.
.
The lamps hanging on either side of the gloomy mine tunnel cast a dim, yellowish light.
The heavy smell of dust wasn’t the only thing in the air now. A sharp, choking stench of blood had joined it.
That… was the smell of blood.
Fresh blood.
So vivid it made you sick…
“Squish… squish…”
The sound in his ears was metal striking flesh.
He looked up.
A cleaver blade gleaming with cold light kept slamming into a young man’s body.
“Squish… squish…”
His stomach had been smashed open. Blood gushed out with wet, gurgling sounds, soaking through his blue short-sleeved shirt and spreading across the ground.
His neck had been nearly half severed.
His head lolled to one side. Even in death, his eyes remained open, filled with shock and unwillingness to accept what had happened.
As if, even at the very end, he couldn’t understand why he was dying.
And the one responsible…
The one holding the cleaver and repeatedly hacking at the corpse in a frenzy…
Was a beautiful girl.
Her long pink hair fell down her back. Beneath her unbuttoned school blazer was a white blouse that should have been spotless, but it was now speckled with blood.
A horrifying sight.
Below her brown decorative tie, her impressive curves were visible. Beneath her light-brown plaid pleated skirt, her long legs were wrapped in black stockings.
The modest heels of her black leather shoes were submerged in crimson blood.
The girl looked about high-school age. Her face should have been bright and pretty, but now it carried a chill and a hint of madness. Her pupils glimmered with an eerie red light, and the nearly meter-long cleaver in her hands kept crashing down on the corpse, which was already long dead.
“Squish…”
“Squish…”
Blood splattered across her skirt and white blouse, blooming into flowers so vivid they hurt to look at.
And someone else had witnessed it all.
His body trembled against his will. His face had gone deathly pale, and he was already starting to stiffen.
He wanted to speak.
But all he could do was part his lips. No matter how hard he tried, not a sound came out.
Fear and helplessness
spread through his entire body.
I’m going to be killed…
She’s going to kill me!
That message kept repeating in his mind.
He’d known for a while that this was a Death Game. But seeing such a cruel, horrifying scene with his own eyes left him too stunned to move.
And right at that moment, a little girl’s voice, tinged with delight, echoed in his mind at the worst possible time.
『Ding!』
『Players: 8』
『Deaths: 6』
『Rule 6: The game has entered its final round. The Killer’s strength, speed, hearing, sense of smell, and stamina have been enhanced.』
『As only one survivor remains, the Exorcism Talisman has stopped working and will disappear automatically.』
『The Killer’s movement is locked for 3 minutes. System protection is active…』
『The final hunt begins in 3 minutes…』
『If the Killer fails to kill the survivor within 15 minutes, the survivor wins.』
『If the Killer kills the last survivor within 15 minutes, the Killer wins.』
『Once the winner is confirmed, the game ends. The losing side will die permanently, both in reality and in the game world.』
『Ding… Countdown beginning…』
『2 minutes 59 seconds…』
As the system’s announcement rang out, the small golden wooden token clutched in the corpse’s hand gradually turned into white specks of light and vanished completely.
Just before the lock took effect and left her unable to move, the girl turned her head. A trace of coldness and eerie excitement filled her gaze as she looked at the man—and met his eyes.
Even a single glance from her chilled him to the bone. It was as if a starving demon had set its sights on him.
He instinctively backed away two steps. His body still trembled faintly, but he forced himself to calm down.
“This… is a Death Game…”
“A real Death Game!”
He should’ve accepted reality long ago!
He looked up, and as the thought crossed his mind, the system’s trump-card panel appeared automatically.
Among the rows of hidden data, one clear stat stood out painfully.
『Alter Personality: 82%』
……
So that strange stat…
meant this?
A measure of how deeply the personality hidden in the heart had been twisted!
In the dim mine tunnel, the sharp stench of blood kept assaulting his senses. A chill ran down his spine, and cold sweat had already soaked through his T-shirt.
How could he have known that the ultra-rare, Qicai limited-edition exclusive “SSR+” card he’d drawn at the start of the game, 『Alter-Personality Girlfriend』, would now be holding a cleaver—and would come after him in three minutes, bent on killing him or dying in the attempt?
And there was a very good chance she’d kill him in an extremely brutal way!
She wouldn’t hesitate!
She wouldn’t hold back!
He was sure of it!
She’d hack into him with that cleaver again and again, just like she had with the corpse on the ground!
Run…
I have to run!
『2 minutes 49 seconds…』
『2 minutes 48 seconds…』
The system’s countdown kept echoing in his mind.
He clenched his teeth, balled his hands into fists, and, a little calmer now, began running for his life in the opposite direction.
This “game”…
I can’t lose…
I absolutely can’t lose!!!
The pink-haired girl watched the man flee for his life and giggled with sick delight.
“You… can’t get away…”
“You can’t get away…”
“My adorable boyfriend~”
