Nightmare Game
Copyright© 2025 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 41
[Log Three]
[Mrs. Blackwood occasionally lets me return home. Seeing my wife and daughter is my greatest solace now.]
[Yet I dread those visits too. My bloodstained hands feel like they’d only taint their purity.]
[What drove me to this point?]
[If I could turn back time, I’d steer clear of that world entirely.]
[Log Three] (It seems duplicated in the original, but perhaps a continuation.)
[You can’t hide the truth forever. My odd behavior raised suspicions at home; my wife even checked my old workplace and learned I’d quit long ago.]
[I know one lie breeds more, but I was cornered.]
[For the first time, I argued with my wife, not out of anger, but fear of her discovering my deeds.]
[Regret and guilt consumed me. I desperately wanted to wrap up these experiments and reclaim a normal life.]
[Back in the lab this time, I sped up the work.]
[Learning from the last failure, I edited and recombined genes from both sides to boost compatibility.]
[After some time, progress surged. I successfully merged extracted Vile Gaze genes with a subject.]
[The hybrid held stable, retaining human form with some Vile Gaze traits, unlike the prior monster flop.]
[This breakthrough thrilled me; success meant freedom from Mrs. Blackwood’s pact.]
[But I’d observe the subject longer to confirm.]
[Log Four]
[Damn it, how could this happen?]
[Days later, the subject shed hair, skin flaking like paper at a touch.]
[Beneath emerged grayish, hardened hide.]
[The head deformed, ears, nose, and eyes melting like mud in water.]
[After reshaping, only a massive single eye and fanged mouth remained.]
[It lost human consciousness, intellect plummeting.]
[Essentially a vastly weakened Vile Gaze. Headache-inducing failure again.]
[I iterated improvements countless times, yielding little success, churning out more duds.]
[For management, I named these failures.]
[Progress crawled. Every method failed, leading to one conclusion: human-Vile Gaze compatibility sucks, unless finding an exceptionally matched individual.]
[I nervously shared this with Mrs. Blackwood, hoping for shutdown. Shockingly, she agreed without fuss.]
[Log Five]
[I trusted a devil’s word again; how utterly foolish of me.]
[When Mrs. Blackwood brought my wife to the lab, rage boiled in my chest. I wanted to tear her apart.]
[I accused her of betrayal; she just mocked me.]
[She claimed no coercion, that my wife consented freely, making it a fair agreement, no breach.]
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