Surviving as a Crazy Evil Spirit in a Horror Game Chapter 61

Evan brought up something a little unexpected.

 

“The slow and weird way of speaking is all a show. Look at that, finding the key faster than anyone else too. I’ve felt like he’s gotten smarter since a while ago.” 

 

“But if that’s true, it doesn’t make sense. If he’s connected to the Evil God, wouldn’t he try to delay the game as much as possible? He’d have no reason to get the key so quickly.” 

 

“He definitely has an ulterior motive.”

 

Havel, happy about finding the key, took out the emergency rations he had stocked up in his pocket and was eating them.

 

‘That guy…’

 

I observed Mary and Lilith standing next to Havel. Even though they all seemed to be just smiling, a subtle atmosphere could be felt. Lilith was hiding her expression so well that it was impossible to know what she was thinking. And Mary was still in a dazed state since being rescued from among the piles of skeletons last time.

 

“Why on earth is Mary claiming that she’s the culprit who pushed Lilith?” 

 

“That’s what I’m most curious about too. Even when asked, she insisted until the end that she was the one who pushed her.”

 

I thought I would have to follow the survivors around and keep an eye on their actions for the time being.

 

‘However… I shouldn’t completely trust Evan either.’

 

Evan was still watching Havel. A transmigrator like me. A person from the same world. He and I had various things in common, and it was true that I had many mixed feelings whenever I saw Evan. But at least when it comes to matters related to the evil god, I needed to approach it rationally, not emotionally.

 

‘Just because he came from the same world as me doesn’t mean I can conclude he has no connection to the Evil God. Nothing is certain yet.’

 

It was when I was deep in thought.

 

“Evan? What are you doing there!”

 

Lilith called Evan from afar. Since I was standing in a blind spot, I wasn’t visible to them. 

 

“I’m coming, Lilith.” 

 

“…Go on. I don’t want to show myself in front of the survivors right now.” 

 

“Yeah. See you later then, Eve.”

 

Evan emphasized ‘Eve’ and suddenly whispered in my ear.

 

“…What?” 

 

“Actually, I’ve wanted to try calling you that since last time.” 

 

“….”

 

Evan ran away somewhere else before I could even retort.

 

‘Basileon wouldn’t sit still if he called me that.’

 

Did he think he had gotten much closer to me?

 

‘He’s unstoppable.’

 

Watching Evan run away playfully, I also let out a chuckle.

 

*   *   *

 

Creak—. The place Basileon visited was his sister’s room, preserved exactly as it was in the past. On one wall of the room hung a portrait capturing the affectionate appearance of him and his sister.

 

‘….’

 

The two people in the portrait had curly black hair. Their sparkling red eyes also indicated that they were blood siblings. Of course, even in the portrait, Basileon was covering one eye with his hair. A portrait his sister had cherished. The missed face he could never see again after she disappeared upon being taken by the evil god. Basileon quietly closed his eyes in this silent, empty space.

 

“Basileon. It’s suffocating to just stay inside the castle. Let’s play outside. Hm?” 

 

“But… if I am hit by the cold wind, I will suffer from a fever.” 

 

“You just need to bundle up when you go out. Don’t worry.” 

 

“Still, if I catch a fever, Father will again…” 

 

“If you only stay indoors, you will become more frail. Then you’ll catch illnesses easily, is that what you want?” 

 

“….”

 

When he closed his eyes, the past he shared with her came back in a blur. Basileon opened his eyes again and captured the image of his sister in the portrait in his eyes.

 

‘If I had been beaten to death by Father in the first place, Sister wouldn’t have had to return. If I hadn’t been there. …If so, she could have left this place and lived happily. Taking my share too.’

 

Basileon kept his head bowed for a long time, falling into deep contemplation. In fact, it wasn’t good to be buried in negative thoughts. He knew that too. Nevertheless, missing his one and only family was something that couldn’t be helped. The moment he thought so.

 

“Why did you come here?”

 

It was his sister’s voice. Basileon, who opened his eyes with a start, hastily looked back. Chera Ravenwood, exactly as she appeared in the portrait. She revealed herself before him.

 

“….”

 

However, Basileon merely stared at the entity before him with a cold, indifferent gaze. 

 

“Basileon. Aren’t you glad to see me?”

 

At that single remark, Basileon blatantly revealed his hostility. However, perhaps unable to bring himself to speak while looking at her, he quietly closed his eyes.

 

“If you ever appear before me in that form again…” 

 

“If I appear?”

 

Chera approached Basileon in the blink of an eye and grabbed his chin.

 

“What are you going to do?”

 

Despite the opponent’s provocation, Basileon did not waver an inch. At that sight, Chera twisted the corners of her mouth, expressing her displeasure.

 

“…You are supposed to be gripped by despair all day. So why.”

 

She violently shoved Basileon backward while still gripping his chin. It was an incredible sheer strength to be considered the power of a small, fragile girl. Basileon, who crashed into the wall, didn’t make a single sound. He slowly stood up from his spot with his eyes closed, just like earlier. And nonchalantly brushed the dust off his clothes. Such action made the opponent’s nerves even more on edge.

 

“How dare a thing like you.”

 

Chera cornered Basileon to one side of the room. Along with that, Basileon, noticing a certain change, quietly opened his eyes. Chera had definitely been right in front of his eyes until just now, but the moment he opened his eyes, she had already disappeared. Instead, what appeared before him was a middle-aged man. A man with the exact same black hair and red eyes as Basileon. His face was full of cynicism without the slightest bit of warmth.

 

“The more you act like that, the more you will never be able to escape from hell forever.”

 

Basileon leisurely raised one corner of his mouth.

 

“Well… I’m getting a little tired of the exact same pattern every time.”

 

The middle-aged man, Karus Ravenwood, couldn’t stand Basileon’s attitude of looking down on him, and his fingertips trembled. He clenched his fist tight and raised it high. One-sided violence continued for some time. Yet, Basileon didn’t look the least bit pained.

 

“Sacrifice humans.” 

 

“And if I refuse?”

 

“….”

 

Karus overpowered Basileon again. And placed his hand on his forehead.

 

“If you refuse, you have no choice but to die.”

 

Even at such a threat, Basileon’s eyes did not waver an inch. Karus couldn’t stand that attitude. So he killed him, carrying his emotions. Even though it wasn’t reality, the pain of death was exactly like reality. Soon, Basileon reappeared in one corner of the room. His expression couldn’t be seen, but he stumbled a little.

 

“As long as you were born human, it will be hard to overcome the pain of death.”

 

Basileon had to repeatedly go through the process of meeting death and coming back to life for a while. It was a vicious and painful ordeal with no end in sight. The resurrected Basileon would often stumble and fall. And he died yet again. Karus grabbed Basileon’s face.

 

“If no one else dies, you die. No matter how used to pain you may be, it is impossible to get used to the pain of death.” 

 

He violently threw Basileon to the floor. Crash—. And the illusion disappeared.

 

“Cough—.”

 

Basileon frowned at the pain washing over him for a moment. To endure it, he curled his body into a ball and lay down. With his eyes closed, everything in front of him was pitch black. For a moment, he tried hard to recall the face of the person he missed the most right now.

 

‘The person… I miss the most.’

 

The dreamy purple eyes curved beautifully, drawing out a soft eye smile.

 

‘Basileon.’

 

The imaginary Evien approached and caressed Basileon. If an illusion drove him into hellish pain, he just had to create another illusion to heal himself. This was how he had overcome the brainwashing and pain all this time.

 

*   *   *

 

“The sound of footsteps, the sound of carriages, the sound of people talking. Where in the territory would these sounds be heard the clearest?” 

 

“It would probably be a place where people come and go frequently.”

 

Adolf said indifferently.

 

“Adolf. I’m telling you it’s an opportunity to find my body? Why are you reacting so sourly?” 

 

“Finding your body is only good for you.”

 

“…Don’t you have even a shred of affection between friends?”

 

Adolf and I were conversing at the entrance to the Duke’s castle.

 

“Ahem.”

 

Then Krius came flying from afar, hesitating.

 

“Hmm? Sir Krius. Why is your face as red as a carrot?”