All Chapters of Terminal Paradise Seamstress: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I stood in the vast, empty lobby of a hospital, a cobweb-covered chandelier swinging precariously from the ceiling above.[Welcome to the S-Rank Instance—Saint Anna Hospital.][Objective: Survive for seven days.][Initial players: 10. Wishing you… an enjoyable game.]The system's cold, mocking voice faded from my mind. Around me, the nine other players' expressions shifted from confusion to fear, then settled into pure despair. "An S-Rank? A hell-difficulty stage right from the start?" one stammered. "A hospital… this is where the creepiest things happen! We're dead!"At the same time, my personal livestream screen flickered to life. A handful of sparse comments popped up.[Another batch of newbies. They won't last the first day.][Classic old map, Saint Anna. 99% fatality rate. Can't wait to see the head nurse turn these newbies into pincushions again.][What's with the girl in the hospital gown? She's white as a ghost. Is she an NPC?]The other players instinctively hudd

Time seemed to freeze solid.My livestream exploded into chaos because of that single, blurted-out sentence.[WTF!!!! What is she doing?? She's talking to the S-rank Boss???][I can't believe my eyes and ears—this woman has a death wish!][My brain just short-circuited. What kind of god-tier suicide move is this?][It's over. She's dead. She actively drew the Boss's attention. Not even the Gods could save her now.]As expected, the Head Nurse's steps halted. Her bloodless face turned toward me inch by inch. Beneath the shadow of her nurse's cap, two eerie green flames ignited in her eye sockets. A wave of frigid malice wrapped around me as she raised the massive, blood-stained syringe, pointing the needle directly at my eyeball.The other players panicked, scrambling away from me, terrified of being caught in the fallout of the lunatic who'd dared to provoke the Boss."I—I'm sorry," I stammered, shaken so hard by terror I could barely stand. Tears streamed down my face, my vo

I didn't linger in the operating room; the cloying scent of blood was too much for my stomach. The Head Nurse and the Surgeon fell into step behind me, a silent, imposing guard on either side. Our strange trio—a frail patient flanked by two S-class horrors—drifted down the empty hospital corridor, our footsteps echoing in an eerie, syncopated rhythm.The livestream viewer count swelled. Newcomers, confused by the scene, filled the chat.[What's happening? Are the bosses escorting her to her execution?][Saw the trending tag—some girl is "redeeming" S-class monsters? This? Looks like a funeral procession.][Newcomers, be quiet and watch! From this moment, Cassidy is my one and only queen!][I agree with you. She's not playing a game; she's healing souls!]I walked aimlessly until I found myself in the pediatric wing. It was colder here than anywhere else. The walls were painted with cheerful, peeling cartoons—carousels and smiling suns warped by bloodstains and time into somet

The world outside was in an uproar. My livestream had become a global phenomenon.[Terminally Ill Girl Tames Horror Game with Kindness.] The headline was everywhere. My follower count exploded into the tens of millions, making me the most unlikely star in the game's history. People were moved to tears, praising my compassion. A tidal wave of donations flooded my account, the sum rocketing past eight figures in a matter of hours.And then—my parents emerged. The ones who had abandoned me suddenly appeared on every major news outlet. My mother wept hysterically, pounding her chest as if her own heart were breaking. "Cassidy! My daughter! It was all our fault! We never stopped loving you—we were just desperate, we had nothing! We had no choice!"My father bowed deeply to the camera. "Good people, please... help us. We just want our daughter back. We admit our mistakes. We're willing to do anything. We can't live without her."They successfully deceived a watching world that didn't k

At the end of the corridor, a figure leaning on a cane slowly emerged from the shadows. The Director—the living embodiment of Saint Anna's rules. His gaze, however, did not settle on me. It fell upon the four battered, trembling players first."You pursued knowledge, yet used it only to scheme. You craved power, yet sought it solely for selfish desire," the Director said. "You carry not a shred of compassion. Saint Anna does not shelter empty shells—brains without souls."The moment his words landed, one of the players was simply erased by the system, dissolving into nothingness.He then turned to the female player who had tried to manipulate me. "You treat others as stepping stones. You see kindness only as a tool to exploit. In your world, there is only you. And what Saint Anna despises most—is absolute selfishness."Her scream was cut short as she vanished from existence.[What the hell—instant death by judgement?! How are players supposed to survive this?!][This Director is