Chapter 295
Chapter 295: 190
Eric had only ever contacted this fan online before, but he knew the person was not someone who liked to joke around.
He wandered downstairs to the living room, puzzled. He planned to check what was going on with the game, only to discover that his father had somehow already returned.
His father was a game review columnist, and his own love for games was guided by him.
His tough-guy styled father had always been his pride. And although reserved and taciturn, his father always fully respected his choices. Even when he expressed his wish to drop out of school to become a game streamer, his father only repeatedly made sure he had thought it through before providing him with startup funds to begin from scratch.
Even now that he was earning far more than his father, he still held him in high regard.
At the moment, his father, reeking of smoke and with a stubbly beard, was tidying up the game console.
The console had been shut down and put away, but the game disc and even the game case were nowhere to be found, which Eric found utterly bewildering.
âDad, whereâs my game?â
Ericâs father paused, then said, âThat game⊠How far did you get?â
âJust started, why?â
âStop playing it.â
âWhy?â
âItâs not healthy.â
Eric looked at his father in astonishment, finding it hard to believe as he said, âYou didnât say anything when I saw that first porno, but now you tell me a game is unhealthy?â
Ericâs father stepped forward, placed his hands on Ericâs shoulders, and looking sternly into his eyes, he said, âListen, youâre nineteen, a young adult. There are things you really shouldnât be exposed to; this is for your own good. Alright, itâs already eleven oâclock, go to bed.â
âDad⊠this is a commercial gigâŠâ
âIâll explain it for you, go to bed.â
Faced with his fatherâs absolute authority, Eric could only think of walking upstairs.
On the stairs, he saw his father standing by the window, holding a phone and whispering, âYesâŠâ
âHeâs played itâŠâ
âIâve confirmed it, heâs just started⊠Yes, itâs not too late, Iâll watch over him. I know, heâs a sensitive kid, itâs too soon for him.â
âAlright, thatâs all.â
After hanging up the phone, his father didnât leave but instead stood looking out the window, murmuring to himself: ââHeavenly DemonââŠâ
Tiptoeing back to his bedroom, Eric felt increasingly strange.
Lying in bed, he waited until his father was asleep before sneaking downstairs, where he found an old laptop in the basement covered with dust. He booted it up and connected to his mobile hotspot.
Then, he purchased the digital version of âHeavenly Demonâ and began playing again.
In the dark, cramped basement, only the dim light from the laptop in his embrace flickered.
Without a mouse, he could only control the game using the touchpad, but since he had already played once, he sailed through the beginning and quickly reached the early to mid-stage.
It was only at this moment that he understood why this game was categorized as horror.
In the darkness, the Heavenly Demon opened its fierce eyes, and despair from another world captured him, making it impossible for him to break free.
The facade of ease was ripped away. The sweeter the atmosphere before the game, the more despairing it became now.
He watched helplessly as his parents fell into a pool of blood, with a three-meter-tall monster appearing before him, its claws carrying the clothes he had made for his childhood sweetheart.
The tragic death of his relatives filled him with sorrow and anger. The emotional bond formed through two rounds of gaming made him feel double the pain.
At this moment, he was no longer Eric, but the protagonist!
His empathy with the protagonist surged, driving him to pull out his weapon and rush at the enemy without a second thought.
It was a tough fight.
The foe was not just any common soldier, but a formidable, stage-specific boss. If he hadnât cultivated his abilities properly earlier on, he wouldnât stand a chance now.
However, this was Ericâs second time playing the game. He had managed his time well, and although facing the monster was perilous, it wasnât impossible.
Leveraging the skills honed in âHammer of Thor,â after dozens of rounds, he finally chopped off the neck of the monster, with its head falling behind him.
As he watched the monster collapse with a thud, Eric finally felt the thrill of vengeance, but soon he saw the monster revert to human form. The headless body looked all too familiar.
Staring at the familiar figure, Eric froze.
He instinctively wanted to turn around, but someone held his hand.
When he looked up sharply, he saw his father appearing silently in the basement, then restraining his hand to stop him from continuing.
âJust walk away, walk away slowly from here, and donât come back. Remember, what you just killed was a monster disguised as a human, the whereabouts of your childhood sweetheart are still unknown.â
âHow do you know?â
âIâve played this game at the company. I know what happens next, so thereâs no need to look back, keep moving.â
ââŠThank you, dad.â
It was only at that moment that Eric understood the well-intentioned efforts of both his fan and his father.
But it was too late.
He had seen despair, and he knew he couldnât let go of the game until he had completed it.