Surviving as a Crazy Evil Spirit in a Horror Game Chapter 1

You’ve used 〈Possession〉 on Evan Martinez. 

 

It was the first time I tried to possess a person since I became an evil spirit.

 

It was the reason for offering a human to the killer. 

 

“Evieen.”

 

An eerie, familiar voice called out to me. 

 

“Evieen Montrose. Where are you?”

 

“Mm, Basileon! I’m right here!”

 

“…You were there?”

 

The subtle madness that you can feel every time they speak.

 

‘Crazy brat.’

 

I emerged from the shadows, and for some reason I could see his expression gradually hardening.

 

“Why, why are you doing this?”

 

“…Come out.”

 

I immediately understood what he meant and released the possession.

 

As the possession was released, the unconscious human collapsed to the floor.

 

Swish—.

 

He drew his sword without hesitation toward the human.

 

Basileon Ravenwood. That vicious murderer’s name.

 

Black curly hair, a crimson left eye reminiscent of blood drops. Beneath his pale skin, his sharp gaze gleamed coldly.

 

“…I told you not to possess human men.”

 

“Huh?”

 

‘Excuse me, but I don’t recall ever hearing such a thing.’

 

…It seems the murderer is obsessed with me. 

 

I’m Evien Montrose—the cute little evil spirit who has to help that eerie murderer. 

 

Ah. Actually, I’m not cute at all—I’m a ‘crazy spirit,’ much like him. 

 

*   *   *

 

〈The Curse of the Ravenwood Family〉.

 

The name of this survival escape horror game.

 

It was a game where the goal was to escape beyond the duchy while avoiding the main villain of the story, the insane murderer Basileon Ravenwood. 

 

As a long-time veteran of this horror game, I was able to clear the newly updated mode with ease…

 

Was it a mistake that I cleared it so quickly with my outstanding gaming skills?

 

10… 9… 8… 7… 6….

 

The game had clearly ended, yet numbers began counting down on the screen—and then I lost consciousness.

 

And when I opened my eyes, I was inside the game.

 

I used to enjoy reading possession stories, but who would have thought I’d actually end up possessed inside a game!

 

And to make matters worse, it was into a wretched evil spirit—one with disheveled hair, a body covered in blood, and dressed in tattered purple clothes.

 

On top of that, the evil spirit had the mental age of a child and was a mischievous psychopath.

 

“Hehe. It’s me. I hid your favorite oil lamp! You won’t be able to see a thing, but do you want to try finding it?”

 

“Pfft. Look at that shocked face of yours. Right now you look like squashed dough! Uhihi!”

 

“Mm… are you hiding in the wardrobe right now? Then you’re just perfect for me to tickle! Hahaha!”

 

…A psycho who goes around spouting lines like this.

 

If I’d known it would turn out like this, I should’ve just stuck to playing healing farming games.

 

I thought even an aspiring actor would have a hard time imitating that psycho-like way of speaking.

 

Was it because I had lived in Korean society, suppressing my instincts and keeping a low profile?

 

The eighth-grader syndrome and attention-seeking side that had been hiding inside me came out, so imitating the evil spirit wasn’t all that difficult. 

 

“Nice. Hehe—die, you ugly human!”

 

“Kyahaha! You gonna hit me with that? Go on—hit me! Hit me!”

 

The only thing I couldn’t get used to was being an evil spirit—flying through the air and unable to touch anything.

 

Anyway, after possessing the evil spirit, I would instill fear into the survivors and then hand them over to Basileon.

 

I thought that, to match the role of a wicked spirit, I had to help the main villain Basileon in order to escape the game.

 

In the end, with my help, Basileon was able to eliminate all the survivors quickly.

 

! All players have been eliminated.

 

GAME OVER

 

! Returning to the starting point.

 

But the moment ‘Game Over’ appeared, I was thrown right back to the opening scene. A curse slipped out of my mouth.

 

After that, unable to believe this reality, I kept faithfully playing the role of the evil spirit—but the result was always the same.

 

After repeating that a few times, I came to realize something…

 

No matter how much I acted like an evil spirit, could it be that the only way to see the ending is to try something different? 

 

In other words, in the complete opposite direction from what I’ve been doing so far. 

 

Up until now I’ve been helping Basileon—so this time, maybe I should try helping the survivors instead.

 

As that plausible thought crossed my mind, that damnable status window appeared before my eyes.

 

! Returning to the starting point.

 

‘Oh my…’

 

Without even a moment to prepare myself, I was thrown into hell again. 

 

*   *   *

 

“Why hasn’t the Duke of Ravenwood shown himself?”

 

Beneath a luxurious chandelier, a noble furrowed his brow and began to voice his complaints. 

 

“Could something be wrong? I mean, with so many people gathered here.” 

 

As time passed, the expressions of the guests invited to the Duke’s birthday banquet grew increasingly dark. 

 

“The Head of the Family has prepared a special gift for you all. Please wait just a little longer.” 

 

The butler had been repeating the same words like an automatic responder for an hour.

 

‘Please stop…’

 

Having gone through repeated playthroughs, all of this dialogue sounded incredibly tedious to me.

 

“At last, I thought I’d finally see the head of the Ravenwood family—but as expected, I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up.” 

 

Among them, a bald noble couldn’t contain his anger and sprang up from his seat. 

 

“If you don’t want to be treated like this, you’d better leave quickly.”

 

He turned to the others and advised them.

 

He then strode towards the entrance to leave the banquet hall.

 

Servants rushed out and blocked the bald man’s path.

 

“What on earth are you doing?”

 

“…You cannot leave this place without the Head of the Family’s permission.”  

 

The bald man’s face flushed red and blue.

 

“Permission? Are you out of your mind? Who are you telling that they can’t leave right now! Move!”

 

He shoved the servants aside and tried to force his way out.

 

But…

 

Thud—.

 

He was sent crashing through the servants and ended up sprawling on the floor.

 

“Uh… what?”

 

The fallen bald noble looked up.

 

Basileon’s crimson eyes glared at him fearfully, surrounded by the ghostly servants. 

 

“H, hic…” 

 

Basileon tore his gaze away from the bald noble and walked into the banquet hall. 

 

For reference, that bald noble is just an extra—the first one Basileon kills.

 

This time, since I decided to help the survivors, I had to save the bald noble first.

 

‘Is that even possible with an evil spirit’s body…?’

 

Thrown back to the starting point before I even had time to prepare myself, I couldn’t think straight at all.

 

For now, I quietly approached the bald noble and whispered, sneaking past Basileon. 

 

“Hey! That Duke is about to kill you. Hide, right now!”

 

“A, a ghost is talking…” 

 

But there was no way he would take my words seriously.

 

“…Nice to meet you. I am Basileon Blair von Liam Ravenwood.”

 

As always, Basileon repeated the same line.

 

“To all of you who have visited Ravenwood Manor, I have prepared a small gift as a token of my gratitude.”

 

Slash—.

 

Basileon’s blood-red eyes blazed with murderous intent. He finally drew his main weapon, the flamberge.

 

A twisted blade like a curling wave, a crazy sword that even spews fire!

 

For reference, when he says ‘I have prepared a small gift,’ it actually means he’s going to kill everyone.

 

The bald noble still ignored my words and sat there in a daze.

 

“You have to move! I told you you would die!”

 

“U, ugh! Get out of here!” 

 

But the more I spoke, the worse the situation became. After all, I was an enormous, terrifying evil spirit covered in blood.

 

“Skip the next line. I said you’re going to die, didn’t I? I already know what you’re going to say. You’re going to beg the Duke to spare you, right?”

 

“P, please spare me!” 

 

I tried to stop the bald nobleman, but it was too late.

 

He had already jumped right in front of Basileon.

 

“Damn it, idiot!”

 

“Duke Ravenwood. Please, let me get out of here…”

 

This is bad. That bald noble—this is the moment he’s supposed to die!

 

“No!”

 

Just as Basileon raised his sword, I spread my arms and closed my eyes, as if protecting the bald man.

 

I’m a transparent, untouchable evil spirit, so it won’t do any good—but I have to try something, at least.

 

“Please…!”

 

“…”

 

Huh? But… the sound of the sword being swung?

 

I can’t hear it.

 

The ‘splash’ of blood that always echoed at this exact moment? 

 

As expected, I can’t hear it.

 

When I squinted, I saw Basileon, who had stopped mid-swing with his flamberge. 

 

His eyebrows twitched, as if he didn’t like something.

 

‘It’s working!’

 

First, I hastily squeezed out some tears. I had a feeling my emotional plea would be effective, if that makes sense?

 

“Stop it.”

 

Strange as it sounds, surprisingly, even an evil spirit can cry. 

 

“Basileon… I’m scared… sniff…”

 

“…”

 

I cried and cried.

 

Considering the evil spirit’s young mental age, suddenly crying isn’t that strange after all.

 

Thud—.

 

A few minutes passed. Basileon lowered his Flamberge and threw it to the ground.

 

I looked up and saw Basileon’s expression.

 

Strangely, his face was both sad and angry.