Chapter 2

Soon, it was time to pick our rooms.

According to the system's hints and requirements, Happy Hill Village was essentially a role-playing horror dungeon.

The village had a total of 30 houses, stretching from the mountainside down to the foot, lined up along a narrow path. House number 1 was at the foot, closest to our gathering point at the old village hall, and the numbers got higher as you went up the mountainside.

Only one player could occupy each house.

Each house was inhabited by strange entities, who would take on various intimate roles related to the player.

And, over the course of these seven days, they would constantly look for opportunities to scare the players.

The two veteran players moved first, choosing houses number 1 and 2.

Clearly, lower numbers meant safer houses. So, the smarter players quickly followed suit, snatching up the houses with smaller numbers.

I, on the other hand, excitedly wandered through the crowd without picking anything, until I was the last one left.

Only house number 30 remained for me.

Banking on the fact that I couldn't see them, the bullet screen comments went wild again.

[This newbie is dead for sure. Everyone knows, the higher the number, the higher the Boss's level.]

[Especially number 30, it's packed with ultimate Bosses, known as the House of Death.]

I practically skipped to house number 30. Looking around, I found it wasn't all that different from a normal house.

Except for some eerie algae growing on the walls, a pile of bones in the corner, and the whole place being pitch-black since the lights weren't on yet.

But hey, it was a detached house! And it came with the family I'd always dreamed of!

You see, in real life, I'd always been so lonely. Everyone thought I was crazy, and no one ever wanted to hang out with me!

I walked to the door and, without hesitation, knocked loudly, shouting,

"Open up! Your favorite girl is home! If you don't open the door, I'm practically starving!"

Not only were the other players waiting nearby stunned, but even the bullet screen comments were shocked.

[She's practically asking for a death wish, isn't she? Look around, every other player is politely knocking or waiting patiently for the ghost to be in a good mood and open the door.]

[I can't watch this brainless idiot anymore, I'm out.]

[No, wait! Keep watching! I want to see how she dies!]

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