I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

At first, Qin Nuo was completely absorbed in his drawing and didn't notice anything unusual.

When he finished and looked at the sketch as a whole, it gave off a very strange feeling.

Ugly?

Not really, it just had a touch of abstraction.

A man, thin as a stick, sat in the corner, his eyes lifeless, appearing weak, reclusive, and hopeless, as if his life was controlled by someone else.

The difference was that the shadow cast at his feet, stretched long by the light, had eyes that were blood-red, and a mouth stretched into a maniacal grin.

The smile's emotions were complex, filled with enjoyment and satisfaction...

It was completely two different styles of painting.

The reclusive weakness above contrasted sharply with the maniacal laughter below.

At that moment, a chill swept over him, and Qin Nuo knew it was the female teacher. He proactively pulled back his chair, making room for her to better appreciate the drawing.

His heart involuntarily tightened.

This was a sketch that completely twisted the real style.

If it was wrong, it would be a grave mistake, facing immense wrath.

On the pristine white drawing board, there were a few noticeable touch marks, but they were very light, as if touching a piece of newly unearthed jade, appearing cautious.

Then came the female teacher's voice, not rushing to evaluate, but asking, "Tell me, why did you draw it this way?"

Qin Nuo thought to himself, how would I know, ask the drawing board, but he tried to brush it off, "A thousand people have a thousand Hamlets, I just presented it in my sketch style, but the meaning expressed is the same."

"The shadow is his true inner world."

The female teacher's voice came again, this time with a slight tremble, "Unbelievable, you're the first to present his inner self on the drawing board..."

As she spoke, the drawing board floated up and landed in front of the thin man in the corner.

"Do you see how perfect this painting is? It's the only one that captures you most accurately as a student!"

The emaciated man said nothing, but there was a slight glimmer in his eyes.

At this moment, the female teacher's figure gradually appeared, voluptuous and delicate, who could imagine she was the wife of that almost decrepit old man?

The female teacher's face was full of excitement and fanaticism, staring intently at her husband, reaching out to gently caress his sunken face.

"This is the real you, why do others always paint you as desperate, pitiful, and lonely?"

"Clearly, you offered your art for me, contributed your value, it's a sacred thing, your heart should be ecstatic, satisfied, and free of desires."

"I just don't understand, but fortunately, there's finally a student who presented your true inner self."

"I'm very satisfied, you think so too, right?"

The female teacher said with a smile.

As her words fell, the emaciated man's hair rapidly fell out, pus flowed from his seven orifices, and the mouth sealed with glue tore open, blood flowing, making a strange sound, and life was instantly extinguished.

In an instant, the emaciated man turned into a rotting corpse.

The female teacher showed no sadness, instead smiled contentedly, hugging the corpse, full of love as she caressed it.

This bizarre scene left the remaining players bewildered, but more so horrified.

Qin Nuo's eyebrows twitched, but he somewhat understood.

In the female teacher's eyes, sacrificing oneself for art was something to be proud and happy about. Her husband, for her, starved himself to emaciation, even glued his mouth shut in such a crazy act, presenting another self, giving his beloved wife inspiration.

In the wife's eyes, it was a great honor, but in reality, the husband who endured immense pain and torment still couldn't satisfy her.

Qin Nuo focused on the emaciated man's limbs, his hands and feet were nailed with steel nails, making him a permanent model for the painting.

Happy?

Unknown.

At least the wife thought he was happy.

So, the meaning she believed the painting expressed should also be optimistic.

"No wonder the previous person's fate was so tragic." Qin Nuo murmured.

Bang!

At that moment, the classroom door seemed to have unlocked a taboo, suddenly flung open.

The players were also liberated, they tried to leave their seats, and nothing happened, so they quickly slipped away, fleeing the classroom.

The last two players saw the female teacher still whispering to her husband, not paying attention to them, and glanced at the black candies on the table, tempted.

One of them grabbed a handful and ran, but as soon as he turned, his skin began to writhe grotesquely.

The player's face changed drastically, hurriedly putting the candies back, and said in panic, "Teacher, I was wrong, I put them back, never again..."

Before he could finish, his skin burst open, and the blood inside congealed into beads, scattering like marbles on the ground.

When the body fell to the ground, it had already turned into a terrifying skin sack.

The other player was scared out of his wits, disappearing in a flash into the black fog at the door.

"Be obedient, the candies are only for students who produce good work."

The female teacher picked up three candies and handed them to Qin Nuo, "Here, student, these are for you."

Qin Nuo took them, the candies were ordinary, the wrappers transparent, and the candies inside were bright red, a color that killed any appetite, making them seem unbearably sweet.

Qin Nuo disliked sweet things.

"What's your name?" the female teacher asked with a smile.

"Teacher, my name is Li Xiaoming." Qin Nuo held the candies, showing a childlike innocence filled with joy for receiving them.

"A very nice name."

"Teacher hopes you will also meet a girl like my husband who is willing to give everything for you." The female teacher's pale face beamed with a happy smile.

"Uh..."

Qin Nuo glanced at the emaciated man who had turned into a pool of pus in the corner, forcing a smile, "Thank you for the blessing, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now..."

As he left the classroom, Qin Nuo looked back, the classroom was once again shrouded in black fog, pitch black, and the door slammed shut.

"Although a teacher, this marital relationship is really not worth emulating..." Qin Nuo murmured.

He turned and disappeared into the black fog.

Holding the three candies gave Qin Nuo some reassurance, walking in the black fog, his skin gradually prickled with goosebumps.

"Why does this black fog feel increasingly cold?"

"In this mode, players with the rat identity only have one goal of collecting candies, the freedom is really too limited."

Qin Nuo shook his head, arriving at a staircase, pondering whether to go up or down, when suddenly a voice came from a direction in the black fog.

"Why is there a lone rat here?"

Qin Nuo's nerves instinctively tightened, the voice sounded familiar.

Mr. Yan?!

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