Hungry!
So hungry!
A sharp pang of hunger suddenly surged through him. Lin Mo's eyes felt glued shut, no matter how hard he tried to open them, and his head felt like it had exploded, his mind in utter confusion.
If he didn't shove something into his mouth soon, he would die before long.
A thought suddenly surfaced in his mind, but it was definitely not his own; it was more as if someone had implanted the idea into his mind.
Lin Mo reached out and groped blindly around him, and actually managed to touch a sticky object.
The thing was round, slightly elastic, and somewhat wet.
Not bothering to wonder what it was, Lin Mo immediately shoved it into his mouth. A metallic tang of blood assaulted his taste buds; just as he wanted to spit it out, he forcibly swallowed it down, repressing his nausea.
A voice in his head told him that no matter what this was, eating it was his only way to survive.
Finally, he felt his strength return a little; his head was no longer so confused, but his eyes began to hurt.
Slowly, he forced his eyes open.
Blurry images gradually grew clear.
First came a towering tree, then more trees of the same type and some bushes.
They were bathed in moonlight; when the wind blew, they rustled from time to time.
"Is it because it's night? My vision... is so poor." Lin Mo said involuntarily.
He seemed not to have recovered from what had just happened; he had not even realized he was already in a strange place.
His eyes still hurt, but strangely, not both eyes—only the left one had this pain.
A gust of wind blew, distorting the shape of the bushes; the wind carried a chill.
Lin Mo hastily pulled his cloak tighter around himself, trying to warm up a bit.
A cloak?
He suddenly realized something was amiss, and looked around.
Why was he wearing a cloak? And, what place was this?
I remember I was telling bedtime stories to the children at the kindergarten, didn't I? Did I accidentally fall asleep while telling them, and this is a nightmare?
No, if this is a dream, what's with this pain?
Lin Mo covered his eyes; the pain was as if someone were playing his nerves like piano keys, pressing down from time to time.
He could guarantee that the suffering he endured today was more varied and more torturous than all the bumps and minor surgeries of his life combined.
No, I need to figure out what's going on.
The children are still napping; if I'm not there, what if bad people break in?
Lin Mo always upheld his professional ethics as a kindergarten teacher.
He suddenly spotted a lake, his eyes lit up, and he scrambled up and jogged toward it.
Upon reaching the lakeside, his head swam again, and he collapsed once more.
What the hell? Just walking a few steps left him this weak.
Normally, the task of carrying water at the kindergarten fell to him alone.
But now, not only did he have something wrong with his head, his body seemed to have problems too.
He raised his arm, and his pupils suddenly constricted.
That arm was slender to an unseemly degree, so thin the bones showed—thinner than any arm he had seen among all the girls he knew.
As if realizing something, he hurried to the edge of the lake and looked at his current appearance.
Just as he had thought, it was a soul transmigration.
He had become her.
On the lake's surface appeared a blond girl wearing a deep red cloak, her complexion yellowish presumably from malnutrition; one eye's pupil gleamed brightly, golden, like a lamp.
Why only describe one eye?
Because the girl's other eye was empty, the blood around it already dried, but that eye could see only a void, like a bottomless black hole. In the lake's reflection, Lin Mo's current appearance was especially creepy.
"What a joke? I've turned into a girl now, and a blind girl at that!" Lin Mo shouted involuntarily, the voice echoing through the forest.
That voice was very pleasant to hear, perfectly showing off all the advantages of a girl's voice.
It seemed Lin Mo was not so unlucky after all.
She had gotten a good voice.
"Calm down, calm down." Lin Mo lightly slapped herself.
Now she was in unfamiliar territory; judging by appearances, it was some unknown forest, and exactly which region was beyond her knowledge. That was already outside her professional scope.
But even as a layperson, she knew she shouldn't shout in the middle of the night.
After all, this was a forest, an unknown forest at that.
Lin Mo squatted down and curled herself into a ball, thinking to conserve her strength, waiting until dawn to see if she could find someone and get out.
She began to think about how to solve her current predicament, but in the end found she had not a clue.
Damn it, she should have studied hard back then, learned some geography or something, so she wouldn't know nothing and be able to do nothing now.
She patted her head; just this light pat made her eyes hurt even more.
Sigh. Who knew what madness had possessed her to major in early childhood education; apart from memorizing a pile of fairy tales to lull children to sleep, she knew nothing.
Now look at her; she certainly couldn't tell herself stories to lull herself to sleep and return to the real world.
Lin Mo began to regret; she didn't know if it was because recalling the past diverted her attention, but the pain vanished for an instant.
It was just that one instant, and her brain suddenly became clear.
Wait, fairy tales!
She suddenly sprang up, looked toward the lakeside again, and touched the brim of her hat.
This outfit, this clothing—wasn't it Little Red Riding Hood from the story!
The moment that thought settled, an ethereal voice came from the air.
That voice was far at the horizon yet right beside her, or rather, sometimes loud, sometimes small.
"Dear invader sir—oh no, madam, congratulations on immersing yourself in the role you play."
"Apas extends to you the warmest welcome here. Welcome to the Fairy Tale World, a 'perfectly flawless' world."
"And now, by my hand, on behalf of the Main God, I shall read to you the Newcomer's Rules."
Miss Lin Mo looked up toward the sky, but saw nothing except a few stars.
"Damn it, still a fantasy world, an instance? Rules creepypasta? It would be fine if I could go back after clearing it, but if this is an infinite flow, then isn't it endless?"
Apart from fairy tales, Lin Mo also enjoyed reading some Western horror stories in her spare time.
The ethereal voice ignored Lin Mo's question and began reading the Newcomer's Rules.
"Invaders entering the Fairy Tale World for the first time will have their fairy tale story and matching role personally selected by the Main God. Invaders will maintain their selected role's identity until death."
"The end of one instance does not mean the end. You will be taken to a prison cell, and every seven days you will enter the next instance, or the next fairy tale."
"New invaders, upon first entering an instance, will randomly draw one ability and receive some items related to the role. Within the instance, invaders cannot lend props to each other; they can only give them as gifts."
"Death in the story is true death."
"Invaders have three ways to clear an instance."
One: Reach the perfect ending.
Two: Complete the Main God's assigned task.
Three: Kill all persons related to the story's plot.
Clearing an instance yields rewards; the richness of rewards obtained from the three methods decreases from top to bottom in order.
"The Newcomer's Rules have now been read in full. As for the remaining rules and intelligence, invaders are requested to dig them up on their own."
"Dear Miss Leona, your initial instance is 'Little Red Riding Hood,' and your initial role is Little Red Riding Hood."
"May the Main God bless you with many wonderful memories in the days to come."
"Now, issuing the Main God's assigned task for you."
The ethereal voice stopped here; a line of black text floated in the air, coming before Lin Mo.
Main God Task: Kill Grandma.
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