Chapter 2 — Wish Game

3Dragned into a horror game before, I was the female lead in a po story book. Every day, as soon as I open my eyes, I'm with handsome brothers, "brothers, sisters". I am truly trash. Don't expect me to suddenly think of a way to escape, there's no way. I only know the speed of light and "give up and wait to die". Destined to die in this supplement. Then before I die, I must make my biggest wish in life - I want to turn this world into a great one! carefully! hospital! Black or white, it doesn't matter, give it all to me and turn it into gold! Furthermore, the BOSS in front of him, although his face was covered in black mist, could not be seen clearly. But from her broad shoulders, slim waist, long legs, small body and deep, magnetic voice. I knew with just one glance that this was a top quality. "Handsome and muscular" makes a coward like me brave. I blurted out: "I choose: shortness of breath, weak legs, blurred pupils, pounding heart... until I die." BOSS: "？" I added: "Ah yes, it must come directly from you." BOSS paused, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard. I saw the black mist around him stop completely. The air freezes. A long while. He slowly took a step back. 4I waited in bewilderment. Nor did I hear the BOSS say the formula "As you wish". On the contrary, the system pops up a notification: 【Premise mission: “Praying” has been completed.】 【Now, follow the BOSS into the villa.】 【Main mission: Survive in the villa for 3 days.】 【Side missions will randomly arise within 3 days.】 【Each time you complete a mission, you will be allowed to wish again. BOSS.】 【Only the person who makes the right wish can live to the end!】 It was already night when we arrived at the villa. Just walked into the living room. I saw a neat row of photos hanging on the wall. In the photo are each player present here. Below each photo, their wish is clearly written: 【No illness, no trouble, peace and stability but old age and death.】 Only the words below my photo were erased by a black pen. All eyes turned to me. The middle-aged man - Mr. Ly - opened his mouth first: "To be honest, you just didn't seem to share a wish with us. Instead, you hid in a corner and secretly made a private wish. Little girl, what is the way you choose to die?" I haven't been able to answer yet. BOSS suddenly interjected: "It's forbidden to ask other players' wishes." For some reason, I heard some tension in his voice. The other players saw this and immediately stopped pressing. There was only a gloating look left: "I wish I was blacked out, it's clearly the BOSS's attention. Looking at this, I probably won't last the night." "What an idiot, even though I had a lesson ready to be copied, I still tried to commit suicide." "It's better if my rotten teammates leave early, don't drag us down."I don't know when, I was separated from the whole team. Even when sharing rooms, they hugged each other tightly, taking up all the good rooms. Leaving me only the smallest, dirtiest maid's room. "Protesting is useless. Anyway, you won't be able to live until tonight. You can't sleep anywhere." Old Ly smiled sarcastically before closing the door. The large living room was empty, just me and the BOSS. Looking at the BOSS slowly drifting away, I quickly called out: "Wait! I refuse to sleep in the maid's room!" I ran after him, smiling coyly: "In this villa, you probably have your own room, right? Can we share the bed?" BOSS said nothing, just accelerated away. I was impatient: "I said you would make my wish? Shortness of breath, soft legs, blurred pupils, pounding heart..." "I haven't agreed yet."BOSS interrupted, his voice low. I was angry: "This supplement is called 'Vows'? You said you would fulfill all the players' wishes? Why are you discriminating against me? I will sue the central government! I will sue the central government!" BOSS is silent. After a moment, he sighed: "...I know, follow me in." Through several winding hallways, we entered a large, luxurious room. I jumped into the big soft bed in the middle

room, stretched out and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm so tired." With my legs crossed, I pouted: "Please rub my feet." BOSS glanced at me coldly and did not respond. I still didn't let go and continued to bother: "Hey, what's your name? Calling BOSS over and over is boring." He avoided it as much as possible: "That has nothing to do with you.