"So, should we preorder this new dungeon...?"
Curacao drifted off with a solemn expression. "Uzo's CGs give people nightmares just from looking at them, but what if—what if this new dungeon hides some new development we absolutely need to pay attention to?"
As an intelligence operative, she should understand the importance of every piece of information—even materials tossed into some forgotten corner and seemingly irrelevant could occasionally produce unexpected results.
"More importantly, I remember that in a lot of movies, information missed because of a moment's hesitation often contains the crucial key to something fatal."
"Reality isn't a movie, but there's someone who likes using human lives to write movies. If I end up like those pathetic cannon fodders and unfortunately miss this new plot..."
Curacao clenched her fists and stopped walking.
She had a certain degree of confidence in her skills, but that did not mean she liked being in danger—as an intelligence operative, risks that could be avoided should naturally be avoided by gathering information whenever possible.
And clearly, compared with the death-game scenarios straight out of movies that Bourbon had gone through, curling up at home and comfortably playing a game was much easier.
After an incomparably intense internal struggle, and after standing motionless in the street like a statue for a while, Curacao finally pivoted on her toe, headed back toward the shop she had just passed, and silently placed a preorder.
"Forget it. I'll just treat it as buying a horror game." When she stepped out of the bookstore again, Curacao felt considerably lighter after deciding to just go with it.
The horror games on the market had absolutely no effect on her—ghosts, figures suddenly appearing, bosses launching Sneak Attacks from behind doors... The instant danger appeared, even if she could only glimpse it through