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WELCOME TO LA VIDA 🙂

15 Years and 115 Days

• Quest
• Log
• Added Mods

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[Quest]

• Main Quest

Tutorial (Complete)

CHAPTER 1

☞ Heretic of the City (In Progress)

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[Log]

Day 1

Day 3

Day 8

Day 10

Day 12

Day 18

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[Day 1]

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it!

I don’t remember how I ended up inside this game. I can’t recall who I was before this, or how I got possessed. The only thing I can easily recognize is that this land I’m currently standing on is the setting of the horror game I was playing until recently. Well, that’s because the moment I regained consciousness, everything that passed before my eyes was a four-legged monster with two heads. A hideous creature with two human-like heads attached to a hyena-like body. A level 4 grotesque from “La Vida Blue,” the Double-Headed Broker.

“Ku-eong! Ku-ung!”

Screaming a cry that sounded strangely unlike a human’s, I ran away. I was so startled that my legs trembled and my vision blurred.

Is this a dream? Am I dreaming about encountering monsters from the game while I sleep?

But the sights and sensations are too real for that. In the first place, “La Vida Blue” was a PC game. The sensations I could feel while playing it should be limited to the stimulation of the glowing monitor, the clicking sounds of the mouse and keyboard, and the touch of hard plastic. But where did this sandy desert that sinks up to my ankles and this scorching sun come from…?

For now, I desperately searched for a place to hide and crouched down. Only then could I catch my breath and collapse, sitting down.

Every time I moved, I heard the sound of the sand crunching under me, and I felt like crying.

Whether this is a dream or reality, I wanted to live, so I covered my mouth with my wrist to stifle any sound and trembled, lowering my gaze.

Then, a shadow-like form rippled and filled my vision.

“Gu-uung!”

Crazy. I was so shocked when I saw that.

Startled, I jumped up and stumbled back, but this damned black form followed me. Unable to bear the fear, I fell back with a thud. My body stiffened, and only my tail twitched frantically.

Then, with a twitch of my brow, I had this thought:

Thud?

Tail?

“Gro-oo….”

Gro-oo?

I hurriedly raised my hands. Where smooth hands without calluses should be, only long forearms and hand-shaped black mist wavered. Even if half my brain were missing, I could tell these weren’t human hands. I stared wide-eyed and trembled, then hurriedly examined my body. A black form, whether shadow or mist, emanated from my entire body.

Crazy. In the midst of all this, whether it’s unfortunate or fortunate, I still have a human shape.

Eight fingers total, eight toes total. I had a pair of arms and legs, and I could also walk on two feet. The problem is that it’s not covered in skin like I know it, and a long, spear-tip-shaped tail sprouts from exactly where my tailbone should be and sways.

‘What… is this?’

Why is my body… like this?