My Brother Is Fighting Over Me Again - Chapter 1

[Welcome, players, to the “Deadly Mental Asylum” game instance.

[Kind reminder: please disguise yourselves as mental patients. Otherwise, you will be erased by the monsters.

[Survive until the clock strikes midnight on the third day, and you will clear the instance.

[Good luck~]

When I opened my eyes, this was the bizarre scene I saw.

Rather than a mental asylum, this place looked more like an enormous prison.

The patients were locked away. Countless hideous hands stretched through the security bars, accompanied by terrifying howls.

The Schoolgirl beside me immediately went weak in the knees. “What is this place? I only went to a tutoring class, so how did I end up here in the blink of an eye? Wuu, I want to go home.”

Having arrived in this inexplicable place, I was just as confused.

I had just finished a party with my classmates and was on my way back, originally worried I would get scolded for missing my family’s curfew.

But the moment I walked into the stairwell, a wave of dizziness hit me, and then I was here.

I was adopted by my family.

They actually treated me very well. You could even say they spoiled me rotten. They had never said a single harsh word to me.

My mom was a top-tier doctor.

My dad was a renowned professor.

My brother was the campus heartthrob at his university. He was very handsome, with a pair of little fangs and phoenix eyes. When he smiled, there was something wickedly alluring about him.

I had a secret crush on my brother.

Ever since I was little, no matter what I wanted to do, they would always give me whatever I asked for.

There was only one rule: I was not allowed to come home after midnight.

This was the first time I had “broken the rules,” and in the blink of an eye, I had entered a horror game.

I didn’t know if I would still be able to go home this time.

I sniffled, feeling a little sentimental. My back looked especially tragic.

Maybe my back really did look too tragic, because Earring Man beside me couldn’t bear it and patted me on the shoulder, comforting me. “Don’t be sad. Although the death rate in this instance is very high, its survival rate is also low!”

“…”

I thanked him for that.

…

Somewhere I couldn’t see, the bullet comments were flooding the screen in a lively stream.

[So many of the players this time are newbies. Aren’t they basically here to be cannon fodder?]

[Aside from the Big Boss, this instance also has a bunch of five-star monsters. Veteran players say the difficulty is basically the same as having three bosses. These newbies are probably done for.]

[Done for? More like marching straight to their deaths.]

[I don’t even dare to watch.]

[They actually still have the mood to joke around. I guess they’ve given up.]

[That Earring Man is a veteran player. He probably has some confidence.]

[That little girl looks pretty. I hope she hides far away and doesn’t die too horribly.]