Chapter 1: Red Clothes. I

Red Clothes. I

"Ding—Loading world—" A cold, mechanical voice rang in her ears, leaving Yuanxi's head feeling a bit dazed. She slowly opened her eyes, seeing only darkness, yet her brain remained in a state of system crash.

Such familiar words... Yuanxi was stunned for a moment.

Wait... Is this a system sound? Did she transmigrate into a book? No way, she couldn't be that unlucky, right?!

Just as she was thinking this, the voice appeared again.

"Ding—Welcome player Yuanxi to the dungeon 'Red Clothes'. The number of players has been detected to meet the requirements. The game officially begins. Wishing all players a pleasant game."

Ah, this... A game? A dungeon? A guess popped into Yuanxi's mind, and then her whole body was teleported into an eerie room.

She didn't end up in a horror game, did she...

Yuanxi was a tiny bit panicked: It's over, it's over. I'd rather have transmigrated into a book!

Wait, according to the laws of novels, she should at least be the protagonist...

Come to think of it, it really seems to be the case. At least that's how it's written in all the novels she's read.

Hey, doesn't that mean she has an indestructible golden body? What is there to be afraid of? No need to be afraid anymore!

Having figured everything out, she began to observe her surroundings at a leisurely pace. After all, she wouldn't kick the bucket—or rather, she wouldn't kick the bucket unless it was from old age.

Just after observing the room, the corner of her mouth twitched.

Is this the hallmark of a horror game? Look at all this bright red in the room, and look at that "Double Happiness" character pasted on the wall. Is it really going to be this cliché right from the start?

Yuanxi even began to guess if the backstory of this horror dungeon would be something like a scumbag taking advantage of a naive young girl, seeking new pleasures after using her, and then abandoning her.

Just as Yuanxi had already produced a novel of over a hundred thousand words in her mind, she suddenly caught sight of an antique wooden box. The box was placed on a vanity table; it had no intricate patterns, only a small lock hanging on it, making it look out of place among the many gorgeous ornaments, as if it were intentionally reminding her to look at it.

Yuanxi walked toward the vanity table out of curiosity.

The moment she picked up the box, she smelled a unique woody fragrance that made her heart feel at peace and involuntarily calmed her mind. Even though Yuanxi wasn't a very clever person, she understood that it was definitely not an ordinary box.

Unfortunately, Yuanxi fiddled with it for a long time but couldn't find a way to open it. The main thing was that the lock on the box looked well-made, and as a total scrub, she couldn't perform the high-level operation of picking a lock with a wire; yet, with her questionable intelligence, she couldn't find where the key was at all.

In the end, Yuanxi had to give up the idea of opening it.

Yuanxi: Sigh, although I am the protagonist, I am still a useless protagonist.

Yuanxi looked at other parts of the room again.

"This thing is so strange." Yuanxi frowned.

A pair of red embroidered shoes had appeared on the floor at some point, with the tips of the shoes pointing directly at her. Yuanxi carefully walked to the side of the shoes and crouched down, intending to examine them, when she suddenly felt a chill behind her. She turned around quickly, but there was nothing there.

Oh my god, it wouldn't be a ghost, would it!!

How exciting!!

"Ding—Memory fragment 'Origin' triggered. Would you like to view it?" The mechanical voice sounded again, and a blue control panel suddenly appeared before Yuanxi's eyes:

View "Origin"?

*Yes

*No

Yuanxi pressed "Yes" without hesitation. The moment her finger touched the panel, the scene before her eyes twisted rapidly and gradually turned into a black shadow.

————Author's Note————

This work is purely fictional and does not reflect any real-world things (locations, people, events, etc.).

... Also, my writing style is very poor..