Horror game, but harem plan

A [simple] dungeon with only a few bullies. As long as the player behaves well and follows the rules, they can pass it safely.

Originally, I thought that it was because I was targeted by the copy and had the identity of [Humiliated], so I was a separate extraordinary person.

But this is not right. Since the news about this dungeon has been circulating among the player community, it means that there are quite a few players who have completed this dungeon. Not every dungeon can be completed smoothly, and the old players who know the information will not necessarily take care of the new players. In other words, the rule that the difficulty will change if the identity is transformed into a [Victim] has existed before, and it will definitely be circulated as information.

so……

The copy is upgraded.

He had experienced a dungeon difficulty upgrade, but that was because the survival game detected that its own achievement system had placed Goto Ichiri in the dungeon, forcing the upgrade due to an abnormal number of people.

But now, after reading the information, a vague suspicion gave him a sense of urgency.

Chapter 135 Hate

He immediately realized why this ordinary copy in the eyes of others was so abnormally difficult, and why [Feishi Liuli], whose identity he replaced, was helping him intentionally or unintentionally, allowing him to obtain methods that could harm spirits.

And [Ran Ying Academy].

Yang Ming already had some vague guesses as to the reason for the upgrade of this copy.

If this guess is correct, then I'm afraid there is not much time left for me!

What did I see again...

That beautiful girl with flaxen hair.

And the small girl standing in front of her.

"Ono-san, don't you know what kind of person Himuro-san is? Why are you still protecting her?"

What a touching friendship!

Five girls in swimsuits surrounded Himuro and Ono.

Five people stood by the pool, laughing and watching the two people at the bottom of the pool.

The chlorine stung Ruri Himuro's tear glands, and Watanabe Aya's foot stepped on her fingers as she tried to cling to the pool wall. Ono suddenly pounced from behind, her wet short hair sticking to her pale cheeks, and she clung to the short-haired girl's ankles like a cub protecting its cub.

【Let go of Liuli! 】

【Oh my, Ono-san wants to be a hero. 】

Chizuru Sato picked up the net pole next to the diving platform and put the metal ring around Ono's slender neck.

【Then let you stay with your favorite trash. 】

The moment the rod was pressed down, Ono's back of the head hit the drain at the edge of the pool, and bright red blood meandered between the tiles.

The girl with short hair poured two bottles of bleach on the scraped parts of Misaki's legs.

[I heard that bleach can be inhaled during drowning.]

She ripped open the first aid kit and pulled out the breathing tube.

[The lungs will bloom like paper flowers.]

The plastic tube was forced into Ono's nasal cavity, and bleach poured out.

[No...Misaki's asthma...]

She saw her friend's pupils dilating.

Feishi Liuli rushed over like crazy, but was knocked down by them without mercy.

At this point, Yang Ming lost his vision and could only see endless darkness.

The silence lasted for a long, long time, so long that he began to wonder if he had lost his senses.

Until, a few sounds were heard again.

Vision also began to recover.

[Ran Ying Academy] The body retrieved from the swimming pool appeared to be dead, and Ruri Himuro was locked in the locker room by them for a whole night. What she heard was the conversation between the two.

"This kind of thing has already happened before it even started. Mr. Yamamoto, you should take care of your students."

[So what? Sooner or later, everyone will die.]

【Perhaps dying with resentment is more beneficial?】

[Laughter mixed with the sound of liquid surging]

……

Shifting back to reality, Yang Ming had already reached the exit of the locker room.

The water level has reached his chest.

It turns out that [Ono-san] is Ono Misaki.

No wonder, the prompt warned us not to sympathize with the [victim].

No wonder, when facing Sato Chizuru, it kept muttering that Shinomiya Kaguya was "Ono-san".

Yang Ming's knuckles slammed against the locker in the locker room. The dull pain from his fingertips was far less intense than the burning sensation surging in his chest. The water reflected the cold light from the ceiling, and those distorted spots of light looked very much like Ono Misaki's pupils, which had finally shrunk.

"Why???"

My back teeth were clenched so tightly that my temples throbbed. My own face was reflected in the water, and the smiling faces of my abusers grew like poisonous mushrooms in the dampness. They spoke of death as if discussing some trivial matter.

The lungs were stung by invisible chlorine.

It was becoming difficult to breathe, but what was far more painful than the suffocation was the realization that when the bleach was poured into the trachea, the entire campus remained

A sickening silence. The smell of pool disinfectant, the aroma of teachers' black tea, the sweetness of cherry blossoms, all blended into an amber wrapped in sin.

"Not a child."

Yang Ming rested his forehead against the cold tile, the ripples of water staining his black hair a seaweed-like ink. The glint in the eyes of those perpetrators was clearly the malice carefully cultivated by adults—fertilized with indulgence and nurtured with silence, ultimately blossoming into rotten flowers beneath adolescent skin.

When the first mouthful of water rushed into my nostrils, something sharper than anger pierced my chest. This hateful water was at least honest, unlike the outside world that decorated man-eating iron cages with pink ribbons.

Yi Yi still hasn't been able to change her habit of meddling in other people's affairs.

He was clearly just an irrelevant [player], and everything that happened here had nothing to do with him. Yang Ming just wanted to survive, live a life surrounded by beautiful girls, and enjoy his miserable life to the fullest.

Whether it's [Himururi Ruri] or [Ono Misaki], it has nothing to do with me.

Everyone is trying to teach themselves to mind their own business, just take care of themselves, not to show unnecessary sympathy, and not to get involved in other people's affairs.

Self-preservation seems to be the normal thing.

Yang Ming's bones bulged out in hideous arcs under the water, and his veins exploded like tree roots at his temples. The so-called "handsome" appearance was peeling off, revealing the boiling emotions beneath the skin, like surging magma.

That was an expression of hatred.

“Huh…ha…”

The condensed murderous intent made him exhale foul air from his throat, and his breath vibrated the water ripples. A certain hot feeling was stirring in his body, and he had actually subconsciously mobilized an [adrenaline burst].

This hatred almost turned him into a monster.

It doesn't matter.

It's fine.

Anyway, they are all dead, and everything here has nothing to do with me...

This voice is getting weaker and weaker in my heart.

Yang Ming's rationality was fading, and instinct began to take over.

——Now that we have the information about the [swimming pool], we should avoid [Watanabe Aya] first.

It is much more difficult to deal with than Sato Chizuru.

That's right...

Exhaling, Yang Ming clenched the shotgun in his hand and turned to leave the locker room.

At a moment when he was not aware, one of the thorns on the back of his hand began to grow again.

[Gu…Kaka…]

The feeling of suffocation was blocked in his throat again. Yang Ming was already familiar with it and skillfully pierced his throat with the bone knife.

He stabbed the bone knife into his throat with his backhand, and blood splattered on the water.

The water level has begun to affect the actions of ordinary people, but his strong attributes prevent him from being affected much.

To be honest, he knew that it was irrational to fight Watanabe Aya now. The power of this thing was simply not on the same level as Sato Chizuru. If he chose to fight head-on, he was not completely sure of winning.

Chapter 136 The Monster That Cannot Be Killed

Screw my rationality, now I just want to feel the pain quickly!

Those emotions called hatred are growing and spreading in my heart.

He chose to let his instincts take over at this moment.

……

Five seconds after the feeling of suffocation came, Kaguya Shinomiya chose to use her arms to pull her whole body out of the room. Her throat immediately became unblocked, and oxygen came to her lungs with the air. She knelt on the building block and breathed deeply.

Wiping the cold sweat from her forehead, she also realized the horrific rules she would have to face in fighting this monster. She actually had to endure suffocation while fighting it. How could this be possible for a human being? Once suffocated, it would only take about ten seconds for the hypoxia reaction to appear, and within no more than twenty seconds the body's ability would decline rapidly.

She clenched her fists and her body trembled with fear.

—Mr. Yang Ming...

If it really doesn't work, just retreat first.

The ability of this thing is really terrifying.

……

Walking out of the locker room, he saw the monster named [Watanabe Aya] again.

"come!"

Yang Ming roared from his broken throat.

A human being, transformed into this horrific appearance after death, was it because of the resentment after being killed by [Himusuri Ruri], or was it because of the actions of some entity behind it...

Pulling out the shotgun, he did not choose to rely on his vision to aim, but instead followed the guidance of [Hishiro Ruri] and aimed the crosshairs at the thing's chest.

Could this be a weakness?

The moment Yang Ming pulled the trigger, the rotten flesh in Watanabe Aya's chest suddenly split open, revealing the black seaweed dancing inside.

The moment the membranes became transparent, the entire pool suddenly emitted an eerie, muffled sound. Water mixed with algae gushed out, slamming him against the pool wall.

The plunderer armor protected Yang Ming's body very well.

The metal locker made a teeth-grinding squeezing sound behind Yang Ming's armor. His hair was engulfing the entire swimming pool, as if wrapping it into a cocoon. He forced himself to cheer up.

"My output isn't completely ineffective."

The sound of speaking through a pierced throat was like a broken bellows.

The rustling sound of hair rubbing against tiles came from the ground.

"boom!"

The roar of the shotgun blast shook off the wall, and the flying cherry-colored lead bullets temporarily pushed back the approaching hair.

The overwhelming black hair had actually blocked out the little light from the moon in Yang Ming's eyes.

The moment darkness fell, Yang Ming saw a strange sight: the water in the swimming pool and the swimming room was gradually turning into blood.

The blood suddenly became as thick as syrup, and every breath felt like swallowing broken glass. The floating blood foam was mixed with indescribable human tissue, floating on the water like mucous membrane.

Granulation tissue began to grow on Watanabe Aya's chest wound, and the black algae was actually formed from countless black hairs. She sank into the bloody water in a reverse arched position, and her eight hair-like limbs traced a swirling path on the surface. Yang Ming suddenly felt something wrong under his feet: the bumps on the anti-slip mat at the bottom of the pool were pulsating rhythmically.

The shotgun roared again, but it was not the rotten flesh that was shattered. Watanabe Aya jumped out from the blood behind Yang Ming, her hair entangled around his wrist holding the gun, and another mass of black hair was wrapped around his leaky neck.

Yang Ming immediately pulled out his bone knife and tried to cut off the hairs, but he found that the toughness of these things exceeded that of known human tissues, and the sharp bone force could not cut them off.

A feeling of suffocation followed.

[Gu… Ono is… courting death…]

[Hishiro Ruri, you are also...looking for death...]