A Spicy Streamer in Horror Game

The stench of death hung in the air, Mike’s black ooze slowly seeping into the carpet.I forced myself to stay calm, my eyes scanning the rapidly scrolling chat.【Wait, I think this is a word game!】【What do you mean?】【I’ve played horror games like this before. The Boss twists your wish! That guy said he wanted to ‘expose’ the Boss, and the Boss stripped all the flesh from his bones.】【Holy crap, so how do you beat it?】【The key is to find a wish that can’t be twisted!】【You have to be super precise with your wording, leave no loopholes!】【If you don't find the right answer, you'll all die!】"Oh god, oh god..." Linda’s voice trembled. Her briefcase fell open, scattering documents across the floor. "What is this place?"Kevin cowered in a corner, his glasses fogged over. "We're trapped in some kind of supernatural event... This isn't scientific..."But then there was Bob, the quiet, stoic-looking truck driver."Wait," Bob said suddenly, his voice raspy. "I get it."The Boss turned to h

The world blurred, and we were transported into an ancient, decrepit part of the Victorian manor.Withered ivy clung to the gray stone walls, and strange light filtered through broken stained-glass windows.【Mission Update: Survive in the Manor of Death for 72 hours.】Blood-red letters shimmered in the air before fading."Look there!" Bob pointed to a wall at the end of the hall.An old, ornate mirror was displaying names in glowing red script:【DEATH COUNTDOWN】Each player's name had a 72-hour timer next to it—except mine. My name was a blurry mess, completely illegible.【What's wrong with Harper's name?】【A system bug?】【Or did her little stunt change something?】"That's not fair!" Linda’s sharp voice cut through the silence. She glared at me, her eyes full of venom. "Why is her information hidden? She must be cheating!"Kevin pushed up his glasses. "From a probabilistic standpoint, Harper's anomalous behavior may have triggered a hidden mechanic. I suggest we maintain our distance."

The library was thick with dust, the old leather-bound books smelling of mold and time.The three of us began our search. Linda tackled the documents on the desk, Kevin checked the bookshelves, and I went through the scattered diaries."Found it!" Kevin suddenly shouted.He held up a yellowed leather journal. On the cover, in elegant cursive, was the name "Adrian Blackwood."I hurried over and took the journal. I opened the first page and recognized the handwriting.October 15, 1847. Today, Mother once again prepared that damned blueberry pie for me. I have told her countless times that blueberries give me a rash and make it difficult to breathe, but she always forgets... or rather, she chooses to forget.November 2, 1847. The head chef made me a half-baked French cheese soufflé today. The warm, smooth texture felt as if it could soothe the loneliness in my soul. If there is anything left in this world that can bring me joy, it must be this dish.Linda quickly leaned in. "So he likes h

The side quest was over. It was time for us to go to our separate rooms for the night.My mad "suicide" attempt had drained all my energy. I collapsed into a chair, trembling with a mixture of relief and lingering fear.Adrian didn’t look at me again. He turned and walked straight to his room.He seemed a little unsteady on his feet, his retreat almost hurried.He hesitated at the door for a moment, but then went inside without a backward glance and shut it firmly.I heard the lock click.【Hahaha, the Boss is shy!】【Confirmed: thousand-year-old virgin.】【Harper, you're a witch.】【I can't take it anymore. What is wrong with this Boss? Is he under this woman’s spell?】I was worrying about how I’d get through the night when the door to the room next to Adrian’s creaked open, revealing a bed just as soft and warm as his.I don’t know why, but a warmth spread through my chest.Did Adrian prepare this for me?The next morning, another scream shattered the manor’s quiet.Linda was dead.She l

"Love is a lie."Adrian's words were like an icicle to the heart, but in his trembling voice, I heard something else—despair.The ancient chimes of a clock echoed through the air again.【Final Task: Make Your Last Wish】【Warning: This wish will determine the fate of everyone.】【Countdown: 10 minutes】Jake and Emma exchanged a look, their eyes flashing with greed."We wish to own this manor!" Emma shouted. "And to banish the evil spirit here forever!"Jake nodded. "Yes! We want to be the masters here and take all the gold and treasure!"Adrian looked at them, a scornful smile playing on his lips."Then… your wish is granted."【Clearance... failed.】The system's voice was a death sentence."The greedy are not worthy of salvation."Emma's scream echoed through the manor as she and Jake began to be consumed by black mist."No! This is impossible! We—"Jake's words were cut off as they both vanished into the darkness.【Idiots... The Boss isn't some 'evil spirit.' Did they really think they