It's time to become an evil god.

……

The windows were boarded up and sealed off, and heavy velvet curtains were drawn, leaving the inside pitch black.

A match lit up the darkness, and a girl with a slightly dirty face placed a candle on the table, illuminating a small, shadowy area.

The iron gate behind him was locked, and it was even secured with a thick steel pipe from the inside.

"Dad, Mom, I'm home."

The parents sat in chairs, motionless.

"We've managed to catch a large game today, so we'll have some good meat for dinner. I'll go and prepare it."

The girl dragged a heavy cloth bag into the kitchen, leaving dark red bloodstains on the floor, and a finger protruded from the loose opening.

Several large, fat cockroaches crawled out from under the sofa, slid up the girl's trouser legs, onto her parents' bodies, crawled all over their faces, and went in and out of their mouths.

The dull sound of a knife chopping meat came from the kitchen. After more than ten minutes, a sweaty girl came out carrying a scalding hot soup pot, her face covered in soot. She wrapped the handle with a rag and placed the pot on the table.

The girl quickly held her earlobe with her fingers, and after the temperature dropped, she took out a spoon and stirred the not-so-appetizing thick soup in the pot, then brought out a stack of bowls from the kitchen.

"This is the last bag of curry powder in the supermarket that's about to expire. We might not be able to eat curry anymore."

The girl sighed and pouted. She placed the four bowls on the table and said while ladling soup, "Just eat what you need. This is for you, Dad. You work hard all the time, so drink more."

"This is Mom's."

"This is for my sister."

The girl sat down, staring expectantly at the three figures in front of her, and said, "Hurry up and drink it, or the soup will get cold."

She picked up one of the bowls of soup, brought it to her parched, dehydrated mouth, and poured the soup into her mouth. However, the mummified corpse, who had long since lost the ability to swallow, simply let the soup flow out untouched from the corners of her mouth.

"Oh dear, look, you've gotten your clothes dirty again."

The girl put down her chopsticks, wiped the soup from the corner of her mouth with a napkin, then picked up the last bowl of soup, opened a sealed door, and felt a sour, foul odor emanating from inside. Lying on the floor was a ragged person; she placed the bowl of soup in front of them.

"This is yours, stranger, eat up."

The unshaven man lying on the ground slowly raised his head, looked at the girl in front of him, and the fear in his eyes was gone. Instead, he stared at the food in the bowl in front of him with some doubt, stirred the food residue in the soup with a spoon, and revealed a solemn expression.

"Thank you."

The young man pushed away the bowl and chopsticks in front of him and replied in a low voice, "First of all, I want to say that I respect the differences in food culture among people in different regions, but I still can't accept eating shit."

The girl turned and left expressionlessly, but returned a moment later, this time with a kitchen knife in her hand, standing at the door.

The man on the ground quickly explained, "Wait a minute, my stomach is full of shit right now, it doesn't taste good at all, eating me is the same as eating shit."

The girl replied coldly, "It's okay, I'm not picky about food."

Chapter Ninety-Nine: Chocolate-Flavored Shit

10,000 words updated, time for bed.

I received a system task notification just a few minutes after waking up from entering the instance. The task was twofold: to break free from the constraints and to understand the world of the script. Moreover, my skill and item slots were locked and would only be unlocked after completing the tasks.

In other words, the difficulty of the free-scenario missions will increase as the story progresses, eventually turning into a situation where one has a very low chance of survival.

Bai Ge saw his reflection in the dilapidated mirror in the corner. It wasn't his real face, but a weathered, middle-aged man with a bronzed complexion, wearing a faded yellow windbreaker, stubble, and looking listless, like a homeless person.

In his pocket were a broken Swiss Army knife, a lighter, and a Tokyo map covered with red circles and crosses.

His hands and feet were locked with iron chains as thick as two fingers, and he could not struggle.

The girl was clearly speaking Japanese, but Bai Ge could understand every single word perfectly. The built-in simultaneous translation was just that absurd; in the game's dungeons, it felt like everyone in the world was speaking Mandarin.

Through a brief exchange and observation, Bai Ge drew the following conclusions.

First of all, he should be in a somewhat abnormal neon city.

Secondly, he was kidnapped by a yandere girl.

Finally, judging from the girl's and his own attire, it's probably Godzilla outside.

The girl standing at the door had a cold look in her eyes, and the blood-stained cleaver gave off a chilling sense of terror, as if she might rush up at any moment to chop vegetables.

Especially with the three mummified corpses of adults and children on the dining table behind him, Bai Ge had only one uneasy thought in his mind.

Oh no, this time I've encountered an unreasonable lunatic.

Bai Ge tentatively asked, "Hello, what's your name? Can you tell me what's happening outside?"

To make it more realistic, Bai Ge even patted his head and said in a pained tone, "I feel like I've lost my memory. I forgot a lot of things after I woke up."

"You really don't remember anything?"

The girl's gloomy expression softened, and she put down the kitchen knife in her hand, letting out a sigh of relief. "I thought you were one of those ghosts outside that take human form."

Bai Ge asked urgently, "What are those things outside? What's outside?"

The girl's eyes darkened, and a sad expression appeared on her face. She tucked the stray hairs from her forehead behind her ear and said softly, "My name is Saori. I am 18 years old. I used to be a university student, but everything changed after the Wind and Thunder God Gate incident five years ago."

"The Fenglei Divine Gate Incident?"

Bai Ge's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Does the Self-Defense Forces also play the same old trick of 'Eight Directions, One World, Seven Lives, Serving the Country, Honoring the Emperor, and Taking Women for Gain,' and stage a coup during the ancestral worship ceremony?"

"No, it's haunted."

The girl said, word by word, "Tokyo is haunted."

"At first, there were only sporadic disappearances, but the number of missing persons cases in Tokyo began to increase. Then, the urban legends that circulated online became reality. The Slit-Mouthed Woman, the Eight-Foot Man, the Human-Faced Dog, the Ghost Train Station, the Snow Woman, Hanako in the Toilet—more and more people died unnatural deaths, and even the government was unable to stop the situation from escalating. The Bon Odori Festival accident happened five years ago."

"What accident?"

Saori seemed to recall some terrifying memories, and her voice began to tremble.

"A Hundred Demons Parade at Night".

"Countless demons and monsters emerged from Senso-ji Temple, slaughtering people along the bustling Nakamise Street. Many died that night, and besides Fukushima, the ghosts quickly spread throughout the country. They only appeared at night, and the spells of monks, onmyoji, and shrine maidens were utterly ineffective against these monsters. In less than six months, the entire country fell. Those who could escape fled the country by ship and plane. But no one expected that a year later, the same terrifying and inexplicable supernatural events would erupt all over the world. Survivors who had no way to escape could only hide in safe houses and eke out a living. My family and I have been hiding in Shinjuku for several years now."

Bai Ge frowned and asked, "Didn't you try to escape to a remote rural area?"

Saori shook her head. "In big cities, you only encounter urban legends that can be avoided by following certain patterns, but in remote rural areas, if you encounter demons or monsters, there is no chance of survival."

"I see."

Through Saori's words, Shiroka learns that surviving in Tokyo, a city without Sailor Moon, Inuyasha, or Saitama, is no easy feat.

Saori said softly, "I saw you collapsed on the roadside, so I thought of bringing you back."

"I see."

A checkmark appeared under the option to learn about the world's history; the next step is to escape from this eerie house.

The sickly girl in front of me, who can treat the corpses of her family members as if they were alive, is even more extreme than the monsters and demons outside.

Bai Ge stood up from the ground, the iron chains on the ground clanging with metallic sounds. He said in a deep voice, "I want to get out."

"Are you crazy?"

The girl tried to keep her voice down, but you could still sense the shock and disbelief in her tone.

"Tonight is the Blood Moon, a night of a hundred ghosts roaming. Those ghosts and monsters will be even more active than before. Going out now is tantamount to suicide."

thump.

Suddenly the door shook, and Saori's originally fair face turned deathly pale. She bit her bloodless lips and stared nervously at the door.

The steel pipe inserted into the door was bent, and impatient, irritable voices could be heard from outside.

"Inugami, do you think there are really living people hiding in this place?"

Another shrill voice rang out, "Hehehe, why would I lie to you, you minotaur? Don't you want to taste the heart and liver of a living person?"

Then came the sound of swallowing saliva, and the banging and knocking on the iron gate became more intense.

Saori gripped the kitchen knife tightly, at a loss for what to do.

"If you want to live, you'd better let me go now."

Bai Ge calmly said, "It's always better for two people to work together than for you to fight alone."

Saori struggled with her inner thoughts for a while before finally tossing the key to Shiroka.

The chains binding my hands were unlocked, and a notification sounded in my ear that the mission was complete.

Ding dong.

Phase One mission completed; items can now be used with limited privileges.

Phase Two quests are now available. Participate in the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons and become a Master.

Saori was about to speak when tentacles suddenly appeared behind her, entangling her body and covering her mouth. Bai Ge walked past her, inserted a syringe of tranquilizer into the girl's neck, and whispered, "Excuse me."

Saori felt her vision gradually blurring, and eventually she lay on the ground unconscious.

The sledgehammer smashed open the door, and a humanoid minotaur-headed monster crawled in from the outside, followed by a dog's head that was now just a skull.

This is truly a dog's head for protection.

However, the two monsters showed disappointment after stepping into the entrance hall. The guy with tentacles all over his back and the paper-doll-like ghost next to him were clearly from the same trade.

"Tch, what a disappointment. I thought it was a living person."

Bai Ge, who was chopping vegetables, turned around and said with a smile, "You two, what would you like to eat?"

"Yoshi!"

The Minotaur pushed the corpse off the chair, placed the heavy hammer beside him, and asked, "Hey, you're here to eat. This little restaurant is quite quaint."

Bai Ge made an OK sign, walked into the kitchen, closed the door, and started getting busy. A few minutes later, she came up with two plates of strange dishes.

Having not eaten a living person for several days, the ravenous minotaur disregarded everything else and grabbed the bloody mess from the plate, stuffing it into his mouth. The dog god merely sniffed around the dark, gooey substance on the plate before slowly beginning to savor it.

While wolfing down his food, the bull-headed demon frowned and asked, "The taste is not bad. What is this made of?"

Bai Ge replied with a change in expression, "Reporting to Lord Ox-Headed Demon, the pot you are eating is beef offal."

"Oh, beef offal."

Suddenly, the bull-headed demon realized something was wrong and quickly stood up. "What? Offal?"

"Yes, it's beef offal made with the internal organs of your own kind."

"Ugh~"