The candle flickered gracefully in the dim room.
By the warm flame.
Hoang Lan opened her eyes, then gently blew on the flame in front of her.
The candle on the cake went out.
Only a few wisps of white smoke lingered in the air...
Someone next to her handed her a plastic knife for cutting the cake, and she held it for a long time.
In the end, she cut a gap in the middle...
"Hoang Lan, happy birthday!"
"Happy birthday!"
"Congratulations on growing another year older!"
Listening to the wishes around her.
Hoang Lan gently nodded.
She didn't know the cake had to be cut and placed on small plates for distribution. After fumbling for a while, she directly took a piece of cream with the plastic knife and tasted it.
Sweet~
As soon as it entered her mouth, it melted on her tongue.
She couldn't help but smile beautifully...
"How is it, Hoang Lan?"
"It's delicious."
Hoang Lan nodded and carefully savored the birthday cake she had longed for.
After a long time.
She seemed to remember something.
Slowly turning to look at Hoang Tuan sitting next to her...
"Big brother."
She called Hoang Tuan.
"Hmm? What's the matter?"
Hoang Tuan responded.
Perhaps due to the cold wind blowing in from the window, he couldn't help but pull the shirt with a large tear at the chest.
Hoang Lan noticed the scars as he adjusted his shirt.
Hoang Tuan's chest was covered with dense scars...
Those wounds hadn't fully healed.
Though small.
Blood was still oozing from them, making his chest look a bit ghastly.
"You should leave."
After a moment of silence, she whispered.
Hoang Tuan looked up at the sky.
He glanced at the empty space in the distant sky.
He nodded.
"It seems I have to."
Mom put down the cake in her hands.
She got up and went to Hoang Tuan's bedroom, packed a bunch of clothes, including simple daily necessities, and placed them next to Hoang Tuan.
The uniform of "Tran Hung Dao High School".
Lying in the pile of clothes, looking pale.
“Put on more clothes, or you might catch a cold on the way.”
Mom said.
Feeling it wasn't appropriate, she went back to the room and pulled out an old classic suitcase.
After a few folds.
Neatly packed the clothes into the box...
The clock on the wall was ticking.
A family photo next to the TV.
At this moment, it was covered in light...
The smiles of the four people in the photo looked bright and happy.
Hoang Lan vaguely heard the neighbors parking their motorbikes in the yard, Uncle Lao asking Aunt Mai at the grocery store to buy a pack of cigarettes, and it seemed the neighbors were drying clothes.
It was all over.
But it also seemed to have returned.
Life had returned.
People were no longer those people...
She didn't know where these people came from, after the so-called "victims" escaped, there shouldn't be any human presence here.
Hoang Lan looked at Hoang Tuan.
She really wanted to ask, "Is this your doing?"
But the words stopped.
Because she knew Hoang Tuan wouldn't answer.
It was meaningless to ask such a question at this moment.
"Brother, he really is a strange person..."
…
Hoang Tuan changed into a complete set of clothes.
Tidied up a bit.
Standing at the door, he waved to his mom and Hoang Lan.
"Mom, little sister, I'm leaving."
"Take care."
As his left foot crossed the threshold.
Hoang Tuan's body stopped again.
He turned back, seriously asking again: “Are you really sure you don't want to leave?”
This question.
He was asking Hoang Lan.
Hoang Lan, who was completely different from their mom, she was a living person.
In fact, just like Hoang Tuan and others.
Hoang Lan herself.
Was also a "victim"...
This world.
Was not hers either.
If she wanted, Hoang Lan could actually follow Hoang Tuan, enter the rift world, and return to the real world.
But for this question.
Hoang Lan felt it was unnecessary to think.
She just lightly shook her head.
"Brother, take care on the road."
She couldn't go back.
No need to.
This was her real home, considered by everyone as the "Horror World"...
"Alright."
Hoang Tuan pulled his suitcase.
Gently closed the door.
The wind blowing through the window in the hallway lifted his black hair on his forehead.
The sound of the suitcase wheels echoed through the corridor.
From near to far.
Until Hoang Tuan's figure disappeared at the stairwell...
In front of the building.
Next to the lush trees, a man in a cap walked past Hoang Tuan with his Husky.
After passing by, he looked back and walked back with the dog.
"Hey! Hoang Tuan, where are you going with that suitcase?"
"Just on a long trip."
Hoang Tuan replied.
He glanced down at the Husky.
It still seemed unruly, jumping around, and while the two were talking, the silly dog had stuck its head out to gnaw on grass.
"Damn dog! What are you doing?!"
The man in the cap hit it twice rudely.
The dog kept barking.
The man helplessly turned back to Hoang Tuan: “I have to walk the dog first, it's full of energy and needs some exercise, feel free to visit my house sometime.”
"Sure."
"Then I'm off!" The man in the cap released the leash and left with the Husky...
On the way, there was a small resting place.
Two old men with white hair were playing chess, bragging about the great things their sons had achieved outside.
How comfortable life was.
Without saying a word along the way.
As Hoang Tuan stepped out of the apartment complex.
He couldn't help but look back at the damaged old residential building...
Both familiar and strange.
An indescribable feeling lingered in his heart.
He could even remember.
If it were morning now.
There would be a small food cart selling breakfast, selling bread and soy milk, many people going to work or school would come here for breakfast.
Standing for a moment.
Hoang Tuan turned his back, pulling his suitcase alone.
Walking towards the empty street...
His youthful back.
Fell into the sight of Hoang Lan, who was far away in front of the upper window of the apartment complex
She looked at her brother.
Tasting the sweet melting buttercream in her mouth.
Something was on her mind...
...
....
....
Hoang Tuan slowly sat up from the computer desk.
Next to the desk was a potted cactus that had been there for a long time.
Sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtain that wasn't fully closed, quietly illuminating his face.
To his right was a suitcase.
With clothes neatly packed inside...
He dazedly looked at the word "End" at the bottom of the computer screen.
It was displayed where the date and time should be.
After a while, he looked away.
“I have returned, it's been two days in the real world, right…”
He turned to one side.
Covering his eyes from the bright sunlight.
Calculating precisely.
Hoang Tuan had spent too much time on this "Dear Mother" script, if considering outside real-world time.
Exactly forty-two hours.
After stretching, Hoang Tuan looked around the somewhat empty room.
For some reason, feeling a bit bored...
Both legs had regained their disability.
He could only rely on the wheelchair to move.
Checking his body a bit.
Hoang Tuan came to a reliable conclusion.
"So, no matter how much time I spend in reality, the thing thrown into the horror world must be the real body, not the soul or anything similar."
"The restoration of my legs must also be a kind of balance mechanism in that world..."
The taste of the cake still lingered in his mouth.
Entering there was his original body.
"Based on the first experience, this wound should have healed."
Hoang Tuan thought.
He took off his clothes and glanced at his chest.
What shocked him was.
This time, it was completely different from the axe wound last time...
The ghastly scars on his chest.
Still remained...
"What's going on? Didn't the axe wound heal last time?"
Hoang Tuan reached out and touched it.
A sharp pain immediately emanated from the wound.
He couldn't help but let out an "ah".
"Could it be due to those bugs?"
Hoang Tuan thought.
His thoughts gradually turned to what he had done by the pond at "Tran Hung Dao High School"...
After all the bizarre creatures recovered and rioted.
At that time, Hoang Tuan released all the bugs from his body to fight those monsters.
Based on previous experiences from the spider woman.
He believed that these bugs must have some special ability to eat those monsters.
To “temporarily” kill the monsters.
The bugs exerted a lot of effort at that time.
All the bizarre creatures that were about to touch or almost touch Hoang Tuan's body were devoured with incredible speed by the bugs' long tongues, then swallowed...
Hoang Tuan felt he was really cool at that moment!
Unfortunately, before that, the bugs in his body had cut off the connection between the crystal ball and him, so no one else saw that scene.
Not right.
It should be said that while gnawing, until the world rift fully opened and the bizarre creatures disappeared.
Hoang Tuan felt some side effects.
After the bugs ate those monsters, he didn't know if it triggered some kind of effect, but after they returned to his chest.
They created many wounds on his chest.
Even possibly.
Hoang Tuan believed that if the rift opened any slower, and the bugs ate more.
Returning to his body could kill him...
It was a very strange feeling.
Like eating too much.
These bugs that didn't know how to feel full, would probably explode without Hoang Tuan's guidance.
At that time, Hoang Tuan understood.
It was highly possible that he and these bizarre parasitic bugs existed in a state of coexistence and death...
Originally, he thought these wounds would heal once he returned to the real world.
Would heal completely like the last time.
After discovering the wounds remained, he felt his assumption was wrong.
"What form do these bugs exist in?"
He frowned.
He really had no clues to infer about them.
These tiny bugs from "Tran Hung Dao High School" might be a completely new recognition.
It was also his fault.
At that time, he didn't pay much attention to this issue when he was still at Tran Hung Dao High School.
A black jar labeled "Finger".
It was still with him.
This was what Hoang Tuan and Le Na had obtained in the principal's office.
To study this matter carefully, Hoang Tuan decided to temporarily keep the jar, taking it out as a research sample for future investigation clues.
"Alright, after experiencing this script, my identity should have changed."
Hoang Tuan put aside other matters, no longer thinking about them.
After taking a deep breath.
He opened his personal board...
【Name: Hoang Tuan】
【Identity: Supporting Character (Golden)】
【Description: Fate Playwright】
【Items: A cursed self-tormenting axe, twenty-four parasitic bizarre bugs; a black jar labeled "finger", a gluttonous fish, an iron plate that dislikes anything coming close, a gourd with no sense of existence】
【Talent: Modify, God's Vision】
"So after doing so many things, I've become a Golden Supporting Character..."
Hoang Tuan rested his chin on his hand.
Carefully scanned his simple personal board from top to bottom.
The character description changed from "Goat Eater" to "Fate Playwright".
Hoang Tuan couldn't say whether this was good or bad, he could only temporarily understand it as the board randomly giving him a title.
As far as he could see.
Besides looking.
It wasn't very useful...
"But the title 'Fate Playwright' isn't bad either."
Hoang Tuan casually praised.
Then his eyes stopped at the gluttonous fish...
"Gluttonous fish? Is this what it means?"
Seeing this item appear.
He took a small wooden object from his pocket.
This thing looked like a small fish, at first glance, it resembled a small keychain accessory, nothing special.
Except the patterns on it were a bit strange.
It felt similar to trinkets he could find in any jewelry store...
This small wooden fish was the equipment that appeared after the big fish in the pond was affected by Duong Khanh Vi's two cursed sources, causing a big explosion.
Although Hoang Tuan didn't find it useful.
But after the event, he felt it could be conveniently picked up.
Similarly.
Duong Khanh Vi's two cursed sources were eventually spat out...
“The big fish was only affected, not disappeared, but sank back into the pond. This thing shouldn't be a cursed source.”
Hoang Tuan turned the small fish in his hand for a while.
Still found nothing strange.
“But anything recorded on the board must be a cursed source.”
"Gluttonous? Does it mean it's similar to those bugs?"
Playing with it for a while.
He still felt puzzled.
This kind of thoughtless speculation was the hardest to get a certain result.
Hoang Tuan could only treat it like the black jar.
First, keep it with him.
Thinking maybe he could discover its function in the future...
Scrolling to the last section.
The content basically didn't need explanation.
Hoang Tuan didn't need to think to know the so-called talent column referred to his script-modifying ability.
"Wonder if others have talents..."
He leaned back in the wheelchair and pondered.
In the meantime.
The long-lost mobile phone rang.
It was a notification that a message had been sent.
Hoang Tuan unlocked the phone screen, clicked on the message content.
It was sent by Le Hoa Phat...
"Hoang Tuan, my mind is all messed up, I seem to need your help, are you available now?"