How a Nuisance Character Survives in a Horror Game

 

This bastard has an ego.

 

Clearly. Otherwise it can’t be like this.

 

Out of frustration, I couldn’t bear it and punched the system window.

 

I did it knowing it would go through anyway, but…

 

Ssssk—

 

“…?”

 

Something brushed my hand.

 

Confused, I waved my hand towards the system window a few more times, yet there was no brush, as if to say I was mistaken.

 

I was reluctant to say it was simply an illusion.

 

This system, what is its identity?

 

As for talking to me…

 

Something is there.

 

There was something that bothered me,yet I couldn’t think of anything, so I bit on Cleta’s shoulder, who was still holding me.

 

First of all, it seems true that this bastard is the cause of Holloway’s jealousy.

 

“Ugh.”

 

He groaned and got off of me.

 

[Holloway’s jealousy decreased by 6%.]

 

[Jealousy: 10%]

 

…Is it easy to fall?

 

I couldn’t estimate it well. It’s not a huge drop, it’s vaguely 6%.

 

Whatever it was, one thing was certain.

 

‘Holloway itself is a landmine.’

 

It was difficult to survive with even a moderate amount of favorability.

 

Even more, jealousy?

 

The possessiveness alone was enough to drive me crazy, yet now I had to worry about jealousy as well.

 

“It hurts, Evelin.”

 

I opened my mouth, glaring at Cleta who was rubbing his shoulder.

 

“Don’t hug me carelessly. Do you have no manners?”

 

“I did that because was so happy to see you. Are you angry?”

 

“What is there for me to be angry about?”

 

I don’t know anything like that.

 

I’m said to be gentle by nature.

 

That’s what I meant, but Cleta understood it the other way.

 

“Mmm, what I mean by anger is that it’s a feeling that comes out when Evelin is dissatisfied or upset.”

 

“You bastard. Did I ask you because I didn’t know that?!”

 

“Haha, I knew that because you didn’t even know loathe.”

 

Argh! Because of that system window!

 

To think my sarcasm doesn’t work. I’m shocked.

 

When I stumbled, Cleta tried to help me, but I dodged it.

 

“Is it just you? What about the others?”

 

“I don’t know. I met a monster and get separated again.”

 

“Again?”

 

“Ah, I was originally with Sir Werner and Moran.”

 

It was just a conversation, yet Holloway didn’t seem to be in a good mood.

 

[Jealousy has increased by 3%.]

 

[Jealousy: 13%]

 

Great, I won’t talk to Cleta from now on.

 

I think the reason he became jealous was because he was unnecessarily possessive.

 

From his perspective, he must have felt sick because I, a comedian, was talking to another kid and making them laugh.

 

Anyway.

 

Holloway’s personality is so fucking weird.

 

“But…”

 

Cleta looked around and paused.

 

Looking at the narcissistic Suriel wearing double-body-like clothes and striking all sorts of outrageous poses, he couldn’t help but be moved and covered his mouth.

 

“…Well, it’s a bit, um.”

 

I guess he was so moved that he was speechless.

 

Cleta avoided his eyes, as if he couldn’t think of anything to say.

 

But somehow…

 

The atmosphere is strange.

 

Suriel was unnecessarily calm.

 

Normally, he should be busy fussing over my hair or Cynthia.

 

At that time, the narrative in the game suddenly came to mind.

 

[Suriel was quiet. This is because he is thinking about which of Moran’s fingers to cut off first.]

 

Then, now that Suriel is…

 

It was when I urgently saw Suriel.

 

[Holloway and Suriel are compromising.]

 

What…? Why…?

 

When I saw Holloway with trembling pupils, he smiled brightly as if he wanted me to see.

 

[If Suriel can’t get your hair, he asks him to let him take at least your thumb.]

 

My thumb?

 

Are you crazy! Say no!

 

Holloway would say no.

 

I trusted him.

 

There is no way he would betray my trust…

 

[Holloway says if it’s that much, it’s okay.]

 

I was betrayed.

 

And what’s okay?

 

You’d better cut my hair! What the heck is okay!

 

Do you know that? Hair grows back even if you cut it, but my thumb won’t!

 

Although I wanted to spit it out like this, then I would be advertising that I understood what those two were saying, so I was frustrated that I had no choice but to swallow it.

 

As soon as Suriel was given permission, he looked at me and smiled deeply.

 

And without hesitation, he walked towards me. I was scared and screamed.

 

“It’s coming. It’s coming! That crazy bastard is coming!”

 

“…Sister.”

 

Oops.

 

I was so shocked that I ended up saying out loud what I had to say.

 

Suriel was busy bending over and laughing.

 

“Haha. That’s really funny, her.”

 

Funny for you. Everything will look beautiful as you think about taking my thumb.

 

But not me!

 

I prayed earnestly.

 

Give me a weapon, please!

 

A weapon to fight against that demon!

 

But instead of a weapon, Cleta blocked my path. I slapped him on the back without realizing it.

 

“It hurts, Evelin.”

 

“Screw off. What are you doing?”

 

“Protecting you, that man is going to do something.”

 

“I will protect myself. I have been doing that so far, and I will continue to do so in the future, so get out of my way.”

 

If I drag the time, I will be forced to move to the 5th floor anyway.

 

Until then, I can just run away.

 

I glanced at the remaining time.

 

[01:32:11 left.]

 

A filthy lot of them remains.

 

“Move.”

 

“To think that you’re threatening a woman. Aren’t you embarrassed?”

 

“Not at all.”

 

That’s right. Is there any way he could be embarrassed? He put tens of thousands of iron plates on his face.

 

“Evelin…”

 

Cynthia must have been anxious that I might end up like her, so she held me tightly and looked at me with trembling pupils.

 

I honestly thought she would run away when I was targeted, yet instead she tried not to get separated from me.

 

Once again, I saw Cynthia differently.

 

Alholf was trying to sneak away from me, but his eyes met mine, and he held his hands together and cried as if he was devastated.

 

“I didn’t even expect it.”

 

“…”

 

At that, the tears in Alholf’s eyes fell. I didn’t feel pity at all.

 

“Miss Cynthia, if something happens, don’t think about saving me, just run. Got it?”

 

“What do you mean? I can’t do that.”

 

“That’s how it should be. Miss Cynthia is weak.”

 

“…”

 

I’d rather lose my thumb than have Cynthia die.

 

“…”

 

No. No matter how much I think about it, I don’t think it’s worth sacrificing my thumb.

 

Because Cynthia isn’t lovely enough for me to fall in love with her yet.

 

I’m sorry. Cynthia. Still, I will help you not die as long as you’re by my side.

 

“Told you to move.”

 

[Suriel’s inability to get your thumb in front of his eyes makes him squirm.]

 

“Don’t wanna.”

 

Suriel looked at Cleta crookedly and came close to him.

 

This way, you guys gonna kiss.

 

Suriel grinned ominously at a narrow distance.

 

No way…

 

Sensing his ominousness, I was about to extend my hand to Cleta, yet Holloway stopped my hand.

 

“Holloway?”

 

“It’s dangerous.”

 

“No, rather than me…”

 

It was then. Suriel’s hand was still grabbing Cleta’s hair.

 

He tried to throw Cleta away while holding him, yet he just stood there and didn’t move.

 

If he does that, his scalp will peel off, though…

 

“You still won’t get out of the way?”

 

“Let go.”

 

“Then I guess I should at least take your hair?”

 

T-This crazy!

 

I shouted, holding Suriel’s hand, which was holding Cleta’s hair.

 

“For human sake, let’s not touch the scalp!”

 

However, Suriel just grinned at my words.

 

Ah, you demon bastard.

 

But even demon bastards don’t touch one’s hair!

 

Oh, even though he’s a demon bastard, he’s a hair collector.

 

“Dunno. If you give me your thumb, I might let him go.”

 

At those words, I let go of Suriel’s hand and stared at Cleta.

 

“I’m sorry, Cleta. Your hair grows back, but my thumb doesn’t.”

 

“…”

 

He didn’t seem to understand, so I kindly added.

 

“It means to just keep having your hair torn apart.”

 

It’s better than having my thumb ripped off.

 

I motioned for him to finish and dragged Holloway to me next to him.

 

Although I said this, I had no intention of letting go of Cleta.

 

First of all, I had to keep the most dangerous Holloway next to me and get rid of Suriel before he cornered Cleta any further.

 

That much…

 

“Let go.”

 

“I said I don’t want to…”

 

Cleta’s voice was low as he boldly cut Suriel off.

 

“I definitely warned you.”

 

At that moment, Cleta’s elbow hit Suriel’s cheekbone exactly.

 

“Aaugh!”

 

Suriel stumbled from the pain of the moment, and his hand holding Cleta’s hair lost strength. Cleta threw away his hand and stepped back.

 

“…Face.”

 

I swallowed my dry saliva as I heard Suriel’s voice muttering darkly.

 

…It’s a big deal.

 

F*ck, this is dangerous.

 

I hugged Cynthia and Holloway tighter, glancing at Cleta. It meant running away.

 

There is one thing that Suriel hates the most, and that is getting scratches on his face.

 

“…You hit me. How dare you, a human bastard. On my face, at that.”

 

“Human bastard…?”

 

Cleta narrowed his eyes as if he didn’t understand.

 

I guess it would be strange to say that.

 

As he was talking as if he was not a human being.

 

“Are you not a human?”

 

There was no answer to that question.

 

Instead, a red aura began to flow around Suriel.

 

So much so that even to the ordinary eyes of Cynthia and I, it felt very ominous.

 

It was a hint that Suriel’s rampage would begin soon.