[Your vision is impaired by the thick mist; although you stabbed its tentacle, you were ultimately defeated.]
[You are dead.]
[...]
[You chose to load your save.]
[After hacking off the tentacles that you absolutely had to deal with, you chose to run immediately. You discovered that blood attracts it, and you tried to leave clothes stained with your blood along the way.]
[You escaped the most dangerous zone.]
[...]
[Relying on sheer willpower, you cut away the rotted flesh. Following the markers you made, you returned to the entrance of the sanctuary.]
[But unfortunately, you find that the toxin has eventually spread completely. Your consciousness becomes blurred, but you still grit your teeth, fueled by your obsession with E-cups—the obsession that even if you die, you must die on big tits. You returned to the safe zone.]
[...]
When Silas opened his eyes, his vision was filled with text.
Perhaps it would only disappear once he had read it. During the gaps where his consciousness was blurred on the road, it didn't count as "seeing."
[The poison you carry is interpreted by Fiona as a malevolent pollution.]
[Lying in the room, your body is bound. You hear Fiona's voice close at hand. She says that the walking dead and the monsters in the mist are terrifying enough. Someone like you, who can move freely among the dead and slay monsters, would be an unimaginable catastrophe if you turned. You must be killed before you change.]
[You also hear the Sister's rebuttal.]
[She believes you are just injured and need medicine and rest. You are still alive; how can they say you are polluted? Fiona stands her ground. Sister Rose does the same, even claiming she witnessed someone recover from pollution, showing the Silver Crest around her navel.]
That idiot.
Is that something you just show people?
[Clearly, Fiona does not believe the nun's words, thinking she is simply weaving any lie to save you.]
[Just as they are at a deadlock, the Slut enters.]
Ah.
As if it wasn't chaotic enough.
Silas wanted to immerse himself in the text to feel his current state, as he hadn't been able to get up for a long time.
But immediately, a needle-like headache struck.
The pain forced him to pull his gaze away from the text. This... in the modern world, he might be saved, but in this place, is it truly impossible?
[The Slut clearly doesn't know what happened to you. The nun beats Fiona to the punch, explaining that you were just accidentally injured, are exhausted, and need rest.]
[Fiona doesn't expose the truth. She only tells the nun to consider her options carefully and warns the Slut not to blabber before leaving.]
[...]
[The Slut came to suck up to the nun. She has been very unpopular in the safe zone recently, practically a pariah that everyone looks down on.]
[She came here hoping the nun would at least talk to her in public, making their relationship look normal so her life would be easier.]
[The nun does not give her an answer, telling her that you are currently resting and they can talk after you recover.]
[Reluctantly, she takes a look at you and leaves.]
[Now only you and the nun remain. She picks up a clean cloth to wipe your body. Looking at the toxin that has spread to your shoulders and chest, she mumbles that she must save you.]
[Sister Rose goes to fetch the lubricant she believes to be the antidote and any other medicine that might be useful. You are temporarily alone.]
[You feel the end is near. You have one last shred of strength.]
[You decide...]
[Important choice triggered]
[Option 1: Believe the nun; I will recover!]
[Option 2: End it quickly and cleanly yourself!]
[Perform Free Simulation]
Is this even a choice?
Silas thought he would just die like this.
Self-termination was not an idea Silas liked.
But if he chose it and switched to Free Simulation, crawling out to find an enemy to kill him would be even more absurd.
Is it just a short sword against his own throat?
This trash game, why can't it just be like the choices between being a chef or being outside?
As for believing the nun...
Give me a break. Lubricant is just lubricant.
And the medicine. Most of the medicines here were collected by Silas; he knew exactly what they were. He only came back thinking that if he could endure the pollution, having someone to care for him in a safe place might mean he wouldn't have to waste a simulation attempt.
Now that the toxin has spread so completely and his body is so weak, if he keeps letting blood, he doesn't know if the poison will spread, but he'll definitely die of shock. His thirst for E-cups has burned out.
[You chose Option 2]
The moment he regained his five senses.
Silas's head felt like it was going to explode.
His vision wasn't normal; many double images swayed back and forth. It was like he had eaten poisonous mushrooms.
The sword, where is the sword?
He grit his teeth and groped around. Finally, he felt the cold iron near the pillow.
Come on!
Simulation, restart!
As long as I know it's attracted to blood and I'm fully prepared, I can definitely get through there. No big deal. I just really wanted to clear it in one life.
Clatter.
"You... what are you doing?!"
The nun, who was supposed to be looking for medicine, returned for some reason holding only a cup.
The short sword was instantly snatched away.
This woman... she grabbed it by the blade to take it. Silas could smell a hint of blood.
"Hah... I've already..."
"You've already what? You're beyond saving?! Who said so!"
"..."
"Or do you want to say that if this continues, you'll become some magnificent monster, and it's better to die early for the greater good?! That's not right, Mr. Silas... since when were you so noble?"
"They all worship and respect you, but only I know that you're actually... just a piece of trash!"
"..."
She said everything he was thinking.
Fine, scold me, but why are you scolding me while wiping away tears?
"I will save you."
"You could keep me from being polluted; I can definitely do the same for you. I still have a lot of that slippery liquid. Fiona doesn't understand at all. I've already brought it in a cup. You'll definitely be fine if you drink it!"
"..."
Are you serious?
She held him like this.
"You... did it with me so many times, and every time you came inside."
"What if I'm pregnant? Have you thought about that?"
I haven't.
"I will... give birth. Provided you are still alive. I've never been a mother, and I don't want... a child to be born without a father."
Is this... a confession?
"Please, believe me... I will definitely make you well!"
"Don't do this... ugh."
"Don't pick up the sword. You aren't that kind of noble person. I know."
"..."
Lubricant.
Fundamentally, that was just a consumable item used for playing with the deceased noblewoman.
Something used to trick the nun into recovery.
But why on earth would Sister Rose... seem so fond of him?
He hadn't done anything good to her.
It was truly a mood-killer; he hadn't said a word, and she probably already had the child's names picked out.
So what should he do now after choosing Option 2?
With her here, it's impossible to end it himself. If this drags on, he might actually physically transform.
Mental state.
The reason the nun could recover was because she had an independent consciousness and was different from other walking dead.
No. The key was that she had a shred of consciousness. It could be captured by hypnosis, and afterwards, her own mindset stopped being negative. He didn't need to hypnotize her further.
Could this hypnosis skill really only exist to guide the other person away from a negative state?
His head felt like it was going to burst.
Whatever, let's try it. If it says it can't be used, he'll immediately grab the sword and end it decisively. Save himself the agony.
[You have used the skill Hypnosis Apprentice on 'yourself'.]
[Due to the special nature of the target, the effect is unknown.]
Huh?
It actually works?
Does "unknown" count as effective or ineffective?
"Mr. Silas?!"
"..."
He couldn't think anymore; Silas's consciousness sank completely.