The Crimson Game Chapter 16

Tank didn't notice this detail. He looked at both of us with deep emotion.

Seeing him about to get all mushy with his "tough guy being soft" routine, I quickly moved away.

The previously arrogant bald man vanished in an instant.

We three piled our items in the middle.

Tank handed me the urn and gave the girl the protective face mask.

These were exactly the last two items the girl and I needed.

Guess that creep really was a delivery boy. Thanks, buddy.

Just as we finished dividing the equipment, the speaker announced: "Item collection complete. Changing venues."

We returned to the dark red hall.

Following my card number, I found the bride I needed to dress, arranging all my items on the vanity table.

I put white gloves on the bride's hands and stuffed the urn into her arms.

But what about the other three items?

We'd discussed beforehand: stuff what you can, hang what you can't. The game rules weren't specific about this.

Seeing other players doing the same thing, green indicators appeared above their heads.

I opened the urn and crammed everything inside.

The moment I closed the lid, a progress bar appeared above the bride:

"Item Collection Rate: 100. Ghost Bride Satisfaction: 90"

"The bride is deeply moved. She has waited ten years for her wedding day."

"As thanks, the player receives one jar of universal healing salve."

An exquisite small bottle appeared on the vanity.

"Huh? That easy? No way."

Universal healing salve? I pocketed it immediately.

The three of us looked at the absurdly dressed ghost brides in front of us—both horrifying and... ridiculous.

Game over. "16 eliminated, 9 cleared."

Just as we were muttering about how the games seemed to be getting simpler and easier, something changed.