Chapter 1 — Becoming One with the Devil

When I entered the horror game, I had just turned nine months old. While the other players were running away screaming, I was crawling around on the ground looking for a pacifier. When the strange mother opened the door, I rushed forward and hugged her calf tightly, babbling: "Ma—— ma——" She hated it and used two fingers to pick me up to pick it up: "The food this time... is this small?" But she didn't throw me away, but instead gave me to her evil brother. Later, when my evil father finished killing people, I crawled onto his lap and used my tiny hand to wipe the blood from his face. On the day all the players on the team were wiped out, I was lifted up high and played with by a whole family of ghosts. When the game ended and I was about to teleport the player away, my evil brother bit my finger, infusing it with demonic energy. The system judged me "Infected" and could not return. Since then, in the horror game there has been a strange little devil who is loved to the heavens by the whole family. The new players were busy looking for survival rules, but I was only worried about finding a milk bottle. When Lam Niem was thrown into the game, she was just nine months old and still could not speak. The little girl lay crawling on the cold ground, blinking her eyes. In front is a giant black iron door, carved with winding and twisted vines patterns on the door. Through the crack in the door, a bit of warm yellow light crept out. Standing in front of the iron door were eight people, five men and three women, ranging in age from their mid-twenties to over forties. At this moment, they were all staring at the newborn baby on the ground. "What's the situation?" A young girl with a high ponytail spoke up to break the silence, "This game... even allows babies to play?" The man in a checkered shirt standing next pushed his glasses: "It's impossible. I've checked all public documents, the minimum age limit for players in horror games is eighteen years old. I've never heard of any cases of minors entering." "So where did this baby come from?" ”Or NPC?” A chubby short guy rubbed his arms with goosebumps, "You gave an NPC a newborn baby just at the beginning? What underworld operation is this..." Before the words were finished, a semi-transparent light screen appeared in front of the eight people. 【Welcome to the Horror Game】 【Current scenario: Sweet Family】 【Difficulty: Hell】 【Number of survivors: 9】 【Clearance conditions: Survive in “Sweet Family” 48 hours】 ” Nine people?” The girl with the ponytail counted again, "There are eight of us... plus that kid, that's nine. He's a real player." All were silent. Lam Niem was still lying on the ground, completely unaware of everything around him. The girl stared at her finger for a few seconds, then stuck her thumb in her mouth and sucked the tip. ” It's really… just a newborn.” A guy wearing a leather jacket squatted down, trying to see Lam Niem's face clearly, "Probably only a few months old? How can we play like this? I can't even crawl." "Is the game crashed?" The checkered shirt guy frowned, "Or is this a new trap? For example, deliberately arranging a newborn so that we are distracted from taking care of it, and then..." "And then what?" The ponytail girl's voice wasn't very good, "Then we'll all turn into saints and be killed by monsters, right? You're thinking too much." then brother. In this Hell-level copy, everyone has to worry about each other." What she said wasn't wrong. The eight people looked at each other, everyone's eyes contained extreme coldness and vigilance. In the horror game there are no rules, only benefits. Protecting a newborn? Are you kidding? I still don't know whether I can survive or not. "It won't last more than ten minutes." The leather jacket guy stood up, brushing the dust off his knees, "The copy hint has already said, 'Sweet family'. In family-themed copies like this, the monsters are usually one family: father, mother, children, etc. Newborns appearing in a place like this… hehe.” No one refuted him. Lam Niem was still sucking her hand, her drool was running down and wetting her little hand. Suddenly, the iron door made a "squeak" sound and opened. Behind the door is a woman. She wore a floral dress, a white apron, her hair loosely tied in a bun, and a gentle smile on her lips. She looked exactly like an ordinary housewife, in her thirties, with a gentle face, one could even say beautiful. But all eight players simultaneously took a step back. Because there were dark red stains on her apron. It wasn't blood splatter, it was soaked blood. It was like using that apron to wipe something, wiping it over and over again, wiping it until the fabric was so full of blood that it could never be cleaned again. "Hey, there's a guest here." The woman smiled and clapped her hands, "Come in, it's cold out here." Her tone was enthusiastic and friendly, as if welcoming relatives from far away. But no one dared to move. She was in no hurry, just stood behind the door, smiling and looking at them. That smile was like a mask glued to my face, never changing. Just as this strange struggle was happening, Lam Niem moved. The little girl didn't know when she turned over, her little butt sticking up, dragging herself forward little by little. The crawling speed is not fast, the legs are wobbly, there is no strength in the knees, relying entirely on two tiny arms to push. ”Hey!” The ponytailed girl instinctively tried to reach out to stop her, "Don't..." But Lam Niem crawled close to the woman's feet. The little girl raised her tiny head, her round, chubby face looking up at the woman who was looking down at her. She bowed her head, her smile remained the same, but her eyes narrowed slightly. The next second, Lam Niem stretched out his chubby hands and hugged her calves. "Ma—— ma——" The girl's pronunciation was not clear, her tongue was not yet slurred properly, but that word "mother" was heard and understood by everyone present. The air seemed to freeze. The checkered shirt guy's face turned pale: "Scattering rice..."