Nightmare Game
Copyright© 2025 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 129
After hashing out their next moves, the pair swapped intel.
From the sounds of it, both men’s and women’s camps had mirrored ordeals: purples “correcting” greens, followed by The Fire of Judgment wiping out all convicts.
This hinted that every level, men’s side or women’s, replayed the same grim script.
If confirmed, no need to hunt unique patterns per floor—focus on what set levels apart.
Still, differences emerged: men’s logs came from greens.
Women’s from purples.
Per Maya, these purples arrived memory-wiped too.
But a voice whispered ceaselessly, urging them to correct greens for atonement, culminating in The Fire of Judgment’s burn to purge original sin.
Memoryless, they stayed lucid—except an uncontrollable bloodlust for “sin,” as if born for it.
They were sin’s erasers, yet their existence screamed sin.
It defied reason, yet none questioned; pondering it split heads with pain.
They surrendered quick, madness sprouting within; resist, and the urge swelled.
When it burst, they unleashed their nature, sinners fulfilling grim duty.
They believed the voice: correct, and holy flames would cleanse, birthing them anew.
Ethan stroked his chin, weaving current threads.
First, sidelining the fourth level, just dissecting the fifth.
Greens and purples shared traits: memory loss, deemed sinful, overthinking brought agony.
The tide hit both indiscriminately; whether The Fire of Judgment torched greens was iffy—after all, it surfaced post-greens’ deaths.
Unclear if greens’ end summoned it.
That green’s log ended with a warning clearly not the author’s hand.
Of course, differences: both amnesiac, unsure of past crimes, but purples heard inciting whispers.
Less incitement, more implanted rationale, justifying their deeds.
Finally, the flame giant’s name: broadly The Fire of Judgment, but purples called it “holy fire.”
That jarred; the voice likely tied to The Fire of Judgment—perhaps the system’s architect.
Ethan’s biggest puzzle: if the Prison hid a system-shaper, who? Why?
Logically, the warden topped the chain, wielding ultimate control over Abyss Prison.
He’d be prime suspect for crafting rules.
But that raised contradictions.
Like guards blind to The Fire of Judgment and tide, auto-filtering related info.
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