I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

Unnamed...

Such an answer left Qin Nuo puzzled.

Was it amnesia?

Or did her parents not give her a name?

Qin Nuo thought for a moment and said, "How about I give you a name? How about 'Dream'?"

"Dream..." The little girl blinked, showing neither dislike nor much enthusiasm.

"Let's go, take me to that room, I'll help you get your music box back," Qin Nuo said, standing up.

Hearing about the music box, Dream finally smiled and walked barefoot ahead.

Qin Nuo followed behind, and the child yawned, "This is the fun thing you mentioned? It's not exciting at all."

"Why didn't I think of that?" The child took out a game console, sat on Qin Nuo's shoulder, and started playing. The screen's glow on his little face made him look even more eerie.

Dream led Qin Nuo to the first floor, to a door at the end of the hallway.

Dream clung to Qin Nuo's hand, afraid to go near, pointing at the door, "It's inside, the old lady is very fierce, be careful."

"Why is she fierce to you? Did you do something wrong?" Qin Nuo asked.

Dream shook her head, "Some older boys took my music box. When I tried to get it back, the old lady chased me away with a whip."

Qin Nuo thought for a moment, put the child down, and pointed at Dream, "Hey, I've got a task for you. Keep an eye on your sister, don't let her run around, okay?"

Dream was an important character in the main storyline, and Qin Nuo didn't want to lose her.

The child glanced at Dream and said, "I want something in return."

Qin Nuo was speechless, thinking this little rascal was more cunning than an adult.

After a moment, he suddenly asked, "Do you like Rainbow Candy?"

The child's eyes lit up, "Do you have some?"

"More than that, a whole jar. Keep an eye on your sister, and you can have as much as you want," Qin Nuo said, thinking that the allure of candy was indeed powerful. No matter how mature, children couldn't resist it.

"Deal, but don't trick me, or I'll beat you up." The child waved his little fist, and it wasn't a joke; he could really hit.

Qin Nuo nodded, gave a few more instructions, then said no more, and walked toward the room with an oil lamp.

As Qin Nuo left, the child continued playing his game.

Dream stood there, watching Qin Nuo's departing figure, then looked at the child, unsure of what to do.

Barefoot, she walked over quietly, standing behind the child, her glassy eyes curiously fixed on the game screen...

Creak.

The door wasn't locked and was slowly pushed open.

Qin Nuo peeked inside.

The room was dimly lit, an old-fashioned bulb hanging on the wall flickered, casting shadows.

"Is anyone there?" Qin Nuo called softly, gently closing the door as he entered.

In the living room, an old lady sat on the sofa, knitting clothes, with small garments hanging beside her.

A wooden music box sat on the table, its gears turning, ethereal and pleasant music filling the air.

No need to ask, this was definitely Dream's music box.

The old lady remained motionless, her head tilted to one side, the garment only half-knitted.

Seeing this, Qin Nuo hesitated, then quietly approached, reaching for the music box.

Though the chances were slim, perhaps he could sneak it away?

But this hopeful thought was soon dashed.

"Young man, didn't anyone teach you to knock before entering?"

A hoarse voice came, and Qin Nuo awkwardly withdrew his hand. The old lady on the sofa had woken up at some point and continued knitting.

"Well, I saw you were asleep and didn't want to disturb you," Qin Nuo said.

"You want this music box?" the old lady asked.

"My sister said she lost something here," Qin Nuo said, rubbing his nose.

"The music box isn't hers. Tell that girl not to think about it," the old lady said expressionlessly.

Qin Nuo was speechless. At her age, she was still playing tricks with a little girl.

After a moment's thought, he said, "Granny, how about I exchange it for a new music box? This one's old, and the sound has changed."

"I don't want anything else, just this one. It helps me lull my grandchildren to sleep."

The granny didn't even glance at Qin Nuo, her tone growing impatient.

She suddenly stopped her knitting, her gaze empty as she looked at Qin Nuo, her tone unfriendly, "You should leave."

"If you disturb my grandchildren, I'll turn you into a toy for them to play with."

"Bang!!"

As she spoke, the innermost door suddenly burst open, and a flood of ghost aura rushed into the living room.

Qin Nuo didn't see any ghosts, but he saw countless small footprints appear on the walls, moving erratically.

Footprints appeared on the table, TV, and sofa, and wherever they went, things flew around, shattering with endless clatter, turning the living room into a mess.

"My dear grandchildren, won't you go back to sleep?" the old lady called out, turning up the music box's volume.

The footprints indeed lessened.

But a few mischievous ones continued to roam around.

Finally, the granny personally got up and tossed the remaining two mischievous grandchildren back into the room.

Watching this, Qin Nuo thought, where did this lonely old lady get so many grandchildren?

The granny held the music box, her face as withered as tree bark, looking gloomy, "Why is this thing becoming less effective?"

As she spoke, she tightened her grip, intending to crush the music box.

Seeing this, Qin Nuo quickly spoke up, "Wait!"

The granny paused, then said after a moment of silence, "If you can help put my grandchildren to sleep, I'll give you this wooden box."

Qin Nuo felt a headache coming on. More children, the thing he dreaded most was unruly kids. When they got mischievous, he wished he could just strangle them.

"Ding, the host has triggered a D-level instance task—Help the granny with many grandchildren put them to sleep!"

As Qin Nuo was thinking, the game's voice sounded.

The further he progressed, the more likely he was to trigger instance task clues, and Qin Nuo didn't want to miss this.

Then, Qin Nuo thought of something and tried asking, "As long as they fall asleep, right?"

"As long as they sleep," the granny sat back down, clearly also troubled by her grandchildren.

"I'll give it a try." Qin Nuo rubbed his nose and walked toward the room.

"If you not only fail to calm them but make them more rowdy, you'll have to stay and become their toy," the granny added.

Qin Nuo's expression remained calm.

He agreed for the instance task, not because he feared the old lady. If she decided to go all out, Qin Nuo wasn't afraid, as the pressure she exerted wasn't terrifying.

Besides, his brothers were outside!

The granny said no more, continuing her knitting.

Qin Nuo turned the doorknob and entered the room.

Inside, the air was stifling, and Qin Nuo placed the oil lamp on the table.

Countless footprints appeared in every corner of the room, chaotic and unsightly.

"How do you plan to calm them?" the Blood-Eyed Ghost asked.

Qin Nuo said calmly, "I have a foolproof sleep method, but first, I need these little ghosts to show themselves."

"Bring out something that interests them, and they'll appear," the Blood-Eyed Ghost said.

Something of interest, what else but Rainbow Candy?

Qin Nuo immediately grabbed a handful of candy and scattered it on the floor.

Soon, countless footprints suddenly crowded the floor.

Then, one by one, little ghosts in red garments appeared, excitedly picking up the candy and stuffing it into their mouths.

Soon, the candy on the floor was completely scavenged.

A little ghost stared directly at Qin Nuo, "More!"

Qin Nuo smiled, "If you're full, can you go to sleep quietly?"

The little ghosts made faces at Qin Nuo, "Even Granny can't control us, who do you think you are?"

"He must have more on him, let's strip him and search!" one little ghost suggested, and the other six agreed, eyeing Qin Nuo hungrily.

Qin Nuo took a step back, his voice growing cold, "I advise you not to be naughty with me; this won't work on me."

The little ghosts continued to stick out their tongues, "If you dare touch us, we'll cry, and Granny will hear and tear you apart to make us toys!"

Qin Nuo pondered for a moment, then smiled, "Alright, you're tough. It's just candy, I'll give it to you."

He grabbed another handful of candy and scattered it.

The little ghosts laughed, "Scaredy-cat, afraid of Granny!"

Blood-Eyed Ghost: "You can endure this?"

Qin Nuo said, "I can't."

With that, he took out the Grave Ghost Stone and walked over.

"This is your foolproof sleep method?"

"Yes, the physical sleep method. A hit on the back of the head, and they'll surely sleep," Qin Nuo said.

The Blood-Eyed Ghost was speechless.

"These little ghosts are too weak. The stone in your hand is a Horror Level ghost creature. A hit won't just knock them out; it'll finish them."

"I'll be gentle?" Qin Nuo hesitated.

"Useless, ghosts are different from humans; it's not about force," the Blood-Eyed Ghost said.

As Qin Nuo was troubled, he suddenly felt a pain in his back.

It turned out a little ghost had climbed on him, using its nails to scratch his clothes, excitedly shouting, "Hand over the candy!"

Qin Nuo grabbed the little ghost and threw it aside.

The little ghost's head hit the wall with a thud, and whether it was truly hurt or pretending, it opened its mouth, ready to cry loudly.

"Damn!"

Qin Nuo cursed, and at the last moment, he thought of something, suddenly taking out a medical kit, grabbing a syringe, and rushing forward.

Just as the little ghost was about to cry, he jabbed the needle into its butt.

Instantly, the little ghost quieted down, its head tilting as if it had fallen asleep.

The Blood-Eyed Ghost was surprised, "What is that?"

"Tranquilizer..."

Qin Nuo said, having thought of it on the fly, not expecting the medical kit's contents to work on ghosts!

"With this, things become simple."

Qin Nuo's smile grew.

A little ghost ran over, wiping its mouth, "Why is brother asleep?"

"Your brother was tired. Come, have some candy."

Qin Nuo said with a smile, feeding candy with one hand, while the other hand, holding the syringe, mercilessly jabbed it into the little ghost's butt.

The candy's sweetness made the little ghosts drop their guard, not noticing the glinting needle behind Qin Nuo's smile.

In no time, the little ghosts were all sprawled on the floor.

The last little ghost finally realized, seeing the terrifying syringe.

Just as it was about to shout, Qin Nuo pinned it down, covering its mouth.

Looking at the struggling little ghost, Qin Nuo showed a kind smile, but in the little ghost's eyes, it seemed sinister and terrifying.

"Be good, eat the candy, take the shot, and you can sleep. Uncle isn't a bad guy!"

With that, he jabbed the needle without mercy.

Instantly, the little ghost's eyes rolled back, fainting.

Looking at the little ghosts sprawled everywhere, Qin Nuo felt a sense of satisfaction.

He then picked them up one by one, placing them on the bed, neatly arranging them, and covering them with a blanket, creating the illusion of peaceful sleep.

"Why do they feel so limp?" Qin Nuo muttered.

"The tranquilizer doses were meant for adults. What do you think happens when given to little ghosts?" the Blood-Eyed Ghost said.

Qin Nuo shrugged, "Doesn't matter, as long as they're asleep."

After tidying up the room, Qin Nuo opened the door and walked out.

"Granny, your grandchildren are all asleep, and they're sleeping soundly and peacefully," Qin Nuo said as he walked over.

The granny stopped her knitting, raising her withered face. Though expressionless, Qin Nuo knew she was surely shocked.

"You were in there for less than ten minutes," her voice carried doubt.

"If you don't believe me, you can check," Qin Nuo stepped aside.

The granny, skeptical, approached the door and saw her grandchildren lying neatly in a row, sleeping obediently.

The granny intended to enter the room for a closer look.

Qin Nuo reminded, "Granny, it's hard to get them to sleep. If you wake them, I can't put them back to sleep."

The granny thought for a moment, finding it reasonable, and stopped.

She couldn't help but ask, "How did you do it?"

"With mischievous children, you need plenty of patience. The more anxious you are, the more they rebel. You have to go along with their hearts, gently soothing them, and they'll gradually feel sleepy," Qin Nuo said as if he had plenty of experience.

"In simple terms, you can't treat children roughly; you need enough patience!"

Blood-Eyed Ghost: "You're amazing!"

Qin Nuo's words seemed to make the granny reflect. After a while, she rasped, "You can take the wooden box."

Qin Nuo smiled slightly, "Thank you, you're a good granny. I'm sure your grandchildren will grow up healthy."

...

"Can I play?"

Outside the room.

Dream watched as the little character died again and couldn't help but ask the child.

"No, you're too bad at it. You can't play this game!" the child refused outright. Just as he was about to restart, the door opened.

Qin Nuo came out.

Dream quickly walked over, eagerly asking, "How did it go?"

"Easy."

Qin Nuo tossed the music box to Dream.

Seeing her music box, Dream was overjoyed, hugging it and spinning around on tiptoes.

"How did you get it back?" the child put down the game console and asked.

Qin Nuo shrugged and smiled, "Just helped the granny put a few little ghosts to sleep."

"I have a foolproof sleep method."

The child put down the game console, blinking, "Really? I want to try it too; I've been having trouble sleeping lately."

"It's not for you."