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The Beloved Granny of the Death Game
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The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”
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The Beloved Granny of the Death Game Chapter 9
I patted Chloe’s icy hands and ruffled the pale hair of the hungry little boy.“Let me tell you all a story. Back when I was still living in the village like a regular person…”I started my tale.I told them about the freezing winters in my small village, the cozy warmth of my little house, the big barrels of pickled vegetables, the lively feasts during the New Year, and the daily gossip of neighbors…I even talked about how I scrimped and saved to send my adopted boy to school, watched him get married, and dreamed of holding my grandkids someday…It was nothing thrilling, just the ordinary ups and downs of life.The ghosts were mesmerized.Chloe forgot the cold and snuggled closer.The hungry little boy forgot his hunger and propped his chin up on his hands.The poltergeist stopped being grumpy, quietly squatting in a corner.Even the banshee forgot to cry. There was a glimmer of hope in her swollen, red eyes.“Being human isn’t so bad, huh?” Chloe asked in a soft voice.“
The Beloved Granny of the Death Game Chapter 8
Well…Perhaps it was better just being the kindly old granny.My big floral coat seemed brighter again, and the familiar, benevolent smile graced my face.It was almost like that one-hit, ultimate-boss moment from before had just been a hallucination.“Granny!”“Granny!”Voices from below, panicked and urgent, bounced off the walls.I leaned over and peeked down.Oh my goodness!The whole dormitory building was lit up. The greenish-blue glow was a little off, but nearly every single window was wide open!The frost wraith, Chloe, floated to the front. Her little face was wrinkled with worry.The Hungry Dead clutched his precious empty bowl. His drool threatened to spill from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were full of concern.The banshee had stopped crying, sniffing and staring upward.The Poltergeist was holding some random rusty pipe, looking ready to charge up and tear the building apart…There were also the Hanged Ghost, Shadow Sneak, Pipe Phantom…A whole th
The Beloved Granny of the Death Game Chapter 7
“Oh my God! What the hell are you?! You undead old hag!”Scar Face and Big Eyes shrieked.They were acting like rats scalded in hot oil, tumbling and scrambling toward the edge of the rooftop in opposite directions![Wait, what kind of boss is Granny?! She made one of them disappear by just pointing at them!][Holy crap! One point, and they’re ashes?! What kind of boss level is this?! Even the S-tier final bosses aren’t this brutal!][Granny! Look at me! I swear, if I ever enter this dungeon in the future, please protect me! I’ll even donate my family’s pickled cabbage!][Skinny Monkey: I died so fast! I didn’t even get to say my final words!]The remaining two screamed and howled as they ran.“Granny! Granny! Please! Spare us! We were wrong! We’ve learnt our lesson now!”“Have mercy! I’ve got an 80-year-old mother and a toddler at home! I don’t want to die!”“We meant no harm! The ghosts made us do it! Please spare our lives! We’ll work for you like slaves!”Their gut-wrenc
The Beloved Granny of the Death Game Chapter 6
The three players did not even glance at me. They were too eager to bask in the glow of victory!Just as the white light of level completion was about to envelop them…Something snapped!A gaunt yet terrifyingly strong hand shot out, grabbing all three of them by the wrists just as the light was about to swallow them!My body, which should have been split in two, stood up in the most unnatural way imaginable from the pool of gore it was lying in.My severed head did not spray blood. Instead, like two pieces of a magnetic puzzle, it snapped back together with a solid click.My skin, bones, and veins stitched themselves back together instantly. There was no scar, no hint of damage.Then, right in front of the three players, who were staring like they had seen a ghost…Creak! My head spun a full 360 degrees!I swung my head to face them, revealing my wrinkled, weathered face under streaks of gray hair.My lips curled into a grin that was not exactly human.“Little punks! Who di
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