I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

Drip.

In the cold bathroom, the sound of dripping water echoed. Qin Nuo, wearing black and white canvas shoes, stepped on the damp floor.

He glanced at the dark corner of the dead end, then moved to the sink to wash his hands.

"The cat-and-mouse identity in game mode isn't strictly defined. As long as you conceal the player's identity, no one knows if you're the rat or the cat."

"As long as your aura is strong enough, then you're the cat."

This wasn't Qin Nuo's conclusion, but what the top-ranked player had proven to him.

Qin Nuo shook the water off his hands, looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled slightly, "If I had known the game had such high freedom, why did I work so hard?"

As he spoke, Qin Nuo took out a mask.

The mask was surrounded by a dark purple ghost aura, crafted with exquisite detail. The artwork on its surface carried a rebellious malice, like a demon's face, laughing maniacally, incredibly lifelike.

Holding it, the moment he met its gaze, an inexplicable fear arose in his heart, making him instinctively want to throw it away.

The Wraith Mask.

Also a ghost creature from a platinum chest, whether ghost or human, the moment the mask touches the face, a dense ghost aura will cover the entire body. The eyes beneath the mask will be filled with hatred, violence, and other negative emotions due to the mask's influence.

No matter how gentle and kind a person is, wearing this eerie mask will infinitely amplify the deepest negative emotions, revealing the most evil side to the world.

Holding the mask, Qin Nuo hesitated a bit, unsure of what he would become after putting it on.

Would he still be himself?

He didn't consider himself a saint, but he wasn't a heinous villain either.

However, self-assessment is always vague; only by looking from a third perspective can one see clearly. This mask in his hand was that third perspective.

"Let's see what I become when I turn dark."

"Maybe after turning dark, I'll fit Li Xiaoming's twisted image even better?"

With this thought, Qin Nuo stopped hesitating and placed the back of the mask on his face.

The moment the skin touched it, the Wraith Mask seemed stimulated, and Qin Nuo clearly felt a slight tremor.

Black lines grew around the mask, piercing sharply into the surrounding face.

As Qin Nuo felt the pain, the Wraith Mask suddenly adhered to his face, and a strong sense of dizziness attacked his mind.

Gripping the edge of the sink, Qin Nuo steadied himself, using his willpower to resist the dizziness.

As time passed, changes began to occur within Qin Nuo.

World-weariness, irritability, anger, and other negative emotions surged in his heart, filling his eyes with bloodshot veins.

Qin Nuo could feel these changes, but he couldn't stop them, like being injected with a stimulant, his body instinctively excited, uncontrollable.

He knew he was conscious, but his emotions were completely controlled by the mask.

His chest heaved violently, hot breaths escaping his mouth and nose, like a raging beast.

He didn't know how long it took,

Qin Nuo raised his head again, looking at himself in the mirror, and was startled.

At this moment, he was far more terrifying than a ghost, the kind that could instantly chill one's spine, all stemming from the mask on his face.

Bang!

Qin Nuo smashed the mirror with a punch, the pain in his knuckles instead stimulating his body and mind, bringing a certain pleasure.

"Now I finally understand what a twisted psychopath feels like inside."

Everything around him became dull and boring.

Violence, blood, pain—these nerve-stimulating things were what he craved most now.

"Ding, detecting that the player's current psychology matches the inner state of the role, gaining 15% role-playing degree!"

"Just by wearing a mask, I got 15%, which is even higher than some role-playing tasks."

With strong willpower, Qin Nuo controlled his inner negative emotions, still able to calmly think despite being on the edge of losing control. Once stimulated by the outside world, this willpower could collapse instantly.

Qin Nuo took a few steps back, viewing himself in the mirror from a more comprehensive perspective.

Now, no one could associate him with Li Xiaoming, even though his body, hair, and clothes hadn't changed, the terrifying aura completely overshadowed those similarities.

"Looks just like a major villain, but I must say, it's quite dashing."

Qin Nuo sincerely evaluated, some people are naturally drawn to protagonists, but he was naturally drawn to villains.

No one is born lucky; most live a life of hardship, which is more common among villains, a reason Qin Nuo liked them.

Creak—

At this moment, he heard some noise.

The last stall in the bathroom suddenly opened.

A little ghost hid inside, thinking he was perfectly concealed. The sudden opening of the bathroom door made him very annoyed.

He looked up abruptly, about to get angry, but saw an extremely terrifying mask. Beneath the mask, a pair of bloodshot eyes seemed bloodthirsty, sparking endless imagination.

The curse stuck in the little ghost's throat was swallowed down, turning into a weak voice, "This is my hiding place..."

Qin Nuo continued to look at him coldly.

The little ghost shivered all over, even though Qin Nuo made no move, he felt as if his body was being brutally torn apart.

His voice trembled noticeably, "Are you... the cat or the rat?"

Qin Nuo's answer was just two words, "You guess."

The little ghost swallowed, one hand holding his head, the other taking out two candies from his crumpled pocket, pleading, "Don't punish me, I have candy."

Qin Nuo's terrifying aura had already convinced the little ghost that he was the cat, quickly offering the candy.

Qin Nuo took the candy, only one pitiful piece, but even a little was meat. He spoke coldly, "Go, next time we meet, I hope you still have candy."

The little ghost dashed away in a flash.

Because it was a festival, he wanted to be mischievous, but Qin Nuo was too frightening, so he pulled up his pants and ran, not daring to linger.

Putting the candy in his pocket, Qin Nuo under the mask revealed a sly smile, "Now, the real cat is on the prowl."

At that moment, several shadows appeared at the bathroom door.

A few delinquent students, holding weapons for a fight, stared sinisterly into the bathroom.

"Li Xiaoming is in the bathroom, boss, let's go in now."

A tall student, holding a spiked club with bloody flesh hanging from the spikes, spoke.

"According to Li Xiaodong, just knock out his teeth and cut off his tongue."

The students nodded, excitement curling their lips, unable to contain their itchy hands.

One student looked around, scratching his head, "Why isn't that pockmarked ugly girl out this time? Isn't she Li Xiaoming's protector?"

"Probably beaten into submission, even a madwoman fears death!"

The repeat delinquent students laughed heartily, the tall leader taking a deep breath, throwing his cigarette to the ground, and stomping it out.

"Let's go, teach that kid a lesson!"

The students, armed, quickly stormed into the dimly lit bathroom, kicking open every stall, searching everywhere, but found no trace of Li Xiaoming.

"Strange, we clearly saw him come in here!"

"Did he run through the walls?"

The delinquent students were puzzled.

Bang!

Just then, the door at the entrance suddenly closed.

A figure appeared there.

The delinquent students froze, then their faces lit up with joy, shouting, "Found him, get him!"

They brandished their weapons, ready to charge, but immediately stopped in their tracks.

The leader spread his arms, stopping his followers, looking confusedly at the shadow.

The shadow stepped forward, the limited light revealing a terrifying mask.

"Not Li Xiaoming, who are you?" the students asked, intimidated by the mask, raising their voices to assert their presence.

"Do you have candy?"

The figure asked calmly, only this question.

Hearing this, the delinquent students were momentarily stunned, then realized.

"Teacher?"

They had clearly seen Li Xiaoming enter, how did it turn into a teacher?

"Do you have candy?"

Qin Nuo repeated the question, his bloodshot eyes growing more intense.

It wasn't that he was deliberately scaring them, but his inner negative emotions were becoming increasingly strong, barely suppressible.

"Damn, we were so focused on finding Li Xiaoming, we forgot to bring candy."

"No worries, a little punishment, what's there to fear?"

The students believed the figure was the cat, whispering among themselves.

The tall leader retained some defiance, disdainfully saying, "Teacher, we're not playing this game."

"No candy, then accept punishment."

Qin Nuo's voice was hoarse.

The tall leader was displeased, disdainfully saying, "We said we're not playing, even the head teacher can't control us, who do you think you are?"

"Yeah, we're delinquent students, we're supposed to be rebellious, why should we listen to him?"

With the leader taking the lead, the delinquent students became defiant, in their rebellious phase, fearing nothing, not even the king of heaven.

"I... I have a candy."

Ironically, one student chickened out, taking out a candy, glancing at Qin Nuo, then sheepishly at his companions.

His companions immediately sneered, flipping him off, mocking him.

The student hung his head, humiliated beyond measure.

The negative emotion-filled Qin Nuo was eager for their defiance, hearing this made his excitement uncontrollable, a smile involuntarily curling his lips.

"Didn't your family teach you to respect teachers?"

"If they didn't, then let the teacher teach you, don't be afraid, teachers have always used violence to convince people! This method of education works every time!"

As he spoke, a bone-crushing hammer and human bone nails appeared in his hands.

The moment he finished speaking, Qin Nuo no longer suppressed his inner negative emotions, releasing them freely, he was truly pent up.

Just when he needed to vent, these students were a great help!

As Qin Nuo charged, the tall leader snorted coldly, decisively swinging his spiked club.

The next second, the result was that the spiked club was easily shattered by a hand, a blood-stained hammer swinging hard at his head.

With a thud, the tall leader's skull cracked open, blood splattering, toppling him to the ground.

The other delinquent students hadn't reacted when two long human bone nails pierced their eyeballs, penetrating the back of their skulls.

These physical injuries, for those who were no longer human, were like a tickle.

But the terrifying ghost power of the human bone nails made the fallen students scream miserably, black smoke billowing from their wounds.

The tall leader with the cracked skull, clutching his head, also screamed miserably.

The remaining two delinquent students were finally scared, trying to flee, but Qin Nuo blocked the exit first.

"Teacher, we know we're wrong, please spare us, we won't dare again!"

Qin Nuo's eyes were now completely blood-red, his aura like he had crawled out of a pile of corpses.

Beneath the terrifying mask, a chilling, maniacal laughter emerged.

Was there any semblance of a teacher?

"What are you saying, today is your holiday, play the game happily."

"In games, there are winners and losers. If you lose, you must accept punishment, understand?"

"Besides, is my punishment really that scary?"

The student in front was about to cry, shouting to complain to his parents, but before he could finish, his head was slapped off, a fountain of blood following.

"Children's Day is for smiling, why cry?"

The remaining two students were petrified.

Sitting paralyzed on the ground, their legs too weak to stand.

Tired of swinging the bone-crushing hammer, Qin Nuo put it away, taking out a chainsaw instead.

Pulling the cord, the chainsaw's roar echoed in the bathroom.

Qin Nuo, holding the chainsaw, laughed maniacally, stepping towards the two students, resembling a chainsaw-wielding killer from a movie.

The two students, scooting back on their butts, pleaded for mercy.

However, it was futile. Amidst screams, laughter, and the chainsaw's noise, it continued for a full five minutes before quieting down.

Looking at the scene, it was a bloody hell.

The blood-red chainsaw was discarded, its roar silenced.

Qin Nuo exhaled deeply, walking towards the last student standing in the pool of blood.

He stood there, seemingly numb with fear, motionless.

Qin Nuo approached, taking the candy from his hand.

The bloodshot eyes beneath the Wraith Mask gradually faded, squinting slightly, he smiled and said, "Happy Children's Day, student."

With that, Qin Nuo packed up his things and left the bathroom that had become a hell.

After an unknown period, the student who narrowly avoided punishment finally reacted, trembling as he spoke, "Thank you... teacher..."

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