Chapter 107.2

Chapter 107.2

[Part 2/4]

As I was contemplating that, I heard the sound of a sliding shoji door from behind. I slowly turn around, accompanied by a strong sense of unease.

A tall man holding a creepy chainsaw and a Nanban clown with white makeup and red hair and nose were standing there. Well, they clearly looked like Jason and Pennywise.

(Oh, come to think of it, the author of this room was a fan of foreign horror.)

I remember such a thing with a sense of escaping from reality. A pursuit of humans rather than dogs. The space of those who drive people. This room, which seemed to play around with the theme, was surprisingly dangerous.

'Vroom Vrooom!!'

'Ahahahaaha!'

The big man revs the chainsaw while shouting. The clown, with a wide grin, lets out peculiar laughter. And I shout at the kids.

"Alright... Run!!"

And now, the chase of humans has resumed.

* * *

"Cough, cough... Haah... Haah... Damn it, I can't take it anymore! Absolutely!!"

Shishimai Asami, carried by the waves on the sandy beach, continued to curse as much as she could while coughing. And there was Tamaki, in a form being carried on her back. Both of them were drenched to a pitiful extent.

After escaping from a swarm of bats by smashing through the ceiling of a cave, the price they had to pay was being submerged in the cold sea. The roots of this story extend from novell bìn origin.

Shishimai swam through an underground lake while assisting Tamaki, who was struggling with an injured leg. And they arrived at this shore. How did they go from an underground lake to the shore? Such reasoning didn't hold much meaning in this place. Inside the monster's (Mayoiga) belly, everything was beyond the boundaries of common sense and reason.

"Cough! Cough!? Are you okay? Are you alive?... Ah, d*mn it! She's unconscious!"

Shishimai noticed that Tamaki was suffocating and losing consciousness, so she dropped her onto the sand. She hugged her from behind to administer first aid, patting her back. She forcefully opened her mouth to secure her airway and pounded her chest. She did it over and over again.

"Geho!? Ugh!! Blegrh!!?"

After a while, Tamaki suddenly began coughing. She spat out water from her mouth. She continued coughing and gasping for breath, taking in shallow breaths.

"Alright! You're alive, right? Do you know your name?"

"What was that...?"

In the darkness of the cave, while drowning, a fleeting scene flashed through her mind, causing Tamaki's expression to darken. Was it a delusion? A hallucination? Or... she didn't know. It was too ambiguous, too blurry. Was that scene something she had created, a memory from her childhood, or something completely different? She didn't know. She couldn't tell.

"Hey, what are you just standing there for!? Come on, let's go already!!"

"Huh!? W-Wait!"

Called out loudly once again, Tamaki snapped back to her senses. She started running along the sandy beach to catch up with Shishimai, leaving the hill behind. But as soon as she reached the top, she stopped in her tracks, captivated by the sight before her.

"This is..."

Before Tamaki's eyes stretched a vast land of sand, an expanse of desert...

* * *

"Alright, it worked!!... Ouch, that hurts!?"

'('∀ ') We have arrived!! (. >д<) Ow!?'

Having successfully eluded the pursuers who seemed to anticipate our every move, I performed the ritual in the kitchen... throwing salt while performing the Awa Dance and tossing daikon radishes in the corridor... And right after, the scenery in my field of vision suddenly spun around and transformed. I confirmed the sudden change and shouted with joy, only to end up falling on my backside and hurting my back. Ouch... that hurts...

"Ow... Are you all okay? Did anyone get left behind?"

"W-We somehow...?"

"M-My butt..."

"Ugh..."

Until a moment ago, the kids were taken aback by my eccentric behavior, but now they were rubbing their own behinds just like me. Well, as long as nobody got left behind, I don't care.

"Well then... Ouch, that hurts... We managed to find a good spot."

Getting up while rubbing my backside, I wrinkled my nose at a certain smell. At the same time, I relaxed my mouth as I surveyed the surroundings.

Performing that shitty ritual in the kitchen of the 'Room of the Pursuer' area allowed us to access three rooms. Which room we could go to was purely luck-dependent. Well... it seemed like we had successfully translocated to the best of the three rooms.

In games, player refer to safe areas as "safe spots," and according to that definition, this room undoubtedly fell into that category.