Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 51 - 49 Who Am I?

Chapter 51: Chapter 49 Who Am I?

The next evening, with his stomach grumbling, Wang Hao once again heard the sound of a chair scraping against the floor.

Even when he rushed over immediately, he still didn’t see the so-called "mouse"...

"The mouse always seems to appear late at night," his younger brother complained angrily.

The next day passed uneventfully.

[A night passed, and you woke up safe and sound.]

On the third day, the person knocking on the door once again turned out to be the elderly neighbor next door.

"Young lad, I know your grandma isn’t at home, run away now!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"By the time your grandma gets home, you’ll be dead!" the old man’s voice rose from behind the door, "Don’t doubt me, last month, I saw your grandma with a kid about your size, and now... he’s gone! Really gone!"

"You two stay at home, and when your grandma comes back, you’ll surely die!"

Wang Hao’s pupils constricted slightly, and he internally cried out in alarm.

The Game suddenly became tense, filled with a sense of tearing contradiction.

Contradictions started to emerge between pieces of information!

Any wrong decision could potentially lead to the failure of the Game.

The old man outside continued to shout: "Young lad, do you remember... when you came here?"

Wang Hao scratched his head.

As a fourth-day disaster, how could I possibly remember...

Once again, the old man yelled: "Forgot, haven’t you? You woke up and found a grandma by your side, and you took it for granted!"

"You eat the food your grandma cooks, wear the clothes your grandma buys. Where are your mom and dad, who are they, do you remember? You don’t, do you!"

"What’s your grandma’s name, do you remember? You don’t!!"

"The toys you play with were left behind by the last child! Otherwise, why would you have so many toys?!"

He turned his head to look at his younger brother.

His snot-nosed, foolish younger brother looked pale, terrified, clutching his head, and constantly shaking.

"...I’m just kindly advising you not to seek death; if you don’t come out, once your grandma returns, you’ll be the one to die quickly!"

"If you really don’t believe it, you could burn those papermen... quickly burn those papermen! And then open the door!"

The old man’s shouting was filled with a bizarre sense of horror, as if lines and lines of text were drilling into Wang Hao’s mind.

These texts were of varying sizes, repeating over and over again.

In the end, they transformed into two words: "Open the door!"

By just opening the door, he could truly be saved!

Wang Hao’s pupils slightly dilated, his body impulsively wanting to unlock the door.

Then suddenly, his heart constricted, and he jolted awake.

"Shit... how did they create this effect? I actually felt an uncontrollable urge to open the door!"

Wang Hao was utterly shocked. He didn’t want to delve into "whether grandma is right, or whether this old man is right," what he was more interested in was this peculiar skill, capable of stuffing text into someone else’s mind!

This was the first time he had experienced such a strange effect in the Game.

"Did they add hypnotic content to the Game? That’s... awesome, right? I’ve heard that some hypnotists can really achieve this level!"

In the end, he still chose not to open the door.

The old man muttered outside the door for a while, realizing that his mutterings were of no use, and with the sky now dark, he reluctantly turned and left with his hands behind his back.

Wang Hao slowly came to and took a deep breath, looking at his frightened little brother, who seemed on the verge of tears.

It seemed that this guy was the only one who was completely on the same page as him; he knew nothing about this place and yet seemed to know a bit. Having him as a teammate, to some extent, might not be a bad thing.

"Brother... I can’t remember. I can’t even remember my name. Who are my parents? Who am I?"

Wang Hao had no choice but to try to comfort Ou Doudou, who was extremely frightened, "It’s okay, don’t mind him. I don’t know my name either."

"Maybe we were picked up from a trash can."

"A trash can?"

He spoke with a sigh, "Yeah, who am I, where did I come from, where am I going? Don’t ponder such questions; even philosophers can’t figure out the real answers."

"Oh." His little brother seemed convinced.

With such contradictions in the information now at hand, even Wang Hao himself didn’t know whom to believe, and his anxiety increased even more.

Heading back to the living room, he noticed that a chair had moved a significant distance.

There was a delicate Paperman seated on the chair; in the dim room, its expressionless face pointed straight at the two of them.

When the wind blew outside, the Paperman fell to the ground.

Those eyes, it seemed like they were staring intently at Wang Hao.

"This fucking house is getting more and more unsafe! What the hell?" Wang Hao swallowed hard, completely clueless about what had happened, but deep down, he had some guesses, "Should I trust the neighbor and burn the Paperman in the paper house?"

Forget it, let’s just muddle through the first round.

"As a sheep, one needs to be aware of being a sheep..."

"I wasn’t thinking of getting through in one go anyway, you all do as you please, I’ll just quietly watch from the side."

He lay carelessly on the bed, and his little brother lay on the other side, peacefully closing his eyes.

[The night passed, and you awoke safely.]

The upper limit of the power with a 5-star Idealism rating might be ridiculously high, requiring a different way of thinking and letting one’s imagination fly as much as possible to comprehend these strange phenomena.

The content of the fourth day was even stranger, with Biaozi’s roars and sounds of a fight coming from the neighbor’s house.

Wang Hao climbed the peach tree in the yard and vaguely saw that after a hard fight, the neighbor, an old man, had finally won and was skinning his victim.

"Beast, I told you not to eat people! I told you not to!" the old man muttered as he skinned.

"Biaozi died just like that?" Wang Hao had no idea what this scene meant, "Could it be Biaozi was actually good? Unlikely, right?"

The riddle of Biaozi disappeared before it was solved.

[The night passed, and you awoke safely.]

On the fifth morning, just as he opened his eyes, he heard a loud knock on the door!

He quickly climbed out of bed, grabbing the Kitchen Knife from the bedside table.

The tall, lanky neighbor was climbing the fence in a pelt jacket.

Next door’s neighbor seemed to be on the verge of losing it, yelling in the mist, "You damn kid, there’s no helping it! If you won’t come out, the old man has to come in himself, just to save you!"

"Otherwise, you’re doomed. I’m kind-hearted; I can’t bear to see you just die!"

"It would be even better if you came out yourself!"

The neighbor struggled to climb, and the green ivy seemed alive, wriggling around, its vines reaching out like a Venus flytrap, tightly wrapping around the neighbor’s body.

Some of the ivy’s thorns even pierced into the neighbor’s body, drawing blood and staining the pelt jacket with patches of blood in no time.

Still, the pelt jacket the neighbor was wearing provided some defense, with most of the attacks repelled.

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