GDYARVE ## Chapter 81: No Matter What Happens… Just Think of It as a Nightmare…
## Chapter 81: No Matter What Happens… Just Think of It as a Nightmare…
“No matter what happens… just think of it as a nightmare…” The old man seemed to be trying to reassure us, giving his final instructions.
The game began from an eerie and mysterious perspective, whether arriving at this place called Yharnam or starting the blood transfusion.
As the transfusion began, the screen gradually darkened, and we started to lose consciousness. Initially, the players were calmly waiting for the transfusion, but as consciousness faded, the old man administering the transfusion began to laugh coldly.
The clinic looked somewhat dilapidated, with no one around except for this dirty old man.
Upon waking again, there was still an IV drip on one side of the bed, but the old man was nowhere to be seen. Looking around, the clinic looked no different from during the day.
But when the camera panned to the far left, there was a large pool of blood on the floor, with a blood-soaked, skinless creature in it, licking the blood.
The screen was somewhat blurry, resembling the feeling of waking up, with the world appearing hazy.
The creature in the pool of blood slowly rose, its eyes glowing red. As we focused on it, it slowly and steadily crawled toward us.
The beast’s roar was low and piercing, and the sound of it moving through the blood was chilling.
The skinless werewolf’s entire body was covered in muscle and blood, with its muscles showing varying degrees of decay.
“Damn!” Yinzi suddenly jerked back.
The werewolf, with incomplete muscles, stretched its hand, trying hard to reach us.
Its sharp, blood-soaked claws reached for us, but just as it was about to touch the protagonist, flames erupted.
A sudden fire engulfed the blood-soaked werewolf, and after the fire subsided, the werewolf vanished, leaving only a pool of blood, with no remnants of bones or remains, as if the scene had never occurred.
Just as Yinzi let out a sigh of relief, small skeleton creatures started to appear around the bed, their faces twisted as they crawled onto the protagonist.
Their bloodthirsty mouths approached, as if about to devour him.
“…Is this really not a horror game?” Yinzi shivered, glancing at the comments for some reassurance, feeling a bit more grounded in reality.
‘The developer’s atmosphere crafting is too good; I’m genuinely scared…’
‘I’m starting to lose my sanity; I can’t play this ghost game alone.’
‘Shielded by comments! Sanity points dropping rapidly!’
‘I bought it but don’t dare to play…’
…
In a daze, a woman’s voice was heard.
“Ah, you’ve found a hunter.”
When we regained consciousness, the grotesque white creatures had disappeared, and now the player could freely control the character.
“Phew, finally able to move freely.” Yinzi wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling an intensity he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
This was the clinic of Iosefka, with no one around. Yinzi’s first reaction was to move his character and look to the left.
The bloodstain had vanished, and there were no traces of blood contamination, as if, just like the old man said, no matter what happened, you could consider it just a nightmare…
The clinic was still dirty and rundown. The white walls were covered in gray grime, with parts of the plaster peeling off, revealing the old red bricks underneath.
In the dim light, it could be seen that the clinic seemed long abandoned, with the desk and wooden floor showing signs of decay.
Dust-covered containers were scattered everywhere, and the dirty medical equipment made one shudder at the thought of having received treatment and a blood transfusion here.
Yinzi quickly checked his inventory, finding he had nothing, with only a black hooded cloak on his character.
Everything in the environment and his attire kept telling him that this world was far from simple.
“A hood worn upon awakening from the nightmare of blood and beasts. Perhaps the wearer needed to blend in, moving only in the cover of night. But without memory, who would know?”
His foreign attire was unlike the typical clothing of Yharnam, constantly reminding him that he was an outsider.
On a desk not far from the bed, there was a note with scrawled handwriting:
“Seek pale blood to transcend the hunt.”
Following the path towards the door, he pushed open the heavy clinic door, leading to a long downward passage.
Cautiously descending step by step, the broken floorboards were stained with dried blood.
Moving forward, the dim clinic had a bright light ahead.
This area seemed more like a communal ward, with abandoned blood-stained beds everywhere, and dirty blood bottles beside them.
In the brightly lit area ahead, there was a trail of dragged blood, where a werewolf was feeding on what turned out to be a human carcass.
“…?” A question mark appeared on Yinzi’s forehead as he noticed the health bar above the werewolf.
Was the game indicating that he should fight the werewolf?
The werewolf’s health bar was only halfway, suggesting it was in a weakened, killable state.
The tutorial for attacks was provided earlier in the passage, so Yinzi swung his hands towards the werewolf.
He landed two heavy blows on the werewolf,
yet barely scratched its health, which clearly angered the creature.
The comments erupted with laughter at his attempt,
‘I thought it would be an easy kill, but he just slapped the werewolf twice.’
‘There must be weapons somewhere; the game cover shows weapons. He must have missed them!’
‘He’s so brave!’
‘Charging in and slapping it twice, I’m dying of laughter.’
‘Werewolf: You scared me!’
‘Painful memories begin again; in the developer’s games, there are only zero deaths or countless deaths.’
…
Realizing that his slaps had little effect, Yinzi fell silent, awkwardly laughing as the now-enraged werewolf retaliated.
In just three hits, the protagonist’s health bar was emptied, collapsing to the ground.
Upon waking up in the foggy Hunter’s Dream, Yinzi finally understood, “No wonder there was such a ridiculous enemy at the start.”
“It was a scripted death.”
(End of this chapter)