Horror simulator, if you survive till tomorrow, you win

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Chapter 42: The Fortune Teller's Love

"The ice cream demon... I remember there were demons that led humans to commit suicide, demons that made humans dissolve, demons that transformed humans into demons, circus demons that controlled men's minds..., making ice cream, this should be the most useless demon, right?"

Ito Jun talked to himself.

This time it is an A-level evaluation again, and the upper limit of the reward is purple. Although Ito Jun wants to obtain super powers more, the talent jade is also good.

However, the biggest gain from this simulation was not the talent jade, but the role of the mirror stone.

Through the refraction of two mirror stones, the effects of clearing filters and generating filters are created, and the existence of strangeness is recognized.

Although it is not very convenient to use and the side effects are unknown, the effect is very good.

"guest?"

The fortune teller shouted in confusion.

Ito Jun raised his head and looked at this dark and mysterious beauty, and the anger in his heart gradually burned.

"If I insist on staying here, you will come and attack me at night, right?"

Although he was blown to death in the end...is he dead?

It wasn't explicitly stated in the simulator, but no matter how you think about it, she couldn't hold it.

"What is the guest saying?"

The fortune teller took two steps back, the smile on her face was very forced, because Ito Jun hit the nail on the head.

She really wanted Ito Jun's head.

"You can play dumb if you want...By the way, you do seem to have the ability to tell fortunes."

Ito Jun stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked past the fortune teller.

The fortune teller tensed up, and when Ito Jun left, he quickly got a basin of water and put out the fire in the storage room.

Afterwards, the fortune teller checked the heads hanging in the air one by one, and only when she was sure that they were not burned by the fire did she relax and exhaled while holding a head: "Great, my treasures, you are all fine, I am so happy."

The fortune teller held up a human head in her hands and kissed his face, mouth, nose, eyes, and forehead obsessively. Even though the head was a little shriveled, she didn't mind.

“Ding Dong~~!”

At this time, the doorbell rang. The fortune teller hung the head again and hurried out.

When I came to the living room, I saw Ito Jun put a takeaway on the dining table and started eating by himself. He looked calm and composed, just like the owner of this house.

The fortune teller said nothing, returned to his fortune telling room, removed the red cloth covering the crystal ball, and stroked the crystal ball with both hands.

Picture after picture flashed through the fortune teller's mind, and his brows gradually furrowed.

She was not a virgin, but even from her perspective, what was going to happen tonight was a bit too heavy.

"really?"

Although he sighed like this, the fortune teller did not think that his divination would be wrong.

As a witch who also hunts men, she cannot prey on ghosts like Misaki, nor can she generate hallucinogenic bacteria like Akina. The magical power of her hair is insignificant, but the love divination ability that extends from it also has supernatural effects.

"That man is not a normal person...ah~~"

The fortune teller felt as if her brain was being invaded. Her black dress became wet, her body twitched a few times, and she let go of the crystal ball and fell backwards.

The fortune teller collapsed on the tatami, looking dazed. She felt that she had gotten herself into a huge trouble.

I don't know what he went through to become like this, but I can't handle him alone.

"Misaki, Akina, we can only ask them to help."

The fortune teller bit his lips unwillingly, saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Misaki can eat ghosts and other people's fortunes at the same time, Akina can use her body to spread hallucinogenic bacteria, and they both have good figures and are temptations that men can hardly resist.

As long as the three of them work together, there is no man they cannot handle.

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

Ito Jun walked in, stepped on the fortune teller's face with his bare feet, and asked coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ito Jun felt an itch on the soles of his feet and quickly lifted his feet up. The fortune teller stuck out her tongue, licked her lips, and her eyes were charming, which easily aroused Ito Jun's desire for violence.

"It's too hot! I have to teach you a lesson."

Ito Jun felt that as a socialist successor, it was necessary to let this fortune teller know what shame is.

"With just this little ability, you dare to do bad things?"

Half an hour later, Ito Jun walked out of the room with disgust and went to the bathroom to take a shower, leaving the fortune teller lying on the tatami in pain all over his body.

After washing his body, Ito Jun did not dare to wear the fortune teller's clothes. While putting on his own clothes, he was thinking about going out to buy a few sets of clothes tomorrow.

The bathroom door was pushed open and the fortune teller walked in, dragging his tired body.

"I love you, Ito. I have been fascinated by you since the first time I saw you."

The fortune teller touched Ito Jun's chest and smiled foolishly.

"What are you talking about?"

Ito Jun tilted his head and looked at the fortune teller with sidelong eyes.

He didn't hit it on the head? Because he thought it was dirty. How did he become stupid?

"Really? Your head is so beautiful."

The fortune teller looked at Ito Jun's face with fascination.

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

"head?"

"Yes, it's your head that I fell in love with."

"Like those heads in the storage room?"

Ito Jun asked back.

"Hey, I want your head. I want to keep your beautiful head. Are you willing to give it to me?"

"What crazy talk!"

Ito Jun slapped her aside and strode out of the bathroom.

“There are so many crazy people in this world.”

Ito Jun walked towards the guest room and couldn't help but complain.

I always feel that all the women I meet are abnormal, except for Runma Saetsuki. Even the seemingly normal Seto Akane has abnormal fighting skills and a personality that is always flattering.

"By the way, of the witches created by Junji Ito, except for Tomie Kawakami who harms indiscriminately, the others only harm cheating men... I don't have a girlfriend, so it doesn't count as cheating..."

Sitting on the bed, Ito Jun talked to himself. He turned on his mobile phone and saw an advertisement appear in the lower corner of the browser.

【Talent】

"The reward arrived really quickly this time. It's more convenient to have a mobile phone."

Ito Jun's eyebrows jumped and he immediately clicked on it.

【Talent Ball】

[It is said that everyone has three talents. Do you want to try to awaken the talents hidden in you? Just lick this and you will have talents. Give yourself a brilliant life full of talents. ]

The advertisement is good, but the so-called talent balls are just three lollipops. No normal person would believe it, right?

Ito Jun clicked to buy without hesitation.

A set of talent balls consists of three, and three talent balls can awaken three talents, but there is only one reward. Ito Jun wants to see how the simulator can turn the thing he paid for into one.

Chapter 43: Fu Jiang’s Head

Nothing happened that night. It seemed that the fortune teller had learned his lesson and did not launch a night attack, so the bomb trap set by Ito Jun failed to work.

"What a shame, no one set off the bomb."

At the dining table in the early morning, Ito Jun sighed deliberately while eating breakfast.

The fortune teller looked at Ito Jun's face with a smile, his eyes full of love.

"Forget it, let's keep the status quo."

After breakfast, Ito Jun stood up, looked down at the fortune teller opposite him, and spoke in a threatening tone.

"I'm going out now. Before I come back, throw away or burn those rotten heads. Otherwise... you don't want the police to find those heads, do you?"

"Want to exchange? Give me your head, and I won't need those inferior products."

The fortune teller gave a sinister smile.

She will not compromise on this issue.

"…Exchange them. Throw away those things. When I come back, I will bring you a gift."

After looking at the fortune teller for a moment, Ito Jun spoke.

"Gift, what kind of gift?"

There was a hint of resistance and curiosity in the fortune teller's eyes.

"A beautiful head, guaranteed to be more beautiful than those junks."

Ito Jun said this with conviction.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Jun Ito took out the talent jade from the smart express locker at the station.

Three lollipops, each one inspires a talent.

"What nonsense."

However, the weird phenomena are already ridiculous enough, and it is normal for even more ridiculous things to happen.

After all, the worldview of this world includes not only Junji Ito's comics and Japanese horror movies, but even Tales of the World are part of the worldview.

This confusing worldview has a reasonable explanation - phenomenon.

Strange stories, legends, assumptions, and conjectures can become supernatural phenomena.

Although it's a bit ridiculous, the delusion becomes reality. There are similar plots in many horror comics, and there are also several stories in Strange Stories of the World where fabricated weird stories come true.

This wonderful setting perfectly integrates different worldviews.

It is said that everyone has three talents. It is said that there is a drug that can stimulate human talents.

Such assumptions and urban legends appeared in the hands of Jun Ito in the form of talent jade.

“The world is amazing.”

Jun Ito could only sigh like this.

While licking the talent jade, Ito Jun did not feel any changes in his body until he saw a dead tree and a formula suddenly popped up in his mind.

Potassium nitrate (75%) + charcoal (15%) + sulfur (10%) = black powder.

"I see. Even if you have talent, you still need to come into contact with the real thing."

Ito Jun bit the talent jade into pieces and a crazy smile appeared on his face.

From now on, art is an explosion.

At noon, Ito Jun returned to the fortune teller's house carrying a lot of bags.

"Where's the gift?"