In a Horror Game, But Memory Resets Every Six Seconds - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I had been dragged into a horror game livestream for half a month now.

The Main System reminded me that I needed to go to Base Camp and meet up with the other players.

I had been wandering around this intersection for fifteen days.

Every five steps, I forgot what I was supposed to be doing, so I went back to where I started and waited.

Then the System ordered me to go find the other players.

I took five steps, forgot what I was doing, and went back to wait where I started.

System: [Player, please stop messing around. You have already eaten thirty catties of our chicken cutlets, twenty bottles of Nutri-Express, fifteen catties of frozen dumplings, and half a basket of pineapples. Don’t tell me you don’t know that being left alone in a horror game is a major taboo!]

It said too much at the beginning. I couldn’t remember any of it.

I could only remember the last few words.

My face flushed. “A major… what?”

Does your game not have a profanity filter? Are we allowed to say that?

The System finally couldn’t take it anymore.

[Boss, please think of something!]

In the end, the Final Boss came.

A small fry like me wasn’t worth him showing up in person. Only a clear, boyish voice appeared beside me. “You. Follow me.”

Me: “Okay.”

I had a great attitude. My whole thing was being obedient, so I followed the voice and walked.

Every 5.5 seconds, the Final Boss repeated, “You. Come with me.”

Because once six seconds were up, I would stop.

Once I met up with the other players, that boyish voice disappeared too.

Before six seconds passed, I managed to say, “Thank you.”

Base Camp was a massive athletic field. The sky was a deep, cloudless blue, and the place felt empty and mysterious.

The moment I arrived, all the other players stared at me in disbelief.

Bullet comments: [What the hell, is she really a new player?!]

[No, wait, isn’t the road to Base Camp supposed to be insanely dangerous? Look over there. Even those battle-hardened veteran players got hurt.]

[Listen to me. This one’s an expert. Bet on her!]

[She’s so cute.]

All the players on the field could see the bullet comments, and so could I.

I did see that the other players had injuries on their faces and bodies. The more experienced the player, the lighter the injuries.

I wasn’t hurt at all, and I was still gnawing on a pineapple.

I had no idea where the pineapple had come from either.

“How did you get here?” The first person to come ask me was a Redhead player with a lip stud and a sniper rifle slung over his shoulder.

Everyone called him Ah Yue.

A red plaid shirt was tied around his waist, and his lean, wheat-colored muscles made him look like he could really fight. There was even blood hanging from the little nub on the left side of his chest.

I pondered for a moment, then shook my head. “I don’t know.”

As for why I pondered, it made me look cool.

A middle-aged couple slowly walked over.

The man spoke first. “Well now, if you’ve got skills, it’s not like we can steal them from you. Anyone who made it here alive has to have some real ability.”

The woman had a woolly perm, and she picked up right after him. “Exactly. Yet you’re still being all secretive. With a face like yours, don’t tell me you traded some other way to get here.”