Chapter 4

Even more blood poured from my husband's body, and he radiated an even more dangerous aura. Clearly, the methods I used on Liam weren't going to work on him at all.

Comments of mockery flashed across the screen.

[Oh boy, is she finally going to die? I think she completely infuriated the big boss.]

[The last newbie got slowly sliced to death. Let's see what this one will get.]

...

I had no idea that my husband was intending to kill me; I was just furious about how unqualified he was as a father.

His daughter was soaking wet, and he didn't even know enough to change her clothes. Once I finished bathing the girl, I would deal with him properly.

"Make whatever you want yourself," I said casually before grabbing my daughter by the back of her collar and marching into the bathroom.

Once inside, I ignored the sharp claws she thrust at my chest, swiftly stripped off her clothes, and stuffed her into the bathtub.

"Sweetie, I'm going to give you a nice bath!" I gave her a loud kiss on the cheek and started scrubbing her thoroughly.

Compared to her punk brother, my daughter was actually very cute. Now she seemed to quite enjoy it.

The system's voice sounded, "Daughter's favorability has increased to 20."

I paused, then began scrubbing even harder. "That's right! Mothers like clean children."

Once the bath was done, I changed her into a beautiful dress and tied her hair into two pigtails. Looking at her round, adorable face, I remembered when my real daughter was little.

My heart melted. I couldn't help leaning down to kiss her repeatedly, launching into full praise mode. "Oh, my daughter is so beautiful and so cute! Mwah! I love you so much!"

She blushed, and the system's voice sounded again, [Daughter's favorability has increased to 50.]

Seeing her so happy, I used a playful tone to ask her name and age.

"My name is Penny, and I'm five years old," she answered obediently.

After bringing Penny out, I saw my husband throwing a tantrum in the living room. "Where's the meat in the fridge? Why is it all gone?"

Unfazed, I told him that I had thrown away all the rotting, foul-smelling meat.

He went berserk, ripping off his arm and glaring at me ferociously. "Then pay me back with your own flesh!"

My anger flared up instantly. "Are you threatening me?"

I had been a housewife for so many years, and my real husband and daughter had never once raised their voices at me. Now, playing a game, I was being threatened by a virtual husband.

My real family was still waiting for me to come home and cook. How dare a game character throw a tantrum at me? He thought I was a pushover just because I hadn't shown my claws yet?

I yanked the knife out of his stomach and slammed it into the dining table. "What did you just say? Say it again!"

Seeing the knife in front of him, he shuddered in fear. He hurriedly reattached his arm and sat down to eat.

Comments of amazement flashed across the screen.

[The new player has discovered a game mechanic. The bosses are terrified of the weapons that killed them!]

[Brillant!]

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Watching them finish every bite of their food, I began cleaning the floor that the father and daughter had just dirtied. While cleaning, I warned them against doing that kind of role-playing again in the house.

Behind my back, Penny and Liam each grabbed one of their father's arms, silently refusing to let him hurt me.

I was delighted that they had taken my side. I hadn't loved them for nothing after all.

Before going to sleep, I noticed something wrong with my husband's exposed skin. He was so young, but his body was covered in ugly stitches.

There were even traces of dried blood on the threads. I wondered who had sewn him up and why they had done such a terrible job.