Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 67 - 64: Walking out of the Courtyard

Chapter 67: Chapter 64: Walking out of the Courtyard

Wang Hao suddenly realized that he also had some masochistic tendencies. Maybe he was just used to things going smoothly, but the occasional torment actually felt not too bad?

"Grandma, good morning, grand..."

Controlling his character, he once again devoured the cornbread placed beside his pillow.

I eat.

He couldn’t help but mock himself with a smile, "Look... did it just defy the Fourth Calamity again?"

"One day, I’ll find a way to solve it!"

After hungrily devouring two thick cornbreads, a prompt popped up on the screen: "You’ve eaten to your heart’s content and feel exceptionally satisfied."

As his rationality continued to rise, the voice of "Grandma" once again slowly faded away in the bedroom.

As for the furniture in the room, it seemed as if the scene of decay and rot had never happened.

He exhaled a sigh of relief, "Indeed, everything was just a hallucination caused by low san values. I’ve survived again... As long as I have enough bread, I can live even longer."

Due to the terror brought by "It," sweat kept forming on his forehead, and Wang Hao felt sweat starting to form on his hands holding the game controller.

"But to stay alive now, I have to eat two breads a day."

Wang Hao was now in a dire situation, with only two cornbreads left, and he had also provoked the most troublesome "It."

But the more desperate the situation, the more excited he became.

He faintly enjoyed the feeling of struggling bitterly amidst despair, which meant he had to rack his brains, break the norms, and make full use of every clue.

"There are only two cornbreads left; I can only live until the third day."

"I’m doomed on the fourth day!"

"Maybe I should just go outside. I still remember parts of the village layout. Going out for a look might be my salvation!"

Hiding at home was certainly hopeless, even robbing his dim-witted younger brother’s bread might not save him.

Having made up his mind, Wang Hao immediately sprang into action. Every day’s time was limited; he needed to cherish it.

A day in the Game equated to merely half an hour in the real world.

When he approached the yard gate, a game hint appeared: "Grandma once told me, a biao lurks behind the mountain. When hungry, the biao descends to hunt. Do not open the door."

Wang Hao’s pupils constricted sharply, damn it, he had forgotten, today was the second day.

According to the plot, a Biaozi would be lying in wait right outside the door!

The damn tool, Biaozi, should have been taken care of by the old man next door on the fourth day, but now, on the second day, it had become the most significant obstacle!

His face was a study in rapidly changing emotions—going out might mean death.

But staying inside would also lead to death!

Of course, it was...

Time to go out!

He rushed to the paperman house as fast as he could and, with a light "snap," knocked over the large mirror inside.

The mirror shattered into pieces, but no special or mysterious phenomenon occurred.

He carefully wrapped a large piece of it with a red cloth, arming himself with it as a weapon.

He also grabbed a few creepily realistic papermen. The sound of wind chimes, "ding-dong," "ding-dong," continuously echoed around, stirring a slight breeze.

These vivid, lifelike papermen might just come in handy.

Up to now, Wang Hao still hadn’t figured out which faction Paperman truly belonged to. Perhaps Paperman was a part of "It", or maybe it was a protective force left by Grandma. In any case, under the current circumstances, he could only take a gamble.

Hearing the smashing sound of the mirror from the bedroom, his naïve younger brother hurriedly ran out.

Seeing the shattered mirror, he stood there bewildered, his gaunt little face turning pale and tinged with blue as he muttered, "Grandma said we mustn’t look into mirrors... Brother, did you look into the mirror?"

Wang Hao turned his head and asked with a smile, "I didn’t look into the mirror."

"Do you know what happens if you look into the mirror?"

He shook his head, his face becoming even paler as his body trembled, "I... I dare not... something bad might happen... I really dare not."

Wang Hao pondered for a moment. This brother of his was likely a Superpower User with some kind of Talent, his intuition much sharper than ordinary people.

Unfortunately, in this viciously cruel place, the frail superpowers of humans struggled even to turn bad luck into good.

"You should also refrain from looking into mirrors. I didn’t look into one either, but my time might be running out. Listen, I have to go out now. As soon as I leave, you must lock the door and not let anyone in."

"You can’t go out, you just can’t! Grandma said we mustn’t go out!" his naïve brother instantly burst into tears, snot and tears streaming down his face, looking quite pitiful.

Facing this poor child who shared his misfortunes and yet knew nothing, Wang Hao patted him on the head, "My time is very limited now, I must go out. You must feel it too, my condition isn’t good."

"If I don’t go out, I’ll die, I won’t last many days... You wouldn’t want me to die, right?"

The naïve brother stood still, no longer resisting, just continuously wiping away his tears.

Was he truly naïve?

Perhaps not entirely.

A six-year-old child, who was also a natural Superpower User, might already know something.

"Don’t worry, this Reincarnation has inadvertently broken a taboo... it might... be a bit difficult."

"In the next Reincarnation, I will definitely save you." Wang Hao finally instructed, "Carry your cornbread with you, don’t let anyone in, and if there’s danger, hide inside the Paperman’s house, understand?"

"Um!" His affirmation was overly loud, as if he were cheering himself on.

After completing all preparations, with a "squeak", Wang Hao pushed open the gate of the courtyard.

The chilling unknown appeared before him.

He took a deep breath.

With a trace of a mysterious smile on his face, facing the boundless unknown, and with only one day left to his life, he felt his adrenaline soaring, every cell in a frenzied state.

This was the Destiny and Challenge of a man!

"The real Game... is just beginning!"

He stepped out of the courtyard gate.

The fog outside was even denser, the visibility barely reaching a meter.

The quaint path was covered with moss, slippery and treacherous.

Crouching down, he dimly saw fresh footprints, some of which must have been left by neighbors, and others... were they Grandma’s?

Swallowing hard, he conjured up the images he remembered and slowly groped his way forward in the direction Grandma had taken.

Wang Hao took stock of his lanky arms and legs, his left hand holding the eerie Paperman along with mirror shards, his right hand clutching the Kitchen Knife, his neck wrapped with a small bundle containing two thick cornbreads.

This was all he possessed.

[For some unknown reason, you feel fatigued.]

The inexplicable debuff had appeared once more.