The First-Floor Roommate Doesn't Die (5)

I lowered my head and looked down at my feet.

“Phew..”

Fortunately, my feet were attached normally.

Inside the horror story with the roommate anomaly, I had thought my feet were bent in the wrong direction.

I had apparently even tried to twist my ankles backward, even if it meant breaking my bones..

“..Well, I guess this is what happens when you craft something using living materials..”

Because I had used the living roommate as crafting material.

The roommates that had turned into bracelets must have been trying to erode me until I became an existence just like them.

“..Fuck, this is the first time in my life I’ve had to thank the word ‘fuck’ for saving my life.”

In my own way, I had roughly 350 Mentality when I was subjected to the mental attack.

Even while the roommate was consuming my body, seeing the word ‘Tlqkf’ must have allowed me to come to my senses.

“Can I get revenge or something?”

Now that I had already recognized the words ‘the world inside the mirror,’ would it be all right for me to enter the horror-story dungeon where the roommate existed again?

I briefly wondered whether it might be okay as long as I wasn’t wearing the corrupted bracelet, but..

“..Looks like I can’t go back in.”

Since I had no certainty that I would be able to clear that horror story if I went back in.

I couldn’t risk my life on a pointless gamble, so I decided to give up on clearing that horror-story world.

‘Someone else will clear it someday.’

It would be a lie to say I wasn’t disappointed in many ways.

But since I had learned so much new information, I decided to believe without a doubt that someone would clear that horror-story dungeon someday.

That aside..

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[A Summary of What Happened Inside The First-Floor Roommate.]

I used up all my remaining crafting attempts and kept crafting things with the roommate.

Maybe because I used the living roommate as material, the items began eating me.

My consciousness gradually became more like the roommate’s.

Then what I’d seen in the community happened, yeah.

Inside, I became aware of a ‘certain word’ and performed a ‘certain action,’ and my consciousness was completely taken over.

If the administrator says it’s okay to reveal the details related to ‘that certain thing,’ I’ll make them public.

After that.. I came to my senses thanks to the person who always humors Anonymous 1 bombarding me with DMs..

While I was under the mental attack, seeing a word that made me think, ‘Huh? Something seems wrong,’ helped me regain a little clarity.

Once I came to my senses, I pressed Return.

Thanks, Anon 1.

[Comments - 11]

Anonymous 1 : If you’re grateful, hurry up and send me a titty pic.

ㄴ Poster : Ah, please, seriously, isn’t this supposed to be a wholesome moment? Huh?

Anonymous 2 : Wow.. So Daebung turned a living anomaly into an item..?”

ㄴ Anonymous 3 : That’s how it looks to me too.

ㄴ Anonymous 1 : It’s nothing unusual.

ㄴ Anonymous 5 : So that’s why the roommate went dark and tried to eat Daebung ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Anonymous 4 : Thank goodness you made it back alive, Daebung.

ㄴ Anonymous 3 : For real, I still remember how fucking creepy it was when Daebung suddenly started talking to the anomaly.

Anonymous 6 : djffms ehfdkdhk wlrma QKffl dhkdigo

ㄴ Anonymous 1 : ? Isn’t this your second ban already?

ㄴ Anonymous 4 : Wait, I already called the head mod.

ㄴ Anonymous 5 : Why the hell is that anomaly bitch actually using a VPN? No matter how many times we ban it, it keeps crawling back in; fuck;

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‘Is that roommate bastard.. ..really using something like a VPN..?’

Even now, the administrator kept banning it.

Yet the roommate anomaly kept coming to my posts, even creating new accounts to do so..

The fact that it kept showing up with new accounts even after being banned was starting to creep me out a little.

‘The administrator said.. they were checking the reason first, so..’

Just as I was hoping the community administrator would find a lawful way to deal with it.

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[(Notice) We have completely blocked the first-floor roommate from continually coming here with new accounts.]

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“As expected of the head mod!”

Fortunately, I saw a post saying that the head mod had handled this matter well again.

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[(Notice) We have completely blocked the first-floor roommate from continually coming here with new accounts.]

After checking the IP address used by the first-floor roommate, which kept logging in through different accounts.

We confirmed that it was identical to the IP addresses of the challengers who had entered The First-Floor Roommate Doesn’t Die horror story in the past.

The roommate had absorbed the challengers it killed and was using the community, so we blocked all IP addresses belonging to challengers who died in The First-Floor Roommate horror-story dungeon.

The roommate will no longer be visible on the community.

Thank you.

[Comments - 5]

Anonymous 1 : Wow.. ..So it had been using all the advance-team members who died during that time as hosts..

Anonymous 2 : That fucking bitch just gave us one more reason we absolutely have to clear it.

Anonymous 3 : May they rest in peace.

Anonymous 4 : Good work, head mod. I’ll transfer your fee during Interaction.

Anonymous 5 : The head mod works hard every time. I’ll send a generous amount this time too, so put it to good use.

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“..Ah.”

Now that I knew the truth, I felt a little conflicted.

Among the many bracelet items strewn across the floor.. the advance team.

In other words, it meant that some of the seniors who had sacrificed their lives to bring back information that would let me survive inside The First-Floor Roommate Doesn’t Die might be among them.

“I’m sorry, seniors..”

I carefully gathered the broken bracelets I’d tossed onto the floor and placed them on the dining table.

Then I quietly looked down at the broken bracelets.

‘..It feels like a waste to throw them away like this..’

If I kept using the corrupted bracelets, the roommate would surely consume me completely, so I couldn’t use the items, but..

Still, it felt like a bit of a waste to simply throw away these items that raised my Mentality by a total of 196.

‘What should I do with these..?’

I wondered whether there was some way to purify or exorcise the items, or something like that..

“..I’m tired.”

Perhaps because the tension of thinking I’d come back from the dead had finally drained away, I realized my body was growing extremely drowsy.

I decided to leave disposing of those items to my future self after I woke up from a nap.

…

“Ah!.. Fuck, a dream..”

I woke up without realizing it after dreaming that the roommate anomaly had caught me.

“..How can it torment me even in my dreams..”

Since the nightmare had snapped me fully awake despite my fatigue, I habitually opened the Status Window.

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Mentality: 238 / 238

[Available Return Attempts] : 1

[Available Crafting Attempts] : 1

Input:

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I was just going to check the gallery for a moment, like looking at my phone before going back to sleep, to see if there were any interesting posts..

‘Nice and full.’

Seeing that I had one crafting attempt available, which appeared each time I slept and woke up.

Suddenly.

‘..But what happens if I combine a bracelet with a bracelet?’

I began wondering what would happen if I combined one corrupted bracelet with another corrupted bracelet.

Why was there that saying?

That adding negativity to negativity creates positivity.

If I added a corrupted bracelet to a corrupted bracelet, mightn’t I get an uncorrupted bracelet?

Mathematically speaking, multiplying a negative by a negative makes a positive, too.

‘Oh, I have to try it.’

I immediately placed my hands on the bracelets lying on the table and pressed the Craft button.

I watched as the sixteen corrupted bracelets, broken apart in various places, were absorbed whole into the Status Window.

‘Let’s see.’

With a little anticipation, I opened IY, hoping something useful would come out.

‘Wow..’

I realized.

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[Corrupted Necklace]

This is a necklace crafted from a corrupted entity.

It raises the user’s maximum Mentality by 196.

--

‘Why does nothing ever work out the way I want it to..’

The Craft button performed addition, not multiplication.

Adding a negative to a negative.. only produces an even bigger negative..

“...”

I silently read the description, then took the necklace item out of IY.

“It looks ominous as hell..”

It wasn’t as though simply holding it made my mind deteriorate, or anything like that.

But like the corrupted bracelets, this item was clearly something that would gradually consume me over time.

‘..I should just give this to the anomaly in the Vellieard Library.’

I decided to give this necklace to the Vellieard Library anomaly later as a dump-off—no, as a heartfelt gift.

I casually left the necklace on the table and was about to lie down to sleep again when..

‘..Damn it, seriously. If I hadn’t had that nightmare, I wouldn’t have wasted my crafting attempt like this.’

I felt irrationally irritated at the First-Floor Roommate anomaly for leaving me in such a physically and mentally weakened state.

Since I wasn’t inside the horror-story dungeon anyway.

I was about to use the camera’s Enhancement to apply all kinds of negative debuffs..

‘..No. No, no, no.. Wait a second. ..Could this work?’

Wait a second..

Could this work?

Would this work..?

Hmm..

..Should I try it?

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Mentality: 34 / 434

[Available Return Attempts] : 1

[Available Crafting Attempts] : 0

Input:

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[Administrator, was The First-Floor Roommate Doesn’t Die cleared?]

Same as title.

[Comments - 23]

Anonymous 1 : What? Did Daebung clear it and come back out?

ㄴ Poster : Nope.

ㄴ Anonymous 1 : Huh? Then who went in?

ㄴ Poster : Dunno?

ㄴ Anonymous 1 : Then why are you asking?

ㄴ Poster : Just curious.

Anonymous 2 : Daebung.. I’m asking just in case, but you didn’t go back in, did you?

ㄴ Poster : Of course not. Do you think I’d go back in there if I were crazy?

ㄴ Anonymous 2 : Yeah.. If it were you..?

ㄴ Poster : ..Why do you all have such a strange impression of me?

Anonymous 3 : Daebung has started spinning a new plot thread.

ㄴ Anonymous 4 : The dead of night.. Perfect time to spin a plot thread..

Anonymous 5 : Is the head mod not here? Whew.. I’m dropping a lewd pic.

ㄴ Anonymous 1 : What? That’s my line. Give it back.

ㄴ Administrator : I am.

ㄴ Anonymous 5 : D’oh.

Anonymous 4 : Looks like Daebung was just curious after entering and leaving a horror-story dungeon for the first time. Daebung~ Are you going to keep acting lewd like this?? Are you going to keep making it obvious you’re a clueless newbie?!?!?!?!?!?!?

ㄴ Anonymous 6 : Whoa, this bastard’s taking off his pants—stop him.

Administrator : ?

ㄴ Anonymous 1 : ? What is it now? Why are you reacting like that?? Head mod?

ㄴ Anonymous 2 : ?? Why the head mod?

ㄴ Anonymous 4 : ..No way. ..Could it be? Could it really????

ㄴ Administrator : ..It has been cleared. ..How did you do it..?

ㄴ Anonymous 1 : ??????????????????????

ㄴ Anonymous 2 : ????????????????????

ㄴ Anonymous 4 : ????????????????????????????????

ㄴ Poster : ??????????????????????????

ㄴ Anonymous 1 : ?

ㄴ Anonymous 3 : No, no, Daebung, if you ask the question and then panic yourself, doesn’t that defeat the point?

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“Oh..”

When I took off the necklace I had been wearing and put it back on the table.

I realized it after seeing the administrator’s comment.

“..How did this actually work..”

The act of deleting the roommate’s photo that I had taken with the camera before leaving the horror story.. which I had just done.

It had really ‘deleted’ the First-Floor Roommate from this universe forever..

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[(Notice) At 02 : 17, The First-Floor Roommate Doesn’t Die has been confirmed cleared.]

[Our hero, God Daebung Ah.. Is he a god?]

[Didn’t we unlock another part?? Didn’t our Interaction area expand too??]

[I’m looking forward to the next Interaction!!!!]

[Daebung, seriously, how did you do it???]

[Cleared? The First-Floor Roommate Doesn’t Die has been cleared??]

[(Breaking News) The First-Floor Roommate Doesn’t Die -> Found dead]

[Administrator, was The First-Floor Roommate Doesn’t Die cleared?]

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“Oh.. I’m tired, so I should sleep some more for now.”

Since my revenge had succeeded, I could finally sleep soundly with both legs stretched out.

“Aaaaaah!.. Ah.. a dream.. Ah.. whew.. It was a dream.. ..No, but fuck.. ..Even if she’s a woman, still. The roommate is an anomaly..”

Another horrifying nightmare descended upon me once again.