Death Game Diaries: My Thoughts Are Too Loud

My roommate sets me up. She deliberately forces me into a death-trap survival game. As I shut my eyes and wait for death to take me, I realize that the game's bosses can read my mind.

"Look at the blood spurting from this baby doll's neck. It's like a fountain of pee."

The baby doll is baffled. It's about to launch its ultimate move, but it falters.

"Man, look at how this guy is still sweeping the streets when he's so old. Does he not have a pension?"

The old man is about to swallow me whole, but he suddenly gets a heart attack. An ambulance takes him away.

"Oh, so this is the amusement park's owner. Oh, dear god, he's handsome, albeit a little skinny. I can send him flying with a kick!"

The handsome owner's expression darkens. He instantly takes off his shirt to reveal his washboard abs. "Do you still think I'm skinny?"

"Help! Where am I? I want to go home!"

I heard a woman screaming. As I crawled up from the ground, the system announcement sounded from the speakers.

"Welcome, honored players. Congratulations on being selected to join the Death Game. This instance, named 'Deserted Island Amusement Park,' is rated nine stars in difficulty. Players, do your best to stay alive."

As the sound of the announcement faded, the phones of the more than 20 people present lit up simultaneously, mine included.

The screen turned black, with the words "Deserted Island Amusement Park" glaring in white.

Looking around, I found that the ground beneath me was scorched, and the smell of fish filled the air. In the distance, I could vaguely see a roller coaster and a Ferris wheel creaking and swaying in the wind.

Was this... a death game?

Before I could say anything, a girl in a school uniform next to me burst into tears.

"Nine out of ten stars in difficulty? Just our luck! We get hit with this insane level right after starting the game!"

Standing next to her, a fearless fitness trainer threw a punch at the wall.

The wall cracked open, and a few chunks of plaster fell off before the man was sucked in.

"What happened? Where did he go?"

Panic spread among the crowd. But in the distance, where the mist should have been, a swing had appeared out of nowhere.

A few people rushed over to check, then screamed and ran back. "Oh shit! The guy turned into a swing!"

I was too scared to speak, only watching as the swing seat clearly displayed the man's face.

The crowd fell into silence. Teetering on the edge of panic, they slowly split into two groups.

One group was the veteran players, while I found myself in the new player group. We were all panicking like rats in a sinking ship.

Amid the chaos, I spotted my roommate, Aleena Bullock, now standing with the experienced players.

It was Memorial Day today. Aleena and I had gone up the mountain to pay respects to our ancestors.

On the way back, the bus overturned, and we fell down the mountain.

The next thing I knew, I woke up here.

Before I could voice my doubts, a young man in white stepped into the new player group.

"Alright, everyone, calm down! This game is tough, but I believe that as long as we work together, we can make it out of here. We veteran players will guide you. You just need to follow our lead."

Everyone instantly seemed to have found their anchor. But in the places I couldn't see, a stream of comments flooded the live chat.

"OMG! Look who it is! Delicious is here! My white-clad Prince Charming!"

"With Delicious here, even a nine-star difficulty level should be a breeze!"

"He's so nice. He always helps new players. They're set with him in the team!"

I couldn't see the comments. I was just squeezed into the crowd, listening as the young man in white explained the game.

From his words, I learned that some people who died unexpectedly were brought into this Death Game. If they managed to clear the level, they could extend their lives in the real world. In other words, this was a second chance at life, granted by God.

Suddenly, the system's announcement echoed again. "Please select your skill and pair up with a partner."

The moment the announcement ended, a flurry of golden cards flashed through my mind. I waved my hand mentally.

A gray card landed on my head. It read, "Mind-reading."

The comments flooded the live chat again.

"Did you see that? The young lady got the lowest-level skill."

"I bet ten bags of chips she'll be the first to die today."

I couldn't see the comments, but I noticed that when people saw my skill card, they all stepped back and avoided my gaze.

I quickly counted. There were 21 players in total, meaning one person would be left without a partner.

Just then, the system initiated a 30-minute countdown to form teams.

Naturally, everyone started pairing with someone they knew.

When I tried to find Aleena, she was being rejected by the young man in white. The moment our eyes met, she looked away. Then she lifted her dress and hooked her arm around a muscular man.

Judging by his build, he was much more muscular than the fitness trainer.

Aleena wasn't stupid. In a dangerous game like this, finding a reliable partner was definitely important.

"Sorry, Heidi. I already have a partner. You should find someone else," she squeaked, her tone utterly fake.

As she spoke, the muscular man noticed me. He suddenly shook off Aleena and walked toward me with a lecherous grin.

I took a step back in fear, unable to say a word.

I had a habit. Whenever I got nervous, I would freeze up, my mouth tightening, while my mind raced at lightning speed.

This meant that in moments of danger, all I could do was curse in my head a thousand times while waiting for my inevitable doom with a smile.

What I didn't know was that my mind-reading skill was not the kind where I read others' thoughts. It was the kind where others could read mine.

Right then, everyone—the players, the boss, the viewers—could hear everything I was thinking.

As the muscular man approached me, my legs stiffened, but my brain was running wild, thinking, "I remember Aleena saying that big guys tend to have small manhood."

The man's face immediately turned dark as he glared venomously at Aleena. But my thoughts didn't stop.

"Aleena only went for this guy after the white-shirted guy rejected her. Haha! A backburner even in a game!"

The man's nostrils flared, but I kept going.

"Such a poor guy, being chosen by Aleena. She's cursed! My great-grandma always said that anyone who gets close to her is doomed!"

The man couldn't take it anymore, and the comments couldn't hold back either.

A flood of laughter scrolled across the live chat. That was when I realized everyone was watching me with gleeful expressions.

Aleena ran over, trying to pull the big guy away, but he slapped her hard. "Cursed woman, get away from me!"

Cursed woman? How did he know Aleena's nickname?

Could they know that her first boyfriend died in a car crash, her second jumped off a building, and her third twisted his ankle on a crosswalk, only to get hit by a car and fly 60 feet?

Someone in the crowd burst out laughing.

Only Aleena, fuming with rage, shot me a death glare before slapping me.