Melancholy Girl in a Horror Game World - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Before long, we entered the building in front of us and prepared to check in.

Yao Yao said you couldn’t put all your eggs in one basket. To avoid everyone getting wiped out at once, each person would take a separate room.

But monsters would appear in some of the rooms, so whether we could clear this stage came down entirely to luck.

That said, since this was only the second stage, the difficulty wasn’t that high. In the entire building, only five rooms would have monsters in them.

Yao Yao and Brother Hu both chose rooms on the third floor.

When the others saw that, they hurriedly picked rooms on the floors nearby.

In order to maintain my gloomy persona, I didn’t rush to fight over a room. I just stood off to the side and waited in silence.

In the end, the only room left was Room 404 on the 44th floor.

Just hearing that room number sounded unlucky. The other players all looked at me with pity in their eyes.

On the surface, I remained calm and unruffled. Inside, I was on the verge of a complete breakdown.

Damn it, why would they do this to a gloomy, quiet, introverted little girl!

Just then, comments drifted across my vision.

[It’s over. This newbie is dead for sure. The monsters on even-numbered floors and in even-numbered rooms are all insanely strong. She’s got the 44th floor plus Room 404 stacked together-that buff is maxed out!]

[That’s what she gets for standing there acting all mysterious instead of hurrying up and following the veteran players’ lead.]

Seeing that made me want to cry even more.

But I held it in.

Because melancholy was my brand.

Trembling with fear, I took the elevator up to the 44th floor alone. After entering Room 404, I looked around and found myself extremely satisfied.

Because this place was practically decorated according to my dream room!

Between being terrified and busy establishing my persona, I only realized just now that the instance I was in actually had a Japanese setting!

Sure, it was a horror world, but at least I had made it to Tokyo once.

I kept comforting myself with that thought.

When I reached the bedroom, I opened the wardrobe and started rummaging through it.

The comments were a little curious.

[What’s she doing? Why is she digging through the closet?]

[I don’t know either. I remember there weren’t any clues or items in the wardrobe.]

The next second, I pulled out a full JK uniform.

Feeling the soft fabric, I was so excited that tears sprang to my eyes.

Mom! I’m wearing an authentic JK uniform! And this design is out of print-it costs five figures!

In the real world, my family favored sons over daughters. Forget buying me such an expensive and pretty little skirt; I wasn’t even allowed to buy new clothes. Everything I wore was old clothing my mom or relatives didn’t want anymore.

I took off my bulky, rough gray hoodie and black pants, then changed into the JK uniform.

Looking myself over in the mirror, I was very satisfied.

My proportions were absolutely unreal, with my wrist line falling past my hips: big chest, slim waist, and full thighs.

I looked gorgeous in it!

The comments were stunned.

[At a time like this, she’s still admiring herself?]

[Exactly. Instead of hurrying up and figuring out how to clear the stage, she’s changing into a skirt. Is she trying to get herself killed?]

[But honestly, that body really is amazing. I’m a woman and even I’m having a hard time resisting.]

After admiring myself in front of the mirror to my heart’s content, I casually turned on the TV. I wanted to create a gloomy scene of a late-night home, with me lying on the sofa and falling asleep in loneliness.

But the moment I turned on the TV, my whole body went rigid.

Because on the screen appeared a woman in a white dress, her black hair hanging loose over her face!

With just one glance, I recognized her as that incredibly famous Japanese female ghost-Sadako!

I almost screamed, but when I saw the comments, I forced it back down.

No. I had to stay calm.

I couldn’t ruin my melancholy-girl persona.

Taking a deep breath, I pinched the hem of my JK skirt and leaned back against the sofa.