63. Counterkill

That was Naughty Cat's second game.

The first game had been a solo battle.

With her timid appearance, Naughty Cat had successfully fooled everyone. No one had taken her seriously.

She had even been "forced" to agree to go undercover with another player.

In the end, the two of them had killed all the other players together.

Naughty Cat had not only completed the task brilliantly, she had also kept the fact that she had triggered the Hidden Storyline a secret. Just when her "partner" thought victory was assured, she had successfully crept up behind him and plunged the "poison" syringe she had obtained into the back of his neck, injecting him with it.

Then, while he despaired, she picked up the dagger from the ground and stabbed him over a dozen times in the heart.

She had survived on her own.

"Mm... haha..."

"Why... why is the guilt so overwhelming...!!!"

"Hahaha... mm... haha..."

She laughed and cried, her expression horribly twisted.

She had killed someone, completely betraying her own sense of justice.

But that feeling of betraying herself, the blade piercing his body, and seeing those people who were countless times stronger than her now lying in pools of blood, reduced to cold corpses-

It had made her so excited that her body trembled uncontrollably. She wanted to experience it again!!!

Winning alone, defeating people who were countless times stronger than her...

That feeling...

It was simply, simply...

Wonderful!

She was like a Madman.

Perhaps the experience had shocked her too deeply. After leaving the game, she had run a high fever for three days straight, and then it was as if a cloud had descended over her mind. She couldn't remember anything at all!

She couldn't even remember how she had survived the previous Death Game.

But now,