The doctor diagnosed me with a split personality. My other personality is violent, and it’s only a matter of time before he becomes a murderer.
He advised me to kill chickens and fish, to get used to seeing blood.
Blood... The most effective way to see it, naturally, is to kill people. Murder means paying with your life, but not in a game.
A global horror game has arrived, and I’m going crazy inside it.
While other players cower in dungeons, my other personality has already drawn an S-rank True Soul: the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.
He hefts his Golden Cudgel and turns the game world upside down.
Everyone calls me a lunatic, but I’ve discovered that the more brutally I kill in the game, the faster my condition improves in real life.
Then one day, I notice more and more “game players” appearing in the real world.
That’s when I realize with a shock that the world I live in might also be just another game dungeon...
Only then do I understand that the doctor may have been wrong.
I’m not the one who’s sick. It’s this reality that needs to be “cured.”
