Chapter 1: First Night

Looking up at the unfamiliar ceiling there was only one thought occupying my mind.

'No way.'

As if denying reality I closed my eyes and then opened them again.

But nothing changed.

Turning to my side i saw the sleeping faces of young children below, it seems that I was lying down on the top floor of one of those double decker beds.

'Pink, purple....green?'

I stared at the hair of the sleeping children with bewildrement.

Because their hair colors were quite unique to say the least.

Especially the one with green hair, he was oddly visible in this dark environment.

Carefully getting down from the double decker bed, I  landed on the ground.

And noticed another horrifying detail.

My height seemed to have decreased by a lot...

The corners of my mouth twitched when i saw the door knob which would usually be the height of my waist has now somehow reached my eye level.

Fck who am i kidding!?

I transmigrated didnt I? Just like one of those protagonists from the novels?

Fck!

I should have noticed it the moment i saw an unfamiliar ceiling!

Red flags! There were red flags everywhere!

Moving my hand around i quickly started touching my body.

'No way! Why is it so damn small!'

A drop of tear rolled down my cheek when I saw my little brother covering inside my pants.

'Perhaps maybe I have a good looking face?'

I quickly scanned the room for any mirrors but i couldn't locate any in the room which already had very limited visibility.

Also not wanting to wake up the children he couldn't search very thoroughly either.

So I turned towards the door knob, carefully grabbed it and slowly opened the door making sure to not make any noise.

*Creek*

Unfortunately, it looks like the door was not oiled properly and ended up letting out a creeking sound almost making me curse out loud.

Fortunately none of the children were awoked by the small disturbance and kept sleeping quitely.

Heaving a sigh of relief, I quickly exited the room and closed the door behind me.

What came in my view was a long dark wooden hallway.

Seeing the scene which seemed to have come right out of a horror movie, I couldn't help but have second thoughts.

If it was a normal day then I would have definitely turned back and gone back to bed right away but for some reason this wooden halway seemed to give me an intense sense of deja vu.

No way.

My feets started moving almost mechanically.

No fcking way.

As if familiar with the path I quickly arrived in front of a wodden door and pushed it open as fast as i could.

What appeared on the other side was a bathroom, turning the lights on a face of a boy with silver hair and ruby like red eyes appeared before his eyes.

The face in the mirror was beautiful to say the least, pale skin which perfectly mathched his silver hair and those red eyes which seem to captivate the heart of whoever looked at them.

But instead of being happy to have been given such a divine appearence, my face was controcted to the extreme.

'fck!fck!fck!'

Dozens of swear words kept running through my mind nonstop.

'Why? just why?why?!'

There was only one reason for my extreme reaction.

'Why this game? why the hell did it have to be this game! with Hell difficulty at that!'

The unbeatable hell mode, thats what the players called it, because the number of players who have managed to beat it could be counted on one hand.

And I am not one of those hardcore gamers.

It happened when I was busy cursing at my reality.

A new figure suddenly appeared above my head in the morror.

"Lucien..."

A soft voice entered my ears as a hand lightly rested on my shoulder sending shivers down my spine.

"What happened did you need to pee?"

My body shook involuntarily when I saw the familiar face of the middle aged nun wearing glasses and giving him a caring smile.

"Didn't i tell you to not go out at night?...."

Her face came right beside my ear, in the reflection of the mirror I could see her long black hair dancing abnormally

Ba-dump Ba-dump Ba-dump

My heart beat started running wild while my eyes shook continuously.

"Lucien? Are you feeling unwell?", The middle-aged nun asked in a worried tone while pressing her forehead against mine to check my temperature.

"No.....I am alright....", Lucien said, somehow forcing hinself to reply in the calmest voice he could muster.

"Thats good... that's good...."

The nun said in a while gently stroking my back.

"Then let's go back Lucien."

Suddenly pulling herself away from him, the nun started leading him back to the room while tightly holding onto my hand.

Her steps were firm and her hands tightly holding me, leaving no room for discussion.

Slowly opening the door as if to not wake up the children, the nun settled me on my bed before covering ne with the blanket and muttering in my ear with a small voice.

"Never go running at night again understand? Or I will get angry...."

I silently noded my head and quickly burried my face under the blanket.

"Good boy."

The nun smiled and stroked my head one last time before quitely leaving the room.

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After the nun left the room, Lucien kept shaking inside his blanket.

'Close! that was so fcking close!'

Calming down his wildly beating heart, Lucien got himself under control.

'I almost died there.....'

There was only one reason for Lucien's violent reaction.

'That was definitely Hecate! Boss of the tutorial!'

The demon in human skin, a pervert who loves children more than anything in the world.

That was Hecarte the obsessive.

She loved children.

And that is the problem.

Hecarte.

She only loves 'children'.