror Game? Chapter 98

Faintly visible was a tall figure, his every step falling with a steady rhythm, as if he were strolling leisurely through the darkness, admiring every corner.

The air seed to be perated with so mysterious signal.

The black monsters lowered their heads, their bodies tense, cautiously retreating step by step in a guarded posture. Growls like those of small dogs continuously escaped their throats, as if trying to resist this looming threat.

Yet when the man approached undeterred, they could hold out no longer. They turned to flee, only to be struck by an inexplicable, overwhelming pressure—their bodies bursting apart in an instant.

In the second-class carriage, all passengers had retreated into their rooms. As for those who had fled from the first-class carriage, they could only huddle in the corridor.

Who could have imagined that the wealthy, who had once looked down on others with disdain, now cowered like dogs in this very space.

Among them, Long Shenting could be considered the sole lucky one.

Xue Fufu was clever. She didn’t know when this chaos would subside, but the current situation looked grim.

She quickly stuffed whatever supplies she could find into her bag, then searched for a suitable hiding spot—lest when resources ran low and order collapsed, soone might try to steal from her.

Before she could find a place to stash her things, she noticed Long Shenting’s unusual silence.

Unable to resist, she glanced at him. "What’s wrong? Are you still feeling unwell? I have so cold dicine here."

Long Shenting sat on a chair, his eyes lifting sluggishly to et hers. After a long pause, he said, "You never told you were a second-class passenger."

Xue Fufu’s expression faltered. She had expected him to mind, but not to confront her so directly.

She lowered her head, as if mustering courage for a long mont before whispering, "I’m sorry. I didn’t an to hide it from you. I was just afraid… that if you knew my status, you wouldn’t want to be friends anymore."

Long Shenting should have been angry. But faced with Xue Fufu’s innocent, pleading expression, his anger dissipated.

Xue Fufu continued, "I truly wanted to be your friend. I was just too cowardly to show you my real self."

Her words were earnest, her eyes glistening with unshed tears—enough to soften anyone’s heart.

Long Shenting felt a stir in his chest.

True, she had hidden her second-class status, but everything else about her had been genuine, hadn’t it?

He still rembered the first ti he saw Xue Fufu—injured and vulnerable, she had appeared before him like a ray of light. From then on, he couldn’t forget her.

Long Shenting softened his tone. "I’m not blaming you. Go ahead with what you were doing."

Xue Fufu exhaled in relief. She still had much to organize and no ti to play the role of a comforting confidante for Long Shenting.

But Long Shenting’s sharp eyes caught sight of a magazine tucked beneath the table. Almost as if compelled, he bent down and pulled it out.

The magazine had clearly been flipped through often, its pages creased with frequent use. The most dog-eared page bore Long Shenting’s photograph, accompanied by an article detailing his background.

"This place should be safe for now. You don’t need to worry—you can stay here as long as you need." Xue Fufu looked up and froze at the sight of the magazine in Long Shenting’s hands.

Long Shenting’s expression darkened. "You knew who I was all along."

"No, that’s not—I an—" Xue Fufu struggled to find an excuse, only making her deceit more painfully obvious.

In truth, the signs had been there.

First, she had found a lost ID card but hadn’t turned it in to the staff. Second, upon entering the first-class carriage, she had singled out Long Shenting among the many wealthy passengers. And finally, her excessive attention toward him in such a short ti.

Those who sought to climb the social ladder were not limited to Ming Zhenduan alone.

Even if Long Shenting had been slow to realize, he now understood. "Xue Fufu, did you ever truly see as a friend?"

Her heartbeat faltered. "Long Shenting, my friendship with you had nothing to do with your family or status!"

A surge of irritation and frustration welled up inside him, so intense it bordered on physical pain.

His brow furrowed, sweat beading on his skin.

Xue Fufu rushed closer. "What’s happening to you?"

Suddenly, she noticed sothing bulging beneath Long Shenting’s abdon. Her breath caught. "Long Shenting—your stomach!"

His face drained of color as he braced himself against the wall, his endurance pushed to the limit.

Then—a black arm burst through his stomach, blood splattering in a grueso spray, the tallic scent lingering thick in the air.

Xue Fufu stood frozen for a second before her senses returned, and she scread.

She tried to run, but from Long Shenting’s ruptured abdon, a complete black creature lunged at her.

Outside the door, crimson blood seeped through the gap between the floor and the fra.

Xia Miao sat alone in a tal-walled room—her safe haven, though it felt more like a cage. Anxiety gnawed at her; No. 13 still hadn’t returned.

Waiting was agony, but she knew following him would only be a burden. The smartest choice was to stay put and not distract him with worry.

The digital watch on her wrist beeped twice—a reminder many carried to prompt them to drink a dose of red nutrient solution on schedule.

But under these circumstances, adhering to routine was impossible.

Perhaps it was the missed dose that unsettled her. Her thoughts spiraled, strange images flashing through her mind—

Still aboard the Galactic Express, red alarm lights flickered wildly. People scread in panic, not because of the black monsters, but so other terror with no escape.

The conductor’s voice crackled over the intercom: "We regret to inform you that we cannot return to the station. The train will disintegrate in three minutes. Passengers, please use this ti to bid farewell to your loved ones."

Xia Miao’s eyes snapped open. The tal room remained unchanged, starkly different from the vision in her mind.

A sudden doubt gripped her—which of these scenes was real?