My Brother Is Fighting Over Me Again - Chapter 2

The first dungeon mission had begun. We had to choose our patient rooms.

Glasses Guy explained the rules to me: “There’s a psychiatric patient’s medical file on the desk in every room.

“After you enter, tear off the patient’s photo and hide it. Then play the role of that patient according to the file’s description.”

I suddenly thought of that friendly little tip from when the game first started: Please disguise yourself properly as a psychiatric patient, or you will be erased by the monsters.

So in this horror game, there really were monsters?

I didn’t have time to think. Soon, we drew lots and picked our rooms.

Just then, a woman with a seductive smile said to me, “Little sister, can we swap rooms?”

I was confused. “Why?”

The woman said, “The floor below my room is the operating room. It gets noisy at night, but no monsters show up there. It’s very safe.”

I looked at her smile, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt that wasn’t the case at all.

I refused.

The woman’s smile froze. Then she let out a cold laugh, took a Swap Card from her pocket, and waved it in front of my eyes.

The comments started flooding the screen.

[Swap Card! This woman is a veteran player!]

[Only veteran players have a chance to redeem a Swap Card from the shop. Once she uses it, that newbie has to swap rooms with her.]

Sure enough, when I looked down at the number I had drawn again, it had already changed into that woman’s room number.

The woman yawned and waved at me smugly. “Good luck.”

Watching her sashay away, I could only stay where I was and stomp my foot in silent anger.

I pushed open the door to Room 005.

Compared to the cold, damp environment outside, this place could barely be considered cozy.

White was the main color of the room. It looked very clean and tidy, but that only made it look a lot like a funeral home.

Following Earring Man’s instructions, I found the desk by the door, opened the medical file on top of it, and tore off the patient’s photo.

I carefully read the words in the file.

The contents were very simple:

“My name is Nana. I am a good girl who listens well.”

“I love my mom, dad, and older brother very much. I hope I can stay with them forever and ever.”

“Every time my family comes to visit me, I can’t help giving each of them a kiss. Then I hold my brother and sleep with him all night.”

What a coincidence. My name was Nana too.

This medical file was very strange. Rather than a medical file, it was more like a self-introduction.

And whether it was a coincidence or something else, this girl’s family situation was exactly the same as mine.

In that case, it should be a little easier to play the role, right?

I found that deeply reasonable.

At the same time, the comments started flying across the screen again.

[It’s over! It’s Nana’s room! It’s over, it’s over! This little girl is completely done for this time!]

[What happened? What happened?]

[In other rooms, at most one monster will appear. But in Nana’s room, there’s a high chance three monsters will show up together!]

[That little girl got tricked. This room is definitely S-rank difficulty!]

[No wonder that veteran player wanted to swap rooms with her!]

I had no idea the comments had already prepared the prayer for my memorial service.

But I was honestly too tired today. All I wanted was a good sleep.

I glanced at myself in the mirror.

Today was my friend’s birthday party. She wanted to wear matching outfits with me, so I had changed into a dress from the same brand as hers.

My mom was the more conservative type. Once, when I wore ripped pants, she wanted to sew up the holes for me and even said, “Crotchless pants make you look young too, but I don’t see you wearing those.”

She believed you should wear clothes appropriate to the season and completely failed to understand the obsession of us beauty lovers.

Especially since I had a crush on my brother. Even at home, I never let myself relax. I only wanted to show him my prettiest side.

But he was just like my mom-a hopeless straight man. He insisted I looked good no matter what I wore, then shoved a padded coat over me like he was stuffing me into a sack and wrapped me up like a rice dumpling.

But the temperature in this dungeon world was different from the world we came from.

Right now, I felt a chill spreading through my entire body, and goose bumps rose all over my skin.

I swiftly rolled onto the bed, curled myself into a tiny ball, and was suddenly overwhelmed by sadness.

If I really died in this game and couldn’t go back, I wondered if Mom and Dad would be sad.

What about my brother? Would he get a girlfriend after I died?

I would never come home that late again.

My eyes reddened. My acting addiction kicked in, and I squeezed out two tears to pretend I was a tragic heroine.

Gradually, I fell asleep.

In my dreams, I felt as if someone gently wiped away my tears.

When I opened my eyes again, it was morning.

I had slept very well. I had even drooled all over the pillow.

I felt like my body wasn’t as cold as it had been last night.

I looked down and saw that, at some point, a pair of red thermal long johns had been pulled onto my legs.

I blinked.

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