Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

The immense agony and fatigue descended upon me like a nightmare from the Land of No Light.

[A bullet hit your knee, your stamina -30, you've acquired the "Loss of Balance" buff, and you're kneeling on the ground, blood gushing unstoppably. The gunshot wound seems to make it impossible for you to stand again. You struggle to lift your head and at that moment, you see the figure emerging from the doorway.

It was a man with a gaunt face and an incredibly gloomy demeanor. He looked at you coldly, and the next second, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He said to you,

"Honest folk, though you are straightforward, you've also displayed the ability to go with the flow, causing everyone to unconsciously overlook you. But as my subject of observation, how could I possibly ignore you?"

"You are one of my experimental lab rats, the less attention you draw from others, the more you attract mine."

His words seemed to confirm that he was the person observing you all from behind the scenes.

And you unexpectedly discovered... this was the same junior supervisor who had been slapped away by the newbie.

He was always nodding and bowing, busy with various tasks, standing behind the higher-ups, listening in on your numerous brainwashing meetings.

He even personally conveyed various orders. You felt surprised, but before you could express it, the immediate danger diverted your attention—

The man fired another bullet in your knee, your stamina -40, and you've gained the "Unable to Move" buff.

At that moment, the man slowly approached you, stepping on your head, and you decided—]

A: Beg for mercy, stating that you were only there to see to everyone's safety.

B: Fight back, which will consume your rage points to replenish willpower and stamina, temporarily removing debuffs.

C: Stall for time.

Looking at option C, Xinkui then recalled the A option from the previous selections—wait for ally support.

The very existence of these two options suggested that stalling for time could lead to new variables.

Xinkui felt life slipping away.

Due to the smoke buff, and the bleeding buff, his health bar, which was already at "execution range," continued to dwindle at a slow pace.

At this moment, Xinkui's own consciousness also began to scatter.

"No... I can't fall here... How could my forerunner career... end in a place like this?"

Xinkui suddenly burst with fighting spirit.

Though the connection between his body and game character was forcibly established, he was, after all, not someone who had sustained gunshot wounds. So as long as his willpower was strong enough, he could still continue the game, even if...

He was about to die.

Grinding his teeth, Xinkui chose C.

[In desperation, you chose to stall for time, you faintly feel that since someone helped you by setting a fire, drawing firepower, perhaps someone will show up at the crucial moment.

Thus you decide—]

A: Plead, stating that all this has nothing to do with you.

B: Curse, since you are going to die, you might as well go out cursing.

C: Pretend to be profound, talking about everything and nothing.

D: Mock.

Xinkui wanted to choose to pretend to be profound, talking about everything and nothing, but for one thing, this option hardly left him any time.

He must make a choice in an instant, any slower and he might be "unexpectedly" shot in the head.

And besides... not having the trait of a great orator, and with his consciousness already blurred, he simply had no foundation to pretend to be profound.

So Xinkui chose to mock.

If there was enough time, Xinkui would have thought carefully, but time was indeed running out.

He could only rely on his instinct, fortunately this time, instinct saved Xinkui's life.

[The boss of this game of course needed to have plenty of weaknesses. From a very young age, he realized the power of money, and through processes where money paved the way, he cemented his belief that money could flatten all obstacles.

And when someone mocked money, he would rage, become frenzied, and want to see you begging for mercy.

You continuously belittled this game that destroyed humanity with money in your speech, filled with scornful mockery. Although you had been part of the game up to the fifth round, the expression on your face really pissed him off.

He tortured you repeatedly but didn't let you die. And you chose—]

A: Compromise (Game Over)

B—

C—

D—

There were no other options.

Or rather, as the character's will grew weaker, the options available to the character were limited to compromise.

Other options remained in the list but their content was invisible, thus unable to be selected.

Xinkui was panic-stricken.

But at this moment, his reaction differed from the charge for love.

Upon discovering that compromise was the only definite option available to the honest man, Xinkui decisively chose not to believe.

He strenuously recalled the emotions from the first option.

Remembering why the first option sparked the urge to kill when faced with the choice of overtime.

And at the same time, he kept hinting to himself that he and the character were not the same person; although the character in the game had no more choices, weakening under torture, he was not the character.

Xinkui, who had experienced years of darkness and survived countless nights in the company of nightmares to finally see the light, refused to submit just like that.

Finally, Xinkui, biting his lip till it bled, saw another option.

The previously empty option C now revealed words—

C: Keep mocking.

Without a moment's delay, Xinkui chose C with all his might.

For the first time, he felt that a text game actually gave him the sense of needing to fight every second, to exhaust every bit of willpower.

Xinkui's tenacious will finally bought him time.