All Chapters of Running A Food Stall In A Horror Game: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It was mealtime. The diner was crowded. Everyone was eagerly awaiting their food.I was in the kitchen cooking. Adrenaline drove me in the rush to fill orders. The next second, I was pulled into an S-Rank Supernatural Map.[Identity: Linnet Graves, age eighteen, food stall owner, Pine Grove.][Talent items: A set of F-Rank kitchen utensils (upgradeable), ability to create culinary concoctions that even ghouls can taste.]Screens displaying my in-game identity and talent items floated before my eyes.Meanwhile, there was already a huge audience watching the livestream. They were waiting for the action to start, and I was the unlucky soul picked to play in this horror game.When they saw that I was only eighteen and possessed only the lowest-ranked talent items, everyone’s eyes nearly popped out.[She’s done for! She’s a newbie, AND she got sent to an S-Rank Map! She’s going to die in ten seconds flat.] [Wow, she sure is unlucky. What’s she going to do with a saucepan and spatul

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 tha

When he saw me, a flicker of hope lit up in Simon’s eyes. He threw caution to the wind and sprinted over to the food stall. “Help me! We’re both players, so you have to help me!” Simon yelled. By doing so, he successfully got all the surrounding ghouls to focus their gazes on me.Jorvan, Klyton, and Chitan all stopped eating and looked at me.My heart sank in an instant, and I felt chills run up my spine. The ghoul holding the cleaver, Trilius, sped up and reached for Simon. With a swing of his cleaver, Simon’s head rolled and came to a stop right by my feet.Trilius wiped away the spray of blood that had landed on his face and grinned menacingly at me. “Do you know him?”I denied it with everything I had, and shook my head so vigorously that it felt like it would fall off. “I don’t know him, I really don’t. I’m just a humble food vendor!”Still, Trilius did not believe me. He raised his bloody cleaver and approached slowly.Trilius’s meaty hand shoved my face onto the

If I did not have ingredients, I would not be able to run my food stall tomorrow. I would be chased down and killed. I went through the prices of food in the player market. I quickly noticed that everything was heavily marked up, so I decided to give up. It was always eerily quiet in this abandoned little town. Occasionally, I would hear the sound of insects or the barking of dogs. Recalling that I was safe from 7:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m., I finally gathered the guts to sneak outside. There was a chicken coop in the backyard. From there, I found a few eggs, still warm from the hens’ brooding. Then, I walked to the pitch-black vegetable garden and got some ingredients. There were various crops of vegetable greens there, and I got them all. The moon shone brighter and brighter. By the time I noticed that something was amiss, a figure was standing behind me. “What are you doing?”When I looked back, I found an older woman holding a hoe. Her thick, long hair hung straight do

Jorvan continued talking. “Trilius got into a car accident when he was making a delivery from his farm. His unfinished business is the baby he left at home, waiting to be fed.“Anella was the head nurse at an emergency department. She had been pulling so many overtime shifts trying to save people that she ended up dying from exhaustion. But she’s still thinking about saving more people.“All these painful memories, their unfinished business, slowly fade away the longer they stay in this world. The worst part is that everyone, including me, is gradually forgetting who they are.“What about you? What unfinished business do you have?”It was the first time I heard Jorvan say so much in one go. He was usually aloof. It was surprising that he actually knew so much about these ghouls’ pasts. I looked down to escape his gaze and quickly went over to retrieve the plates and cutlery. Did I have unfinished business? Of course. My father was still waiting for me. Once they finished