I Activated Cheat Mode in a Bizarre Game

"Uh…"
The moment I got out of bed, I scratched my head and blankly stared at the blanket.
Yesterday, I’d definitely brought the girl monster back home with me—

"...Huh?"
Before I’d even fully shaken off my grogginess, a smell was drifting in from the living room.
Drawn to the scent like I was under a spell, I walked out into the living room—and found that something had changed in the house.

Chop chop chop.
First off, Leo and Daeho, who usually begged me for food first thing in the morning, were already munching contentedly from their own bowls.
And on the table, astonishingly, there was a warm meal set out, still steaming.

Freshly toasted bread, fried eggs, and a simple salad.
What is this? Did some monster version of a housewife sneak into my place...? A slightly Western-style housewife monster, apparently.
Just as I was thinking that, the girl I’d brought home yesterday came trotting out from the kitchen and quietly sat in the empty seat beside the table.

She looked at me with eyes full of anticipation.
"I made it myself! Please, try it, Mister Human!"
It was breakfast she had prepared.

Still half-dazed, I managed a thank you and sat down to eat.
The taste was decent.
No, honestly, it was quite good.

But her gaze was so intense that I couldn’t really focus on the taste.
She stared holes through me every time I picked something up with my fork, every time I brought it to my mouth, every time I chewed and swallowed. Sometimes she even let out strange little chuckles of satisfaction.
And in that moment, I realized something.
That’s exactly how I used to stare at Leo and Daeho when they were eating.

Was this what it felt like for them, too?
So “mirror therapy”... really is a thing after all.
With that deep realization, I hurried to finish my plate.

And I swore to myself that from now on, I’d give my pets a little more space during mealtimes.
With that enlightening moment from mirror therapy behind me, I sat down on the sofa and checked the reward I’d gotten last night for completing Leo’s subquest.
This time, the reward was a bit unusual—truthfully, I wasn’t sure it was even a good thing.

[You have acquired Killing Intent (殺氣) Lv.1.]
It wasn’t a skill to sense killing intent—it was a skill to emit it.
I wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or not. It might be useful for intimidating people, but I had been hoping for something more practical.

Still, it was given to me, so I decided to remember it.
Now that I thought about it—I still didn’t know the name of the girl monster.
"Where did you sleep last night? On the couch?"

Originally, I’d planned to give her my bedroom.
Monster or not, it didn’t feel right to let someone in the form of a girl sleep on the cold floor or a lumpy couch.
But back then, she’d waved me off, saying it was fine.

And now, she answered my question completely nonchalantly.
"Nope! I made one and slept there!"
"...Made one?"
Her answer made me look at her in confusion, and she responded by waving her hands lightly as if to give a demonstration.

Instantly, fluff, thread, and soft-looking fabric appeared from somewhere and came together to form a perfect bed next to the sofa.
"Whoa."
"Grrng!"
Daeho was the first to leap onto it, purring as he happily rolled around on the bed.

Curious, I sat down too—and the texture and softness were on a whole other level compared to my own bed.
At this rate, I might as well toss out my bed and have her make me one instead.
Worrying had been pointless.

Come to think of it, I still didn’t know the girl’s name.
When I asked, she said she didn’t have one.
"I don’t have a name. If anything, I was just called Test Subject, or sometimes just 'Hey you' or 'Girl'."

She said even that was a nice name, and smiled brightly—but that smile weighed heavy on my heart.
This wouldn’t do. She needed a proper name.
I racked my brain to come up with one for her.

But honestly, I wasn’t someone with any real naming sense.
Even Leo, our household veteran, had kept the name he came with. And Daeho’s name was literally just the Chinese characters for “big tiger.”
"Hmm…"

But this wasn’t a pet name. It was a name for a monster that looked like a human.
Honestly, the pressure was kind of intense.
To find inspiration, I stared at the girl in front of me.

A slightly fancy dress, a face that always smiled, prettily braided hair, and her ability to handle thread and needles. Her background as a former doll, too.
I combined all that information, mulled it over, and finally, with a what-the-hell kind of attitude, blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"...Barbie?"
"I like it!"

It was the name of a famous doll.
She lit up with a wide smile at the suggestion.
That was… a little too easy. I tried again, this time focusing on her abilities.

"...Scissorhands?"
"I like it!"
Even that? I thought it might be a bit too much, but she just grinned sweetly and said she liked it.
Starting to feel playful, I threw out an obvious joke name.

"...Poopface."
"That’s lovely!"
She actually nodded with the biggest smile in the world, as if I’d just given her the most beautiful name she’d ever heard.
I was starting to get the feeling she’d like literally anything I said.

That made it even harder. If she could at least dislike something, I’d know what to avoid. But like this, how was I supposed to decide?
And then—
Ding dong!

Someone rang our doorbell.
I carefully checked the intercom and saw Choi Yerim standing outside—the same Yerim I’d met a few days ago.
"Oh, is that today?"

Today was the day she was supposed to come see Daeho and Leo.
It was good timing, actually.
Now I had someone to [N O V E L I G H T] help me think of a name.

I opened the front door, feeling oddly relieved.
"Hello."
"Hey. I’m coming in."
She barely acknowledged me as she stepped in, clearly eager to lay eyes on Daeho and Leo.

Her eyes scanned the room, searching for monsters.
But of course, the first one she laid eyes on wasn’t Daeho, who was sprawled on the new bed, or Leo, still asleep in the bedroom.
It was the girl standing right there in the middle of the living room.

"Uh."
"Oh my."
Choi Yerim and the girl.
The two stood frozen, staring at each other like time had stopped.

One, a human who came to see monsters.
The other, a monster who stayed to see humans.
It was a truly historic encounter between a monster-lover and a human-lover.
Without saying a single word, the two stared each other down, as if studying a strange new specimen.

While I alone squirmed in the awkward silence, both of them finally came to a conclusion and spoke up—almost at the same time.
The girl went first, tilting her head at Yerim before asking confidently:
"You must be human, right? You're cute."

And Yerim, looking at the girl, answered with similar awe:
"She’s definitely a monster—she’s adorable."
I was at a loss for words at this miraculous logic. I didn’t understand it at all, but since they were both technically correct, I just nodded silently.

Seeing my nod, both of them smiled at each other in satisfaction.
Yeah… I was never going to understand how these two thought.
While they stared at each other, mutually fascinated, I took the chance to ask Yerim for help naming the girl.

She looked interested at first but quickly shook her head.
"Sorry, I’ll have to pass. I have absolutely no naming sense."
I sighed and admitted I didn’t either.

Still, I asked just in case—maybe she’d seen some memorable nicknames in that monster gallery she browsed every day.
"Memorable nickname? Hmm… maybe 'Granny Lee Okbun’s Life-or-Death Belly Dance'...?"
"…"

I had clearly underestimated the abyss of the gallery.
What the hell kind of nickname was that. It was definitely memorable—but not helpful at all for naming the girl.
I was back to square one. I gave her another once-over, searching for ideas.

That’s when I noticed her stark white hair—a clear contrast to Leo’s pitch-black fur. Maybe something related to the color white?
Whitey… Snowy…
Didn’t sound bad.

But also kind of sounded like something you’d name a pet. And with her Western-style appearance, a native Korean name might sound a little off.
If I could just make it sound a little more stylish…
That’s when Yerim chimed in, seeming to have caught onto my thought process.

"In Italian, white is ‘Bianca’."
Bianca.
I rolled the name around on my tongue a few times.

It sounded beautiful. The meaning was good.
And above all, it just felt perfect for her.
"Bianca. How about that for your name?"
"I love it!"

When I asked, she blinked once, then beamed and nodded.
And just like that, the third member of my household—the doll monster who wanted to become human—was given her name: Bianca.