The room prepared by the butler was quite satisfactory - of course, even if it was uncomfortable, one really shouldn't be so picky in such a high-risk dungeon.
The players did not sleep soundly, but even though their bodies were sunken in the soft mattresses and pillows were covered with white goose-feather quilts, their minds were unexpectedly active, constantly recalling everything they had experienced in the dungeon and a certain vivid figure.
The warm light from the bedside lampshade illuminated the calm night. Apart from the occasional sound of wind and snow hitting the window, there was no other sound.
Yuan Yuxue didn't turn on the bedside lamp.
He lay down flat on his back. Although he didn't need to replenish his energy through sleep, he closed his eyes out of habit. His breathing was even and light, like that of a truly soundly asleep, defenseless person.
Suddenly, a loud thunder flashed outside the villa, illuminating the sky as bright as day. After a delay of five seconds, the thunder finally came, startling many players who were drowsily resting with their eyes closed and making them open their eyes.
"What's going on?" Someone looked out the window and muttered to himself, "This is such a big thunder, don't scare... people."
Yuan Yuxue opened her eyes and sat up.
Of course he wasn't afraid of the thunder, he stood up and opened the window, and very fine snow drifted in from outside. From a high place, he could see that the outside of the villa was gloomy and dark, and there were crowds of people gathering below, as if some object attracted those strange things to gather around and float nearby.
Yuan Yuxue frowned.
At the same time, on the rooftop of the villa.
Andre didn't know how long he had been standing there. A layer of snow had accumulated on his shoulders, hair, and knees. His face seemed to be covered with frost, and he looked like a puppet carved out of ice. His golden eyes now shone with a strange scarlet color.
He wants to end it all.
This was the only thing left in Andre's mind.
The price he paid was enough. The endless, long pain should also come to an end.
Andre wondered why he had never realized that he could end the deal, break free from the constraints of the rules, and have a truly peaceful and undignified death.
A thought suddenly popped into my mind.
—“Cognitive suggestion” is given to you by “it”.
Unprecedented resistance and struggle surged out endlessly, and the obsession in his mind became stronger and stronger. Andre stood on the rooftop and took another step forward. The smile on his face was happy and even showed a kind of madness.
He heard its command.
Andrei was not as obedient as before. He looked somewhere with his scarlet eyes, tilted his head, and questioned it like a naive young master who didn't know the world: "But the rules tell me that the transaction will end one day. Do you want to deny the recognition of the rules?"
Silent confrontation.
Andre listened for a moment and then said, "I don't want to."
"I don't want to live for a thousand years, a hundred years, or even ten years." He looked at the sky lit up by thunder and the floating clouds, and repeated almost indifferently, "I regret it."
This sentence is not a response to "it".
It was during the game that Yuan Yuxue was sitting opposite him. He saw himself at that time in the boy's dark eyes.
Yuan Yuxue asked him seriously:
"Do you regret making that deal?"