Become A Character Who Dies Within Three Chapters

[This is your mother. She has eyes that see everything. Be careful.]

The pop-up appeared again before Louis, but he did not notice it. He stared wide-eyed at Mrs. Adonis, his expression blank, as if his eyes had no focus.

Finally, the boy nodded. "I remember."

Mrs. Adonis continued to smile. "Good. Hurry and get ready. The driver is waiting for you."

After speaking, she left the room. At the same time, a servant entered, beginning to help Louis change his clothes.

Louis stood still. His body was slightly frail compared to other children his age, letting the servant lift his arms and legs as if dressing a doll.

Finally, he was dressed in a navy sailor-style shirt, shorts on his legs, black socks, and black leather shoes.

The servant examined him briefly, then placed a dark blue beret on his head.

Louis: "..."

He looked at himself in the mirror. His face still showed no expression, but internally, he felt somewhat satisfied.

He had known from a young age how exceptional he was. Now, it was just a brief return to childhood—Louis felt there was no problem with that.

It was just that the Adonis household seemed poorer than his previous home. But having experienced hardship before, Louis appreciated this state and was content… which was unusual!

Louis's eyes fell on the meal in front of him. The meat on his plate was a wriggling pile of red worms, some even decorated with mud and leaves.

In his cup of milk, a wide-mouthed toad kept diving and resurfacing.

These things seemed normal until Louis looked at the fried eggs on another plate.

Two eggs sat on top, beneath them a grotesque smile drawn with bright red sauce—so red it resembled blood—dripping down onto the table.

Even more disturbing… the two yolks moved, as if winking and staring directly at Louis!

The yolks of the fried eggs… moved?

Louis's hands began to shake instinctively again. He bit his tongue; the fresh blood and the pain somehow helped him regain a bit of composure.

He lifted his eyes toward Mrs. Adonis, sitting across from him, and said directly, "I don't want to eat."

Mrs. Adonis seemed momentarily stunned, tilting her head so far that it almost seemed to invert. Yet Louis didn't hear any bones cracking, as if Mrs. Adonis had no bones.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

His heartbeat pounded violently, like the beating of drums.

Calm down, heart… even if you keep pounding, I won't let you jump out of my throat, alright…

Louis tried to comfort himself, though it seemed to have little effect. At least outwardly, he appeared calm, still that gloomy, hard-to-please child.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the food?" Mrs. Adonis spoke again. Her mouth moved carefully with each syllable, deliberately, clearly aware yet still asking.

Louis could be sure he wasn't safe—or at least, these monsters seemed to be testing him.

Perhaps they could smell the "human" in him?

Anyway, that was fine as long as he didn't go OOC.

"I don't like it," Louis said slowly. He didn't seem fond of his mother either, turning to leave the room.

Mrs. Adonis watched his retreating figure. She mutters Only when he disappeared, "Why doesn't he like it… I made it myself…"

Then she covered her face and began to sob. The surrounding servants quickly approached, their expressions full of sincere consolation.

"The young master just hasn't grown close to you yet. Once he's a bit older, he'll surely understand how good you are to him."

"That's right! At this age, the young master is going through… puberty! Surely!"

Mrs. Adonis wept, "Louis has always been like this."

And Louis was only eight years old—had he already entered puberty? The woman, lacking much knowledge, didn't know whether that information was accurate.

Louis walked out of the mansion and immediately saw a car waiting outside. When the driver saw him, he hurried down, respectfully opening the car door, clearly aware of where Louis was headed.

Louis sat in the car, silently staring out the window. He looked dazed, but in reality, he was quietly observing everything.

The world outside seemed perfectly normal, much like the world he had left behind, with a comparable level of development.

People on the streets appeared ordinary as well, though perhaps due to the car's speed, their faces seemed blurred and indistinct through Louis's eyes.

He squinted and turned away from the window.

The driver didn't take long to arrive at the destination—the residence of the so-called young master, Alex.

From Louis's perspective, the Adonis family had probably just recently risen in status. Entering this wealthy neighborhood, they were naturally eager to establish connections. A child of the same age as other high-society heirs would be used as a pawn—a companion for the children of powerful families.

After respectfully opening the car door for Louis, the driver immediately departed, not leaving a word. Louis had no idea when anyone would come to pick him up again.

Louis lowered his gaze and stood in place. At that moment, footsteps echoed behind him, followed by a slightly aged voice: "Young Master Louis, you've finally arrived. Young Master Alex and the others are waiting. Please, this way."

Louis turned to see an elegant older man behind him. He was slightly hunched, with pure white hair tied back, a white beard, and a monocle perched on his nose. He wore a tailcoat vest.

Judging by his attire, this had to be the mansion's butler.

Louis said nothing and silently followed.

As soon as he entered the shadow of this massive mansion, a pop-up suddenly appeared before him, accompanied by the system's icy narrator in his ear:

[In Rose Mansion, which child is the most disobedient?]

[Time limit: One week]

Louis wanted to ask what would happen if he couldn't answer within a week. But on second thought, it was pointless—failure to respond would surely lead to death. There was no doubt about that.

Louis gazed at the gilded door before him, his eyes dark. Alright, let's see which child is the most spoiled.

The massive door loomed before him—or perhaps it only seemed that way because Louis had been shrunk—but it made no overly loud sound when it opened.

Light spilled from inside the room like a cinematic effect, causing Louis to squint instinctively.

"Aaaaa Sob Sob Sob! Mr. A, Alex took my toy! Aaaaa!"

The shrill cry of a child grated on the ears. Louis immediately frowned, his cold gaze fixed on the interior of the room…