TDU Chapter 241
Chapter 241 My Name is Han Yimo
My name is Han Yimo.
I told the truth.
No, actually, I might have slightly distorted the truth.
But it doesn’t matter anymore...
Can someone please come and save me?
F*cking hell, my life is stuck!
Why?!! Can anyone tell me why this is happening?
Why am I forever stuck in this same day?!
It must be a curse, right? Yes, it has to be a curse caused by that incident. Otherwise, I can’t explain this phenomenon at all. But that incident really isn’t my fault. I’ve deeply realized my mistake.
The problem is, no one is giving me a chance for redemption!
As the administrator of an old forum, watching the viewership decline every day, I am more anxious than anyone else. I really didn’t think things through at the time. I just wanted to bring more traffic to the forum.
So, I found a photo of a beautiful woman online, made up a story on a whim. Although the story was a bit distasteful, I swear, I was the one who made it up. The girl didn’t even know the old man by her side.
But who would have thought that girl and I lived in the same city?! Who could have imagined that my made-up story would spread faster than a plague?!
I deleted the post as soon as possible, but the netizens went out of control… They were like hungry leeches, and when they stumbled upon a piece of bloody, tempting flesh, they pounced without a second thought.
Countless people called the girl a slut, a prostitute, the modern-day Pan Jinlian[1]. Some even swore up and down that they had slept with her, one after another, speaking with such confidence. They even posted a few pictures where a girl’s face was barely visible.
I never imagined that human nature could be so vile. So, I immediately posted a statement, confessing the previous story was fabricated, and that the girl in the photos had nothing to do with the old man.
But my post clarifying things barely got any views, and quickly sank to the bottom.
I couldn’t stop the netizens from hunting her down, and I even heard that many found her home and spray-painted vulgar words all over her walls.
The girl couldn’t bear the endless insults and rumors both online and in real life, and eventually, she took her own life.
And that was the day my curse began.
Three hours after her death, the earth itself began to tremble, as if enraged by the gods.
I clearly remember dying in that earthquake, but when I turned around, I found myself dreaming. I dreamt I had entered a strange room.
What happened next was too terrifying—the game in that room was called {Liar}, and the eight of us sat together, having to vote out the liar among us.
No matter who I chose, I would always be cruelly killed by that goat mask.
This dream felt too real.
After being killed in the dream, I would return to the day before the earthquake, watching as the girl was relentlessly slandered, then receiving news of her suicide, only to die again in the earthquake, and then dream once more.
Day after day, my life was stuck in a loop.
What kind of curse is this?
Why is this curse so powerful?
Was I hexed by someone?!
I reached my limit after being killed by that goat mask more than ten times.
I decided to find a way to break the cycle.
If I couldn't break free from this day, I would absolutely have a mental breakdown.
Since my curse was linked to this girl, I decided to try to save her in the real world. After all, I was trapped in the same day, and I knew everything that happened in it.
Using the information dug up by netizens, I arrived at the girl's house, which had already been defiled beyond recognition by those self-proclaimed {righteous crusaders}. Red paint was splattered all over the door, and the walls were covered in slurs like {slut}.
When I knocked on the door, the first thing I saw was the girl's parents, fully armed. Their eyes were bloodshot, their hair disheveled, and they held kitchen knives and spatulas, as if ready to fight to the death.
I explained my purpose to them, but they didn’t believe me. Only when I mentioned that I was the {rumormonger} did their expressions change.
I thought they would let me see the girl, but instead, her father killed me with a single strike.
I’ve invited this calamity upon myself, and now I can’t escape it.
Who can comprehend the depth of my despair?
Even after being killed, I couldn’t escape this curse—Shit, I was dreaming again!
That same cursed room! The same eight people! The same {Liar} game! The same death!
F*ck, someone tell me how to choose!
I am the damn liar!
This game has so many loopholes—whether everyone chooses me or not, I’m still going to die.
I suspect that this game exists solely to kill me.
During that period, I was on the brink of insanity. Every time I opened my eyes, it was either before the earthquake or in that dark room. No matter what I did, I would die. It felt like the Grim Reaper had a scythe pressed against my throat, forcing me to perform radio calisthenics. The moment I moved, I died. If I stayed still, I died as well.
I felt like I was about to collect every form of death in this world.
To escape this terrifying state, to avoid receiving the news of that girl's tragic fate, every time I woke up, I locked myself in the wardrobe.
I knew avoidance wasn't a good solution, but I couldn't think of a better plan.
But gradually, in the pitch-black darkness, I began to see her photo. It was like it had been etched into my eyeballs, an image I couldn’t shake.
After a while, I began to hear the girl’s voice. She whispered in my ear, telling me how much she hurt, how unjustly she had died.
A few days later, I started to feel as though she would stand beside me in the darkness.
I’ve never been so terrified in my life.
Since then, I haven’t been able to enter enclosed or dark spaces anymore... because that girl’s apparition would appear, telling me just how unjust her death was.
Yes, I know you died unjustly... I’ve been trying to save you!
It wasn't until I had gone through around thirty cycles that I finally managed to save her. But the cost of this salvation was heavy, as I had to kill her parents, the ones who had constantly blocked me from meeting her.
I know I’ve gone mad. In order to save one person, I ended up killing two.
But did I have a better choice?
No, I didn’t. If I didn’t save this girl who was about to take her own life, my curse would never be broken.
I told her everything was my fault, hoping she could forgive me, but her mental state seemed to have deteriorated. She quickly became delirious.
She must have been suffering from severe depression, with nothing but suicidal thoughts clouding her mind.
After repeating the cycle a few more times, I finally found the right way to save this girl.
First, I will kill her parents, then tie the girl up and restrain her. Next, I will stuff a towel in her mouth to prevent her from biting her tongue and taking her own life. If possible, it would be best to sever her limbs, as that would be the safest option.
Is this perverted?
Yes, extremely perverted.
Although I seem just like a twisted murderer, the irony is... I am doing this to save the girl’s life.
But what the hell is this curse?!
I clearly saved the girl, I clearly kept her alive!
Yet the earthquake still came!
I’m back in the room from my dreams again!
The voting is happening again! It's back again!
Get away from me!
Ahhhhhhhhh!
Who can come and save me?!
After going through about eighty cycles, I’ve completely given up on the idea of saving that girl.
Because I realized that no matter how many times I save her, that terrifying earthquake and nightmare will still come.
At that point, another thought began to form... What if my curse had nothing to do with the girl?
What if the nightmare at night was the real curse?
In order to escape, I would need to solve the {Liar} game in the dream.
This idea reignited my spirit.
Could it be that I kept returning to this day because I failed to choose the correct {Liar}?
TL Note: Man, you thought Xiao Ran was messed up, but writer is also pretty f*cked in the head XD
Footnote:
[1] Pan Jinlian (潘金莲) - a fictional character in the 17th-century Chinese novel Jin Ping Mei (The Plum in the Golden Vase), and a minor character in Water Margin, one of the Four Great Classical Novels of Chinese literature. She is an archetypal femme fatale and one of the most notorious villainesses of classical Chinese culture. Kinda similar to Madame Bovary.
