assistirfilmes Chapter 101.2
Chapter 101.2
sweat dripped down my face, but i couldn’t dwell on it. i no longer had control.
rock, paper, scissors.
i hurriedly threw my hand out.
paper against paper. a tie.
‘huu...’
i barely had time to catch my breath before—
rock, paper, scissors.
“......!”
i missed it.
i failed to respond in time.
‘fuck—’
bracing myself, i gritted my teeth and prepared for whatever came next...
......
huh?
nothing happened.
‘...ah!’
i realized it—my hand had remained raised, holding its position, so it seemed to count as a response.
‘right. i was still holding paper...’
“......”
hold on.
i quickly reviewed the results of every game of rock-paper-scissors i’d played with the ghost so far.
could it be...
rock, paper, scissors.
i kept my hand in the same position.
it was a tie.
rock, paper, scissors.
another tie.
and again...
for the third time, it was a tie.
‘...maybe.’
i swallowed hard.
i had figured out one critical thing.
– the ghost in the mirror does not choose scissors.
that’s why choosing paper always resulted in a tie.
if i played paper, the ghost would have to choose scissors to win. but since it couldn’t, it was forced to choose paper as well, ensuring a tie.
‘but why?’
why couldn’t it choose scissors?
there must be some hidden backstory behind this... or maybe i was just making wild guesses. either way, i decided to focus on the phenomenon itself.
at least now i had a way to defend myself...
rock, paper, scissors.
i quickly extended my hand, once again choosing paper.
if i continued this way—always playing paper—i could guarantee a tie.
‘but i can’t keep this up forever.’
the manual didn’t account for such a scenario, which was even more disheartening.
the conditions remained unchanged.
‘i need to win, just once.’
the solution...
‘if that ghost is ‘the mirror me’ and already knows what i’ll choose,’
...might actually be surprisingly simple.
‘play randomly.’
that’s probably how everyone else got a clear
civilians panicked in fear while playing rock-paper-scissors haphazardly, not even realizing what they were throwing.
field exploration team staff with nerves of steel, who already knew the manual and threw moves absentmindedly.
‘this means it can’t throw rock.’
nor could it throw scissors. the only move left was paper.
scissors versus paper.
“......!!”
i won.
“it worked...!”
bang!
the ghost in the mirror slammed its head against the glass.
bang! bang! bang!
i froze in place, paralyzed.
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the mirror cracked, ripples spreading through it, shards breaking off.
but... but...
the thing inside the mirror—could not escape.
......
the vibrations stopped.
the ghost, which had been smashing its head against the glass, lifted its gaze.
the grin that stretched its mouth moments ago was gone, replaced with an eerie blank expression.
it looked down at its own restrained hands, then its distorted face twisting in frustration.
distorting even further.
into an expression no human could ever mimic.
its bizarre, twisted face stared directly at me before suddenly
hahahaha!!
the ghost cackled madly as it darted out through the open elevator doors inside the mirror.
“.......”
[going down.]
“huuuuu....”
i slumped down into my seat.
the elevator began moving again.
the strange symbols on the floor indicator disappeared, replaced by normal numbers....
[12f]
ding.
[you have arrived at the 12th floor. the doors are opening.]
3- congratulations. you have successfully completed the ritual!
exit on the top floor and locate the nearest window.
if no window is present: proceed to 7.
i survived.
staggering, i stepped out into the dark, desolate hallway.
though it had been daytime when i entered, it now felt as if the sun had long since set. the grim corridor was filled with cracked windows, some taped over, others covered in graffiti.
if i had entered alone before, i would have screamed and fled from this abandoned building.
but now, even the eeriness brought a sense of relief.
i moved toward the nearest window on the opposite side.
though it was filthy and fogged with dust, i didn’t hesitate to place my finger on it.
you are allowed to write any question on the window, and the entity within the mirror would respond.
the answer it provides will always be the truth.
the most pressing question.
the wish i wanted to be granted.
—will the wish ticket elixir from daydream inc. allow me to return to the world i originally came from?
i lifted my finger from the glass.
then, at the bottom of the window, other letters began to slowly appear....
“......!”
the answer to my question.