Killing the Possessor - Chapter 27
“Recognized?”
I was just looking at it!
Is my eye a camera or something?
[Name: Kim Sae-i
Status: User
Connected World: <Saving the Possessor>
Stage: Chapter 1. Tumultuous Debut
Remaining Stay Period: 10 chapters]
“…What is this?”
As I stood there, baffled by the information that suddenly appeared, a familiar mechanical voice rang in my ear.
[You have received 8 chapters as a gift from ‘Mockingbird’. This will be added to your previously purchased episodes, extending your stay period accordingly.]
“Extended?”
At those welcome words, I quickly stared at the corner where the D-Day was written. As expected, the number next to “D” was changing.
“Whoa!”
[D-12]
[D-13]
“Eh?”
[D-14]
“…Is this it?”
No matter how much I stared, the number next to D-Day stubbornly stayed at 14.
I had received 8 chapters, and yet it only increased by two days. Is this really right?
“Looks like it will be quite an eventful two days.”
I felt disappointed, but decided to take what I could from the small increase.
What was even more ridiculous was—
“The original stay period was 10 chapters … was I given 18 because I bought 18 chapters?”
The message clearly said ‘purchased episodes.’ This 18.
The goal wasn’t to read the story, but to gather clues to finish the game, so I hadn’t bought many chapters. Even then, I skipped through them.
“If I had known, I would’ve bought them all. Damn capitalist world.”
It wasn’t even 50 billion, but a system that was talking about 50 trillion—what could I expect?
“Mockingbird.”
I pondered the sender of the letter that had gifted me 8 chapters of life.
Since they called me Kim Sae-i, not Camilli Mute, they couldn’t be from this world. Mockingbird couldn’t be their real name—was it a nickname? It felt oddly familiar.
“…A secret santa?”
Suddenly, I remembered how I first got into the <Saving the Possessor> game. It was a gift from an anonymous friend as part of a secret santa event.
“Could it be them?”
When I received the gift, I thought it was just from one of my game platform friends. But someone capable of pulling off such an absurd stunt couldn’t be an ordinary person.
Maybe they weren’t even human.
“What kind of person are they?”
Mockingbird.
I muttered the name several times, glaring at the letter with their alias written on it.
It felt like someone was watching me from somewhere. If I ever met them, I vowed to pull out their hair.
* * *
The ten days felt like an eternity, as my life was on the line, dragging by slower than ever.
During that time, the message window, which had been of no help, began to annoy me with the most trivial of things.
[You missed breakfast. Please make sure to eat your meals!]
“…Would you be able to eat if you were me?”
I only had four days left to live, and instead of telling me how to renew my stay, the message kept popping up whenever I tried to skip a meal. It felt like a relentless food demon had attached itself to me.
[You need to get your essential nutrients!]
“Cut it out! Stop blocking my view.”
I sighed, clearly frustrated with the endless messages. I wanted to make sure it heard me, so I muttered aloud.
“And look at the state of this place. Do you think anyone’s here to cook for me?”
I glanced at the bustling house, the activity never stopping. With the second daughter debuting this year, the people of the Mute family were entirely focused on preparing Dahlia for the ball.
Except for one person.
“Not this, bring me my diamond necklace from earlier!”
“The hair needs to be fuller! Where’s the pin?”
“The dress is getting wrinkled! Can’t you move already?”
I gave a disdainful look at Glinda, who never seemed to tire of shouting. If anyone didn’t know better, they might think it was her debut, not her daughter’s.
The loud shouting finally stopped when Glinda finished her own preparations. No matter how much she yelled, Dahlia, sitting next to her like a doll while getting her makeup done, finished her own styling around the same time.
When I saw Dahlia after she was done, I couldn’t help but be impressed.
Her blonde hair, like stretched honey, was neatly braided, revealing her fair neck. She exuded both the pure aura of a young girl and the elegance of a sophisticated woman.
Her large, striking eyes made even a tiara full of cubic stones seem unimportant, and the white dress she wore fit her stunningly, as if it had been made just for her.
Although her brain might have been missing a screw or two, her genetic advantage in appearance was undeniable. Seeing her all done up, she almost looked like a princess from the dress-up games I used to play as a child.
