Chapter 3

After he finished the focaccia sandwich, Jorvan gazed at me with some uncertainty.

Then, he took out two normal bills and gave them to me.

“Give me ten more of these to go.”

“Oh… Sure thing!”

Knowing that I had just barely escaped death, I quickly took the money and buried myself in my work. I did not dare to look up at him as I made more focaccia sandwiches.

As he left with his ten focaccia sandwiches, Jorvan gave me a warning glance.

“I’ll be back tomorrow.”

When he turned and left, he could not help but murmur under his breath, “I’ll kill her tomorrow!”

Clutching the two hundred dollars, which flapped in the wind, I thought, ‘Could you please not tell me if you’re planning to kill me?’

Since Jorvan had bought all the focaccia I had made for the day, I figured that I might as well close up early.

The door of my hut slammed shut loudly, and I was safely ensconced inside again.

Right then, the audience watching the livestream were flabbergasted. They had all thought that I would not even last a single day.

The comment section was a mess.

[The next player only managed to avoid being killed by a ghoul using some A-Rank tools. How did she do it with some sandwiches?]

[She even made 200 dollars! She could buy loads of stuff from the market.]

[She probably won’t survive the second day. Didn’t you hear Jorvan say he’ll kill her tomorrow?]

[F in the chat for the newbie.]

[Don’t be scared, Lin! You’re doing great, Lin!]

[Why does this newbie have a diehard fan already? Why is this person here every day?]

At 8:00 p.m., night fell slowly.

I was tossing and turning in my sheets, trying my hardest to recall what I saw about defeating ghouls in the forums.

Right then, there was a knock on the door to the hut.

“W-Who is it?”

It was 8:00 p.m., so it was a safe time. Also, the inside of the hut was a safe zone. Ghouls should not be able to access this area.

“Ms. Graves, I’m the town’s vegetable vendor, Simon Reeves. I brought your ingredients.”

The voice was warm and youthful, but it also carried a trembling note of fear.

Thoughtful, I sat up. I quickly guessed that the person outside the door was another player.

In such a horror game, players not only had to be wary of ghouls. They also had to beware of the other players.

After all, everyone was on their guard in these horror games. It was difficult to guess what others were up to, and no one wanted to be stabbed in the back.

After the fifth knock came, I threw the door open, having pulled on a jacket beforehand.

The person outside seemed to have been shocked by my actions. He stiffly took the basket off his back.

He did not dare to meet my gaze. After receiving the money he was due, he ran off quickly.

From the looks of it, that guy was also a newbie.

I memorized Simon’s appearance and took the basket of food inside and locked the door.

The ingredients I got tonight were a bit more varied. There was lamb, squid, beef, chicken wings, corn, potatoes, some greens, and eggplants.

But I would not be able to make more focaccia sandwiches with these ingredients.

After giving it some thought, I changed the two hundred dollars from Jorvan into credits for the market. I bought some herbs and spices.

That was the only way I could stock the stall with food tomorrow.

The next morning, Jorvan showed up as promised.

When he saw that there was no focaccia on the counter, he seemed a little sad.

However, he soon came toward me with his sharp and bloody teeth on display.

Without any focaccia sandwiches to eat, I seemed to be next on the menu instead.

I quickly flipped the skewers I had on the grill and glazed them with my special sauce.

When the lamb on the skewers touched the flame-hot grill, it sizzled deliciously. The oil and fat from the meat dripped as its fragrant aromas filled the air.

By the time Jorvan was right in front of me, I was able to swiftly serve up a plate full of skewers.

“Why don’t you eat a bit before you, uh, get busy?”