Chapter 506
The corridor, which had been strangely devoid of windows, had somehow turned into one filled with them.
I turned my gaze and checked outside the window. The outside was filled with a red liquid, as though the entire mansion had submerged into a blood-red lake.
Through the gaps in the windows, blood poured down like a waterfall, and the fluorescent lights in the corridor flickered at irregular intervals, creating an eerie atmosphere.
And amidst the waterfall of blood, a monster in human form slowly began to appear.
It’s here!
I smiled slightly, making sure not to catch the monster’s attention.
As the monster appeared, the blood that had been pouring from the windows stopped as suddenly as if the curtain had fallen on the prologue of its entrance.
An unexpected silence wrapped the corridor.
In the midst of that stillness, the sound of ‘kreeeek’ sharply echoed.
It was the sound of the monster’s sharp claws scraping across the floor.
Chop, chop.
Following that, the sound of the monster stepping on the shallow pool of blood on the floor reached my ears.
With every step of the monster’s grotesquely twisted foot, the blood in the corridor rippled.
Amazing.
I silently clapped my hands, admiring it.
That monster was truly impressive, possibly because it was a professional “scaring” object. It was a perfect display of fear, far beyond the amateur shark game I once clumsily attempted.
The monster’s approach speed, the sound of footsteps echoing in the silent corridor, and the scraping of sharp claws on the floor—every detail was engraved in my memory.
I’ll use this for scaring people later!
Chop.
But unfortunately, the terrifying footsteps that should have continued suddenly stopped without warning.
The horror demonstration by the professional object had come to an end.
Perhaps my smile had been caught by the monster. Or maybe it was the awkward portrayal of a girl paralyzed with fear that threw off the atmosphere.
Just like that, the monster suddenly halted its movement and began to step back.
What a shame. Really such a shame.
I made a sharp shark tooth in my mouth, as a mark of respect for the scaring mentor, and slowly walked across the blood-filled floor to build the atmosphere of fear.
Just as the monster had done, now the prey.
And as the monster turned and fled in a panic, I opened my mouth wide and pounced.
Graaah!
I perfectly isolated the space, blocking the escape routes and communications, and without hesitation, I tore the monster apart.
The monster’s scream echoed like a reverberation in the isolated space, and soon, only a hushed silence remained.
Before long, a familiar figure appeared from the far end of the corridor.
It was the woman who had fled from the lobby.
?
Why did she come out when she had lost the paper and was in danger?
I thought that as I walked toward her with slightly quicker steps.
At that moment, suddenly, the woman’s legs buckled, and she collapsed to the floor, as though a flower had withered.
!!!!
I was startled by the unexpected situation and quickly rushed over.
Fortunately, the woman was still breathing.
She had just fainted.
Why did she faint suddenly?
As I looked down at myself, the realization hit me.
My shark pajamas were drenched in blood.
And as I looked around, it was even more horrifying.
The pieces of the monster’s dismembered body were scattered around, and the walls and floors were completely covered in red blood.
Ah… So that’s what it was.
Understanding the situation, I quickly took action.
Using space control, I wiped all the blood off my shark pajamas.
Then, I gently lifted the woman and moved her to the original corridor.
After moving her, I tilted my head and observed the mansion’s response.
So far, no changes had been detected.
If my actions had been discovered, there would certainly have been some form of response, but the mansion remained eerily quiet, as usual.
It seems like I haven’t been caught yet.
This mansion, due to its scale, seemed like a conglomeration of many objects.
In other words, removing a part wouldn’t instantly trigger a response from the whole.
Thud, thud.
I checked the woman’s key for the room number and took her there.
I carefully laid her on the bed, then smiled mischievously.
I can still play more.
Someday, the death of the monster mentor would be revealed, but until then, I could have plenty of fun with this mansion.
Hehe.
Her consciousness slowly started to return.
Her eyelids felt heavy.
The woman slowly blinked her eyes, very slowly.
Where is this…?
She tried to look around, but her body wouldn’t move easily.
It felt as though her limbs were heavy, just like when waking from a nightmare.
At that moment, memories came flooding back.
The horrific scene she witnessed in the corridor.
The blood-filled corridor.
The silhouette of the shark pajamas that had appeared in it.
The last thing she remembered was the image of the shark pajama girl with sharp teeth rushing at her.
But why… on the bed?
She had no memory beyond that moment.
Could it all have been a dream?
But the woman was a little scared to get up, so she just turned her eyes toward the window for one last check.
A completely dark night, with not even moonlight visible.
Could it really have been a dream?
Yes, after everything that happened, there’s no way she could have survived…
As she thought this, she turned her eyes the other way for one last check.
At that moment, her heart seemed to stop.
!!!
There, lying on the floor, was the girl in the shark pajamas.
A scream swelled up in her throat.
But the woman bit her lip desperately, suppressing the impulse.
From her previous observations, she knew that the object in the shark pajamas had terribly poor vision but was quite sensitive to sound.
It reminded her of a “zombie” from the movies, and she stood up from the bed as quietly as possible.
She moved so cautiously that not even the bed’s springs creaked.
She carefully stood beside the bed and looked down at the girl in the shark pajamas lying on the floor.
Under the faint light in the room, the girl’s appearance looked surprisingly peaceful.
Lying on her stomach, the girl was looking at a piece of paper, much like a child reading a storybook.
Her slight tilts of the head while reading the rules written on the paper, or the way she waved her legs in the air, was even cute.
The rounded silhouette of the shark pajamas and the chubby legs seemed more like a cozy doll than an object of fear.
Is this child really an object?
With the sweet fragrance wafting from somewhere, the woman’s fear began to slowly fade away.
The sharp tension she had initially felt dulled, and she began to wonder if she had overreacted.
Perhaps all of this was just the fear her imagination had conjured up.
At that moment, the sweet scent became even stronger.
It was a fragrance reminiscent of the Golden Reaper, almost like freshly baked cookies.
Strangely, as soon as she smelled it, the headache she had been feeling slowly began to dissipate.
As the pressure weighing down on her mind faded, her thoughts became clearer.
Without realizing it, the woman took one step, then another, closer to the girl.
The carpet perfectly absorbed her footsteps, so her careful steps made no sound.
The girl was still absorbed in the paper with the rules written on it.
Now, the woman could see the girl’s expression much more clearly.
Every time the girl read the rules, her sparkling eyes, slightly parted lips, and occasional smiles became visible.
The vivid expressions of emotion seemed so natural that it was impossible to believe they came from a cold object.
The woman, struck by a sudden thought, smiled mischievously and reached out her hand.
The slightly puffed cheek of the chubby shark pajamas girl looked irresistibly cute.
She gently poked the cheek with her finger, and the girl’s reaction was unexpected.
The girl’s eyes widened in surprise, as if struck by lightning.
At that moment, the woman could hardly believe she had ever been afraid of this girl.
The girl’s expression seemed like she was about to scream, but strangely, no sound came from her mouth.
Her expression was eerily similar to the moment the woman had just suppressed a scream herself, which made her smile uncontrollably.
Then, the girl pouted her lips.
It looked as though she was asking, “Why are you laughing?”
There’s no way such a cute child is an object.
The woman thought this and let out a sigh of relief.
But just then, the girl suddenly held out the paper with the rules written on it.
The girl said nothing, but strangely, the woman could sense the girl’s intent.
It was as though they were communicating telepathically, asking for her to read the rules and decide on the course of action.
The woman carefully took the paper, and at that moment, the chime of a grandfather clock sounded, just as it had before sunset.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
Suddenly, the letters on the paper began to change.
!!!
The letters on the paper seemed to come alive.
The black ink turned red, and the letters tangled, swirling into a vortex.
It was impossible to read.
And the swirling letters seemed to form some shape.
!
It looked like a corpse stained with blood—her own dead body.
The Mini Reapers’ created quiet playground was now a cold, desolate place.
Once filled with hundreds of mannequins, this place now felt like a graveyard, still and silent.
In the stage of this brutal survival game created by the Mini Reapers, only two mannequins remained alive.
The thousands of mannequins had slowly disappeared, one by one.
Some had lost their lives while completing missions, while others had fallen due to the betrayal of their comrades.
The traces of the cruel game, where survival meant stepping on others, remained scattered all over the playground.
Under the giant Ferris wheel, broken mannequin fragments were scattered, and the horses on the carousel bowed their heads as though crying.
Dew collected on the roller coaster rails, shimmering in the moonlight, and that cold light seemed like the tears of the sacrificed mannequins.
Now, only two remained.
On one side stood a large mannequin, almost as tall as a real human, its body intact, as though it were a strong man in life.
On the other side stood a small mannequin, barely over one meter tall.
“So, this is how it ends…”
The deep voice of the large mannequin echoed across the empty playground.
As the moonlight was obscured by clouds, the playground was plunged into deep darkness, only to return to the cold light once more.
In the alternating light and shadow, the two mannequins’ shadows stretched long and short, as though they were reflecting the passage of time.
As the Mini Reapers watched, the final game was about to begin.
