The characters in the horror game have a crush on me

Little Dough lay on the shoulders of the black-haired young man, and Jiang Yilin walked slowly to the next room.

"How many rooms are there in total?"

Jiang Yilin asked the system in his mind.

[Theoretically speaking... there are only the last two rooms left. 】

The system replied softly.

It suddenly got a little bit interested, and continued, [Mr. Jiang, there is not much time before the final deadline for this dungeon...]

[However, your current world view exploration degree has only reached 46%. 】

[I want to remind you, if it doesn't reach 80%, it will be judged that you have failed. 】

[Once you fail, the result you will accept is unimaginable. 】

"If I fail, what price will I pay?" Jiang Yilin asked softly.

The system smiled playfully and said, 【If you fail, the next world will enter the punishment instance. 】

【You won't get any hints from me, and you won't have too many clues, you'll just fall into an almost desperate battle royale. 】

【——If that time comes...you can only ask for luck. 】

After Jiang Yilin heard the system's words, he just raised his eyebrows, and slowly put his hand on the doorknob of the last room.

The black-haired youth said slowly:

"Aren't there the last two rooms? I have confidence in myself."

At the same time, a reminder about the SCP Foundation sounded.

"Drip-drip--"

"Warning—warning—"

"The fifth door is about to open—scp detection, detection—"

"Please testers get ready—"

"Item #: SCP: 738, Deal with the Devil."

"Object Class: Keter."

——Keter?

Jiang Yilin paused.

He began to think about the word constantly in his mind.

The word "keter" means "crown" in Hebrew.

Judging from the meaning of this word, it should indicate the highest level of all the SCP Foundation's containment.

That is to say, no matter in terms of the difficulty of containment or the vigilance psychology of this level of monsters to human beings, they are the most dangerous.

"Trading with the devil... What kind of containment is this?"

Before Jiang Yilin pushed open the door, he suddenly looked forward to it.

Jiang Yilin has always been an atheist.

He doesn't believe that there will be real gods in this world, or that there will be real demons.

System...spiritual world - self-constructed...

Even if there really should be a demon sitting on the throne in his own world...

——If there is one, that demon is also himself.

"I'm really looking forward to it... the so-called demons that I can see in this instance."

Jiang Yilin smiled, opened the door, and walked in.

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The fourth room was about the same size as the third, and its walls were made of red-lacquered wood.

From the inside, the whole room looks more like a bedroom than a laboratory.

What caught Jiang Yilin's eyes was a set of...European style furniture?

Judging from the black-haired young man's only common-sense memory on these furniture, he judged from the patterns and patterns that this should be a set of relatively expensive mahogany furniture.

In the middle of the set was a magnificent desk with two chairs behind it.

One chair is a high-backed chair with dark textures and looks relatively plain.

The chair next to it is slightly shorter than it, but it looks more gorgeous, and it is lined with dark purple velvet, showing a bit of elegance.

I don't know why, when Jiang Yilin saw these pieces of furniture, Jiang Yilin's thoughts slightly spread to the previous copy.

——This set of furniture... is somewhat similar to the chair that the godfather used to hold him when he was a teenager and patiently explained the documents to him in the study.

Luxurious, elegant, gloomy...

It can show the good taste of the owner of the furniture, and it can also show the gloomy and slightly distorted possessiveness in the owner's body that is different from ordinary people.

The black-haired young man shook his head, pushing those divergent thoughts out of his mind.

"So the owner of this set of furniture is the so-called devil?"

The light was a bit dim, but it didn't affect Jiang Yilin's sight. He looked around and saw no one else in this room.

The black-haired young man stood at the door with an unpredictable expression.

——Could it be that sitting in this top chair...can make a so-called "deal"?

——Devil... What does the so-called devil imply in the meaning of the words of the SCP Foundation?Why hasn't it appeared until now?

——Why is the level of this containment... unexpectedly classified as the legendary keter?

Jiang Yilin thought for a while, and then took a small step towards that set of furniture.

I don't know why... an invisible temptation seems to emanate from the high-spec, velvet high chair.

The closer you get to that set of furniture, the more you can feel the strange feeling emanating from the back of its chair.

The black-haired young man frowned. Even though he had excellent self-control, when he sensed this unpredictable magnetic field, he was so calm that he couldn't help but walk forward.

It's like letting a traveler who has been tired all day relax, sit on that chair, and entrust his heart and remaining sanity to the devil.

"Come on... come and take this seat."

"Come on... come and take this seat... little guy."

"This seat belongs to you... As long as you sit on it and talk to me, I can come and fulfill any wish for you."

An extremely soft voice sounded right next to his ear, whispering softly, like a succubus with an incomparable voice that would make people sleep overnight.

However, after hearing that voice, Jiang Yilin became a little calmer.

He bit his lip, and a streak of blood appeared on his beautifully shaped lip, which freed himself from this temptation.

Feeling the seductive power contained in this set of furniture, Jiang Yilin couldn't help saying to the system in his mind.

"System, I guess, this voice should come from the devil mentioned in [Dealing with the Devil] in scp:738."

"This demon does not have an entity, but only exists in the consciousness of every living body sitting on the [Throne]...or in the minds of those who can hear its voice and are about to be seduced by it."

[Ding——Ding——]

[Detection——detection——]

[Exploration degree of world view: 55%]

The system said, [That's right, Mr. Jiang. 】

After hearing the system's words, the black-haired young man sneered and said, "...But I don't believe that any transaction can be realized."

"Deal? Huh."

"I just believe that...in this world, all transactions come with a price."

"It's definitely not about making an almost unreasonable desire on the one hand and expressing total indulgence on the other."

【Do you really think so? 】

[Empty talk has no basis, you just need to sit on it... and you will know. 】

[As long as you sit on it, all problems will be solved, and all guesses will be verified. 】

The voice of the machine said inducingly.

In Jiang Yilin's mind, the system slowly showed a deep smile.

——My naive Mr. Jiang...you won't know.

—Yes, how do you know?

——How would you know that in this world, there are really people who, as long as they have a look of pity in their eyes, are willing to let everyone hold the world's treasures in front of him, and are willing to indulge all his requests.

——And that person... is you, but the premise is that you lie in my arms obediently.

………………

After talking to the system about his guess, Jiang Yilin closed his eyes, and his expression instantly became clear.

He felt the unknowability of this creature almost instantly.

——How is it possible... just as the system said, just sit on it?

— Some trials had to be made.

The black-haired youth thought so.

The little dough lying on his shoulder didn't realize the danger at all, and happily waved its tentacles as before, stroking Jiang Yilin's earlobe.

Jiang Yilin glanced at the little dough, and said softly, "Hey, help me to have a look."

Little Dough tilted his head, and glanced at the strange set of furniture. It really didn't feel any danger in that set of furniture. Apart from tempting it to sit down, there seemed to be nothing unusual about it.

The beady eyes of the berry creature rolled slightly, as if thinking about how to get a reasonable return.

It pouted suddenly, and wrote this passage with its tentacles on Jiang Yilin's shoulder.

——No, I don't really want to go...

"why?"

the black-haired youth asked.

Little Dough suddenly felt a little shy, and continued to write down its words.

—Crying... Feeling, feeling a little scared.

Jiang Yilin: "..."

--Fear?

——Are you kidding... Who was it that was able to wrap the whole body of the doctor in the uniform of the Black Death in such a brutal way, and control all the actions of the other party?

Jiang Yilin looked at the little monster appreciatively, and smiled knowingly.

——It's not that I'm afraid...it should be...acting like a baby?

The black-haired young man smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand, and held the tentacles of the little dough in his palm.

Little Dough was startled, watching helplessly as Jiang Yilin gently kneaded his greasy branches.

The black-haired young man lowered his head slightly, and put the thin tentacles on his lips.

The hazy light outlined his jade-like face in obsessive lines.

He leaned closer to the jelly-shaped creature, and kissed its branch as if it were a handout.

"Hey, listen to me and do it."

It was an electric shock.

Having tasted the sweetness, Little Dough immediately retracted the tentacles energetically. Almost instantly, it jumped off Jiang Yilin's shoulders, and walked towards the weird set of furniture from the floor at a very fast speed, sending out There was a "噗嗤噗嗤——" sound.

The berry-shaped creature quickly stretched out its tentacles, hooked them on the armrest of the chair, and with a swing, slowly drew a circle in the air.

"Paji——" the little dough fell onto the chair covered with velvet cushions.

Seeing scp: 999 sit on it, Jiang Yilin narrowed his eyes, carefully observing the little dough's every move.

The jelly-shaped creature adjusted its body and sat safely on the chair.

At first, the little dough didn't have any other reactions. SCP: 999 just turned around with its tiny eyes, and stretched out a few tentacles to rub the handle of the chair. After finding that there was no other problem, another one was born. The little tentacles waved towards Jiang Yilin, as if saying: "It's okay, come here quickly!"

Jiang Yilin raised his eyebrows, and just wanted to step forward to study it.

Immediately afterwards, the expression on his face changed.

On the high chair, it seemed that he saw some hallucination that made him sink into it. Little Dough's head suddenly moved back, and those small watery eyes suddenly looked straight at a certain direction.

"Cuckoo-cuckoo--"

"Cuckoo-cuckoo--"

After a while, its eyes glowed with a completely different brilliance, and it suddenly let out a smirk, and like a child, it dripped fruity dark saliva from its mouth, dripped on the ground, and let out a "pata" ——Papa——” sound.

--what happened?What did the Tickle see in the chair?

The dark-haired youth frowned.

Slowly, after a while, the little dough lying on his back suddenly showed a dazed expression, his eyes blinking constantly.

It rolled its eyes, and made a gurgling sound again, like a small animal courting, weakly stretched out a dozen tentacles wrapped around the armrest, arching gently like a little teddy.

Jiang Yilin: "..."

——At this moment, the black-haired young man suddenly regretted letting the Tickle test the containment.

He just wanted to step forward and tear off scp:999, however, after a few seconds, on the velvet cushioned chair, the little dough rubbed against the handle, and suddenly let out a happy scream, and then the tentacle rolled, and the little dough Turning his eyes, he fainted.

"What a gaffe..."

The black-haired youth raised his eyebrows and said.

——What happened just now? scp: what did 999 see on the devil's seat?

Jiang Yilin was contemplative, and brought the little dough down from the seat.

The soft, jelly-like creature was completely dizzy at this moment, gently rubbing against the black-haired young man's arms.

He carefully observed the set of furniture, only to find that above the seat, there was a piece of yellow parchment and a quill with a black mark.

After Jiang Yilin approached, he could clearly see the seat where Xiaodao was staying just now, suddenly shaking, as if something was sitting on it, and the velvet lining showed a slight depression.

"Hah--"

The man breathed lightly on him, his movements were intimate and frivolous.

It was as if a transparent person sat on it and smiled mockingly at the black-haired young man.

But Jiang Yilin couldn't see his appearance and figure at all.

The invisible creature manipulated the quill and gently wrote a paragraph on the parchment.

The black-haired young man stretched out his hand, and as soon as he touched the rough parchment, he felt his fingers were licked by something.

He heard soft laughter ringing in his ears.

Jiang Yilin picked up the parchment.

There are only a few words written on the letter paper...

"--haven't seen you for a long time."