I Got My Cheat Skill by Acting My Way into a Horror Protagonist Role Chapter 84

Flesh and blood splattered everywhere. Neither the game pod nor the helmet could save Gui Yi's life.

The mangled flesh instantly stained the game pod and helmet crimson, and unstoppable blood slowly flowed down the curved protective cover.

A person's life vanished in the blink of an eye. In this remote and desolate residential area, no one knew that a life had passed away.

It wasn't until the boundary between the real world and the horror game world blurred that the Writer's power spanned both worlds, allowing Gui Yi to be resurrected at the junction of reality and illusion.

The ink laid down by the Writer's pen would become reality in both worlds. The power of true words could ignore time and space, directly manifesting in a form approaching the rules of the world.

Life and death were merely words under his pen.

When the thread of fate from Maple City thousands of miles away fell from the bloody world to another part of the country, the destroyed and broken flesh began to regenerate—one part was soul, the other was body.

The world rumbled and trembled. In the rented room, the originally shattered body condensed once more, but now contained some flesh and blood that didn't belong to him.

The unfamiliar heart in his chest beat violently, carrying a sense of disorder.

For Gui Yi to truly exist, everything he experienced had to conform to the world's operating standards to manifest in the real world. Not even the slightest flaw could appear.

However, the time to wake up was several hours later than originally planned.

Xiao Gui'an gently put down the blood-stained helmet and wiped his face, his entire hand also stained red with blood.

He was almost half-submerged in the blood pooled at the bottom of the game pod.

One could only say that Gui Yi's death had been too thorough—the game pod was completely covered in flesh and blood that had shattered inch by inch.

This situation would probably require professionals to clean and repair the game pod.

Xiao Gui'an remained silent for a moment, then quickly got up from the game pod, stirring up the dark, murky blood.

Blood continuously dripped onto the floor, quickly forming a small pool that meandered into twisted patterns across the floor.

Rushing into the room, he randomly put on a few black clothes. Xiao Gui'an grabbed some tissues, trying to wipe the blood off his hands, while asking in his consciousness space, "Where's the phone?"

He felt extremely uncomfortable all over, with the thick, sticky smell of blood constantly lingering at the tip of his nose.

The black hoodie quickly became soaked with the remaining blood, its color darkening noticeably, and the hem becoming damp.

In the rented room, the slender youth with curly black hair still had blood dripping from his hair, flowing down his neck and disappearing into his collar.

He wiped his hands over and over with white tissues, with such force that it seemed he wanted to scrub off the flesh from his skin.

The youth with black curly hair kept his head down, making it impossible to see his expression.

In this dark, sunless room, Gui Yi's atmosphere seemed somewhat oppressive. He appeared gloomy and introverted, covered in mottled bloodstains, as if he had just returned from some murder scene.

"System! This blood just won't wipe clean!—"

Xiao Gui'an meticulously wiped between his fingers again and again. He really wanted to take a shower right now, then come out to mop the floor and clean the room thoroughly—

But he had to deal with Xu Zisheng's matter first.

Fortunately, after two acting sessions, his psychological endurance and resistance had improved significantly. Otherwise, seeing such a terrible and horrifying scene, he wouldn't be able to remain as calm as he was now.

"On the bedside table... The phone doesn't have a password. You can set one later. Contact information for relevant people is saved inside—"

Zero System's response sounded somewhat unreal, with slight stuttering, as if the network connection was poor.

Xiao Gui'an had no choice but to pull the hoodie sleeves longer, tucking his entire hands inside, using only his fingertips to pick up the phone from the bedside table.

The phone had many scratches along its edges, and a crack ran through the middle of the screen. It looked like it had been used for a long time, but the owner still hadn't replaced it.

Opening the phone's lock screen, Xiao Gui'an saw a long list of red missed calls in the contacts, all from the same number.

The most recent call was from half an hour ago—it had rung for a long time but remained unanswered.

He also checked the messages.

The messages sent progressed from ordinary, casual greetings to increasingly serious tones, allowing Xiao Gui'an to clearly understand the other party's psychological journey.

"Gui Yi, how are you? Are you awake?"

"It's me, Xu Zisheng. This is my number—"

"Is the physical damage too severe? Why aren't you answering?"

"How are you doing now? Is the backlash very serious?"

"…………"

"Gui Yi, this is your number, right?"

"You don't need to say anything else. Just reply with a punctuation mark to let me know you're still alive."

"..."

"Are you safe?"

"I won't stop contacting you until you answer. I hope... you also consider me a trustworthy friend."

"..."

"Gui Yi, I need an explanation. You'd better not lie to me or have anything else happen."

"Otherwise—"

After "otherwise," no other messages were sent. Both the person and the system reading the messages subconsciously felt tense, unanimously believing those were threatening words.

This was somewhat troublesome.

Would Xu Zisheng think he had been deceived?

Originally, Gui Yi had suffered such severe trauma in the horror world. Even after being resurrected by the Writer, there should still be mental damage. Being unconscious in the game pod for dozens of hours should be normal, right?

He could use this reason to properly explain to Xu Zisheng later. The other party wasn't an unreasonable person—he probably wouldn't be too angry?

Xiao Gui'an thought somewhat hesitantly.

"System, do you think Xu Zisheng is so anxious because he's worried about Gui Yi's safety? After all, we can barely be considered friends, right?

Should we reply to his message to reassure him or something?"

He thought Xu Zisheng probably wasn't particularly angry. It was just that without receiving any reply, various negative thoughts had surfaced, and the tone of his messages had unconsciously carried some anger and coldness.

Different from Xiao Gui'an's thoughts, the Little Light Sphere thought this way:

"We definitely need to reply to the messages, but we must choose our words carefully. After all, Gui Yi is someone the Chosen One of Fate paid a considerable price to save!

That's the Chosen One of Fate who never makes losing deals! Host, don't be too naive! Let me analyze this for you—"

Since he never makes losing deals, what exactly should Gui Yi's half-human, half-ghost identity mean to Xu Zisheng?

Under normal circumstances, Gui Yi, who can transform into a ghost, would naturally be an excellent, usable, communicative free fighter.

When he wants Gui Yi to do something later, he might not need to pay much—just a few words could control the other party.

If that's the case, then Gui Yi really can't die randomly. Otherwise, wouldn't Xu Zisheng suffer a loss? So of course he needs to pay attention to Gui Yi's physical condition.

Hearing the System analyze it this way, Xiao Gui'an felt it made some sense for a moment.

However, as it continued speaking, the Zero System refuted its own speculation: "No, that's not right. We can't make inferences based on normal thinking now. The Chosen One giving you the Fated position is the stupidest decision he's ever made...

This really shouldn't be happening. It completely defies logic... Ah, indeed, the hearts of Chosen Ones are as deep as ocean needles..."

"Then let's reply to his message now..."

To prevent the blood on his hands from staining the phone, Xiao Gui'an carefully held the edge of the phone with a few fingers, planning to type letter by letter.

Suddenly—

"Ding————"

The phone vibrated violently due to an incoming call. The number displayed clearly belonged to Xu Zisheng.

Xiao Gui'an's heart tightened, his hand shook, and the phone directly slipped from his grasp.

System: !

Xiao Gui'an: !

The curly-haired youth reached out to catch the phone, but because the cuffs were somewhat tight and both hands were tucked inside the sleeves, he couldn't extend them in time. He could only bump the phone upward.

The phone flipped in mid-air, then immediately fell down. Xiao Gui'an couldn't react quickly enough, using his sleeves again to catch it, fumbling like a circus performer trying to steady the phone.

"Host! Host! Catch it! Catch it!—"

"Wait! The window! The window! Don't go near it—"

"Hands, get your hands out! Catch it with your hands!—"

The Little Light Sphere was just as nervous in the consciousness space. After two or three flailing attempts, the phone indeed lived up to expectations—Xiao Gui'an smacked it out the window, and it traced a perfect arc.

"Smack—"

The phone fell straight down from the third floor to the ground below, instantly shattering into pieces and stopping its vibration.

Xiao Gui'an: ...

Ahhhhh! His phone!—

Ah, no—

Ahhhhh! His information!

Before he could mourn his newly acquired phone, sudden knocking came from outside the door. The force was tremendous, as if trying to smash the door to pieces.

"Bang—"