Death Game Diaries: My Thoughts Are Too Loud
"Let's make a deal, Heidi Wallace. You raise my affection level, save me, and help me leave the game. I'll protect you in exchange. How about that?"
I finally understood that the bosses weren't part of the game. They had tragically died and been trapped by the game due to deep resentment.
The only way out was to wait for a player like me. Someone isolated from everyone else, yet unknowingly opening up an opportunity.
Who wouldn't want to be protected by the final boss?
But even though the bet seemed like a guaranteed win, the final boss clenched his fists nervously.
"What's your name?" I asked. "If we're working together, I should at least know your name. Or should I call you hubby?"