My Iyashikei Game Chapter 97: Spirit Farer

Dried scabs covered the small living room. Every tile was soaked with blood. No one knew what had happened here. Thick capillaries intertwined inside the room, while binding themselves around two figures. One of them wore a red jacket. Her plump lips dripped with blood and many stained table knives littered around her. The other was a humanoid giant wooden mannequin. Its head was decorated with a mask painted with strange patterns. Several rotten hearts were placed around its chest.

“You dare to come to the 9th floor even though you’re just level 5? If not for the 2 of them, you wouldn’t have been able to escape even after several thousand deaths.” The bedroom door slowly opened. The previously sleeping boy came out from it. With each of his steps, his body aged rapidly. Wrinkles climbed on his face and his hair turned from black to white. When he stopped before the man, death was already written on his face. His life counter was ticking, “Do you still remember what’s your name?”

“Han Fei.” Heavy stench crawled into the man’s nostrils. He studied the name on his arm. His face was calm and his eyes serene.

“Then do you remember how many times you’ve died?”

“45 times.”

“You remember even that?” The old man nodded. “I knew we would meet again, I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon.” His body gradually disintegrated into blood threads, dissolving and becoming part of the room. “You have just experienced my childhood memories. Only the most unfortunate will possess the black box, it has chosen me and I have chosen you. Now it is your turn to make your choice.”

“Are you sure you want me to make the choice now? I’ve already forgotten so many things…”

“That is exactly why I need you to make the choice now. Only the choices made when you are free of the shackles of memory can reflect your real belief.” The man opened his chest and took out a black box. “You have now obtained the lowest qualification to be a manager. You have gained the right to choose your own path.”

“What are the choices I have?”

“Open the lid on the b

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