Seeing about twenty of himself hanging from the ceiling, Annan was expressionless.

I even want to laugh a little.

“…… That's it? ”

Annan was somewhat disappointed.

It's not really that he's bold, it's not that he's not afraid......

From an objective point of view, Annan knew what was scary about this point - in principle, Annan was entering someone's nightmare. In other words, in the copy, he is playing this man who is suspected of being a painter and was stabbed.

But these hanging corpses have the face of Annan outside the copy.

This trick might give the real Native NPCs a creepy feel as to whether or not I'm in a nightmare. But it doesn't make sense to the player.

It's even very harmonious.

Because both the players and Annan. Their bodies outside the copy are not their own bodies.

If these are hanging from Annan before the crossing, or the players' bodies, they may be able to scare the players into cardiac arrest.

But if the character they pinched out is scraped here like bacon, players who may be slower to react and have poor comprehension ability are shocked when they first see the corpse. You may not be able to get the horror of this scene when you walk over, and you have to wait until you exit the dungeon to ask someone to explain it......

It can be said that the horror game that needs someone else's explanation to understand where the horror is can be said to be quite harmonious.

Before Annan could see clearly, another bolt of lightning fell outside the window.

Then, in a flash of light, Annan saw that the corpses had changed back into bound portraits, as if they had all been illusions before.

Annan waited a little longer, and then there was no more lightning strike.

So he asked earnestly and politely, "Is there anything else?"

"Leave without me?"

Under the gaze of more than twenty swaying portraits, Annan passed briskly through the gallery.

The L-shaped cloister has become dim again.

The only difference was that there was a crack in the wall - the same spot where a hammer had smashed it open.

The gap was not large, but it was large enough for one person to pass through.

Annan walked over and looked inside.

To his surprise, there was a narrow and cramped passageway. It only allows one person to pass, and it would be very crowded for two people walking side by side.

And at the end of the narrow passage, there is a wooden door...... It's exactly the same door as the one I saw in the last room during the first two cycles.

- [All forks in the road, go to the side with paintings]

"That's ...... A fork in the road? ”

Annan muttered.

He looked to the left, and the end of the other side was still lit with a dim yellow light, almost exactly the same as before.

The only difference is that the sides of the L-shaped cloister are not hung with those eerie portraits this time.

And at the end of that narrow passage, there is only one painting. To the left of the gate leading to the next loop, there is also a frame of a picture that Annan cannot see for the time being.

- Probably going this way.

Annan thought as hard as he could, squeezing in through the gap as best he could.

He heard "himself" let out a low cry of pain, and he gulped for rough clothes. The wounds in the abdomen seem to have been torn apart as a result.

His body seemed to be out of control.

Or rather...... As if he had entered a cutscene, his body moving on its own.

Ready to clear the customs?

Or is it ...... This is just the beginning?

Although he was stabbed in the abdomen, Annan had never cried out in pain before, let alone made such a humiliating sound, and the frequency of his walking was very close, and his body was always in a posture that could move forward as fast as possible without worsening the wound.

Just like a machine, precise and elegant.

But now his pace is getting slower and slower, and because of the pain, there are more meaningless movements, and even some stumbling - which will undoubtedly make the wound worse.

"Bakker...... Please......"

He muttered under his breath as his throat churned, and he coughed violently, tearing the wound in his abdomen further. So he staggered to his knees.

He felt a strong suffocation.

Finally, he managed to cough up a mouthful of bloody phlegm from his throat.

"Ah...... Ah......h

He made a terrified sound, and his throat gurgled.

Because he saw clearly, it was not phlegm.

It's an eyeball.

A very complete eyeball with a beautiful turquoise pupil -

"Please...... Don't ......"

He whispered again, staggering to his feet. But because the corridor was too narrow and smooth, he had nowhere to relay, and his abdomen was in severe pain, and it was difficult to get up just by trying to get up.

So after two attempts, he simply crawled on the ground.

Annan, on the other hand, heard the footsteps very keenly.

Extremely light footsteps.

He was crawling on the ground, crawling forward like a dog—where did the footsteps come from?

It's behind you.

Annan reacted quickly.

There was a man, quiet, tiptoeing behind him......

And "he" still seemed to be in a state of discouragement, crawling forward on the ground with difficulty, gulping for breath and letting out a low cry of pain from time to time.

In just a dozen steps, he climbed for a long time.

Until he came into contact with the door, he was almost ecstatic.

"Ah...... Ha ha...... Heh......"

He lifted his upper body, half crying and half laughing, trying to push open the door and return to the wide gallery, which at least allowed people to stand up and walk.

But his smile quickly froze.

Because the door is locked.

Can't open.

Can't open at all.

He flicked the handle hard and in a panic, but found that it couldn't move at all.

The door was locked at the other end.

And at this moment, his gaze gathered and his pupils dilated.

Because he suddenly realized that the shadow cast on the door was more than his upper body...... It seems to be more than a lap bigger.

Someone is behind you!

And the shadow gradually rose above it.

Like a man, slowly lifting a huge hammer above his head—

The moment he realized this, Annan suddenly took back control of his body.

It's like ...... I want him to follow the inertia of his thinking and turn back.

But Annan remembers.

Whether it was the warning of Priest Louis or the voice of the old man who had just entered the nightmare.

“…… Don't look back, do you. ”

Annan ignored the hammer that seemed to be about to fall in the next moment, but raised his head decisively and looked at the painting on his left.

He saw it clearly.

It was a teenage girl, blonde and blue-eyed. She sat on the bed, wearing a white dress with lace-trimmed balloon sleeves on her arms, which covered half of her thighs, revealing her smooth knees.

She smiled cutely and looked out of the portrait.

There was only one oddity.

The left eye of the girl's portrait is burning with a circle of fresh scorch, which destroys the overall warm beauty. At first, it is the size of a cigarette butt, and then gradually spreads......

After more than a second of eye contact with her, Annan suddenly felt a trance.

“…… Don't move, Elle. ”

Suddenly, he heard a somewhat familiar voice.

It seems to be exactly ...... The painter's voice.

And in his own mouth, a crisp and cute response came out: "Okay, Dad." ”

And at this time, the world in front of him gradually became clear.

He found himself looking down a little, sitting on a soft, at least much softer than the bed in Salvatore's room.

He felt that the cuffs had a lace-like touch, and he roughly guessed that he might have entered the body of the girl in the painting.

Opposite him was the painter with a knife in the abdomen.

He was about thirty years old at the moment, with brown hair and blue eyes, some stubble, and what seemed to be an unshaven beard. But he still looked very handsome and personable, and he was in very good spirits.

…… Wait, brown-haired and blue-eyed?

Annan was silent for a moment, and looked at the painter with a pitiful look.

"Laugh, Elle."

The male painter raised his voice with some dissatisfaction.

That's when it happened.

A systematic prompt finally appeared in Annan's eyes.

It was only then that he finally received the belated main quest:

[Gallery entered: Elle Morrison (3rd floor)]

[Main Quest: Play as Elle Morrison until tomorrow morning]

Immediately, a large area of small print quickly appeared under this line:

【Finished Portrait Painting】

【Discover the secret of Amos Morrison】

【Stay Alive】

Seeing the main quest prompt, Annan immediately understood everything:

God's special ......

Priest Louis has no system, and sure enough, the strategy is not reliable at all......

- That gallery is the place to go! Each time you pass through a door, you enter the next floor...... And looking at the portrait is the key to unlocking the deep nightmare!

He finally knew how he had died in the last two weeks.

He was afraid that he hadn't survived from the gallery to the end, and entered the last few floors, which was theoretically the most difficult dungeon that required [below the Golden Level] to be able to attack.

Priest Louis is probably the typical kind of player who "after clearing the game, he still hasn't figured out what the plot is......

Under the increasingly disgruntled gaze of Amos Morrison, Annan smiled sweetly before he urged him a third time.

"Okay, Dad."

He mimicked the tone of Elle Morrison before him and said exactly the same, similar to the point of being almost creepy.

It's a pity that Mr. Amos, who was opposite Annan, didn't realize anything, and only felt a little chill in his back.