Horror Game：The Chainsaw Boss Who Was Actually My Dead Husband

Three years after my husband died, I transmigrated into a horror game. The final boss, wielding a chainsaw, chased me for two kilometers.

He planted the chainsaw, bigger than me, against my neck.

Before I kill you, he said, you get three questions. I will only answer 'yes' or 'no'.

I swallowed hard.

"It's me, Sophia. Are you my husband?"

"No."

First question wasted. Gone.

My teammates looked ready to strangle me.

But when I asked my second question, the boss just smiled and kissed me.

I slapped him. Hard.

"Honey, I spent three years mourning you, and you're out here kissing MVPs in this twisted games?"

The boss froze.

"You have five seconds left."

"Spare me! Please spare me!"

"That wasn't a question."

With a clean swing of the chainsaw, he ended another player.

I stared dumbly at the head rolling to my feet. It wasn't quite dead yet, the eyes blinked at me once.

I've seen my share of gruesome scenes. This was the worst.

"Well, well," a deep voice rumbled. "Just your group left."

The man, easily over six and a half feet tall, resting the massive chainsaw near my throat again..

"Three questions. 'Yes' or 'no' answers only."

My six teammates were pale with terror.

But I couldn't look away from the boss's sharp jawline and familiar eyes.

I couldn't mistake it. This was the face I'd touched countless times.

The face I'd covered with a white sheet myself

My voice trembled. "It's me, Sophia. Are are you my husband?"

The chainsaw's roar stuttered. He paused, then answered, "No.

"Two questions left."

The guy behind me exploded. "Aaargh! What are you doing, you idiot!"

"We're doomed because of you! Shut your mouth!"

"Are you nuts!"

My fists clenched, trembling.

Not him?

How could it not be?

He was just taller, more muscular, holding a chainsaw now.

But even the tiny mole at the corner of his eye was the same!

The girl with blue-streaked hair, Luna, touched my shoulder. "Hey. Calm down. This is a horror game. Look at the bodies at your feet. Play wrong, and you will die."

I took a deep breath, looking at the cold, detached Liam Holloway.

Right. He was dead.

I'd performed the autopsy myself.

I had to stop clinging to the past.

More complaints bubbled up behind me. I spun around.

"Shut up!"

A muscular guy, Kyle, surged forward. "We wasted a chance because of you! We ought to knock you out!"

"You really think asking the right questions means we live? That's laughable."

That shut him up.

The chainsaw boss never promised to let us live.

I'd studied horror game patterns before.

Ask questions and live? Never.

These bosses love to offer false hope, then relish our despair when we realize there's no escape.

Our struggle was pathetic.

But my husband Liam had taught me: never give up.

If the boss held absolute power over life and death

If the boss held all the power, maybe the only way out was to outsmart himto guide his answers in a way that traps him logically.

The room fell dead silent

"You have one minute."

The chainsaw roared to life, its teeth inches from my neck.

They sliced through strands of my hair.

Soon, they'd slice through my neck.

"My question is"

I started, but a teammate cut me off. "Please! For the love of God, don't speak! Let someone else ask!"

Kyle scoffed. "Ask away. He's got the chainsaw. We're dead anyway."

"Hey, maybe ask if the universe ends in nothingness?"

I smiled grimly. "Alright. After this question, we'll all survive."

"My next question is: If my next question was 'Will you let us go?', would your answer to that question be the same as your answer to this one?"

For a few seconds after I asked, the chainsaw man didn't move.

Then, he gave a soft chuckle and shut off the chainsaw.

"Clever."

Then, dragging the bladed weapon behind him, he walked out of the room.

The six of us breathed in relief, as if granted a pardon.

A few hugged each other and cried.

I stood up. Kyle scrambled over.

"Hero! Why? How did that work?"

Luna snorted. "If he answered 'yes' to this question, then when asked if he'd let us go, he'd have to say 'yes'.

"If he answered 'no', that means his answer to the next questionwhich would be 'Will you let us go?'would be 'yes'.

"Get it?"

Kyle frowned, counting on his fingers, then dipped a finger in blood to sketch a diagram on the wall.

FWhen it finally clicked, he grabbed my shoulders, blood still on his hands. "Genius! Absolute genius! With you here, we might actually make it!"

A cold snort came from the doorway.

Luna gave us an unreadable look and walked out.

I didn't dwell on it. I didn't want to stay in that charnel room either. I followed her.

But just outside the door, I saw her standing frozen ahead, staring in terror.

I stopped too, seeing who blocked the hallway.

"You why are you back?"