Being Bullied and Bullying Others Are Part of the Game-If You Don't Like It, Don't Play (1/4) (continued)

Even if she did not enjoy playing them, Bronya had collected everything in each of those games and cleared them on Madhouse difficulty.

She could not understand casual players like Theresa.

Though they both played games and their preferred genres overlapped somewhat, the gap between Bronya and Theresa was immense, beyond comparison.

Bronya had lost interest.

Theresa had no idea that she had narrowly escaped disaster by sheer chance in her sleep. Sleeping face-down put pressure on her chest, so little Theresa slept very uneasily, her slender brows faintly furrowed. But it was not enough to wake her, and she slept heavily until the next morning.

Unexpectedly, Theresa did not stay in bed.

She rubbed her eyes and first noticed where she was. Her expression immediately brightened, as though waking up somewhere familiar were an immense blessing.

Theresa had only wanted to bring them together. She had never realized that one day, she herself would be kicked out of the house.

Quietly opening the door, Theresa spotted Bronya on the sofa.

She sat upright on the sofa, holding a controller in her hands and wearing her cat-ear headphones, fully focused on clearing the game.

The game was called "Resident Evil 7," and Theresa had struggled through it for half a month.

At that moment, the sky in the game had already brightened. The protagonist was sitting in a helicopter, watching a recording left behind by his wife. This signaled that the game was about to end. Once the ending music finished, Bronya's rating would appear.

Ah, this...

Theresa rubbed her eyes and stared at the results screen that popped up on the TV: an S+ rating, 0 deaths, 0 reloads, 0 healing items used, a total time of one hour and thirty-six minutes, difficulty: Madhouse.

Was she even human?!