Horror Game Developer: My games aren't that scary! Chapter 288: The Requiem [1]

Outside the Gate.

It was currently extremely silent. Every gaze remained locked on the conductor’s image, flickering across the screens of those watching the broadcast. It’s figure bathed beneath the bright lights, basking in them as its mere presence took everyone’s attention.

But amidst its overwhelming presence, there was something else.

Something like...

Dread.

An overwhelming feeling of dread.

A voice whispered in the broadcast.

Everyone had seen the deaths.

Many of the angles showed the brutal way in which they died.

It was a sickening sight, but one that everyone was accustomed to. This wasn’t the first time a broadcast like this had been shown.

As the camera panned to the reporter who stood before the opera house, she described the entire situation in detail.

From time to time, she’d falter, but she was quick to recover.

The reporter faltered, her voice breaking a moment later with a faint, unmistakable tremor as she pressed her hand against her finger.

From her voice, one could visibly feel it.

The subtle hint of panic and fear within it.

The reporter visibly took a deep breath before staring at the camera once more. With her lips twitching, she turned back to the opera house before looking back at the viewers.

Her tone grew extremely grim.

She paused, her face growing pale.

Her words made the hearts of many tighten.

Was this going to be the birth of the next <S> ranked gate?

***

A short pause ensued from the second phase to the third phase.

No one knew how long the pause would last, but that didn’t matter. They used whatever time they had to regroup and assess the situation.

"....Is everyone okay? How many casualties on our side?"

The Section Chief was the most alert of everyone present. Pulling his hand away from the Team Leader, he looked around to check on the situation. His heart sank the moment he saw the state of his team.

A lot of the members looked dazed and out of it.

Even Kyle and Zoey were struggling to keep focused. And this was in spite of the barrier that he had helped set up with the Team Leader to block out all the noise.

Thankfully, they were all still alive.

Dazed, but alive.

This was all that mattered to him as he continued to look around. Thankfully, not everyone was out of it. Some had already snapped out of it and were hurriedly helping the others recover.

They were quite orderly and methodical with their actions. The first to move into action were the Menders. With their Decree, which specialized in healing and clearing the mind, they were essential for the gate.

Knowing full well about their importance, the Section Chief had especially made sure to bring at least four to their team.

A soft white glow enveloped their hands as they activated their node and helped everyone recover.

The Section Chief took note of the sight before nodding.

Although the situation was desperate, everyone was still able to remain focused.

Taking a few breaths, the Section Chief took out a small device from his pocket. One that looked like a pocket watch.

From time to time, he’d check on it. He knew that it would be of no use, but it still helped him better understand the level of danger. He was saving up all his energy for that moment.

The moment when the gate increased in rank.

That’d be the moment he’d have to go all out.

Eventually, his gaze fell on Clara. She seemed to have fared better than the others, but even then, she was struggling.

Not because of the piece, but because of what was before her.

The conductor’s presence was still rattling her.

The Section Chief felt a headache. At all times, this was one of the most important times when he needed her, but it was clear that she was in no state to help.

This wasn’t something that the Section Chief could blame her for.

Such ’traumas’ were extremely normal.

It usually took a little bit of time with some rehab and therapy, which Clara had been taking, but the sudden reappearance of the Conductor had caused her to spiral back to her old trauma, resulting in this situation.

Although unfortunate, the Section Chief could only hope for her to snap out of it.

The Section Chief turned his attention towards the Team Leader. The moment he did, his expression turned grim.

Her face was ghostly pale, and it was clear that, despite his help, she was reaching the edge of her endurance.

The Section Chief could vividly feel that the situation was starting to spiral out of his control.

Looking around, he could see that the other teams were also struggling.

No, not quite everyone...

Focusing his attention towards a certain section, he saw several figures sitting without much of an expression, their hands crossed as they seemingly watched the show without much concern.

And as if sensing his gaze, one of them turned towards the Section Chief.

Soon, their gazes met, and Hermes offered the Section Chief a smile.

"...."

The Section Chief only stared for a brief moment before looking away. It was obvious that those who came in smaller groups had an easier time, unlike the Section Chief, who had to ensure the safety of everyone present.

However, it was also clear that those from the central island were different.

From their composure to their demeanor.

He could tell that they were used to this type of madness.

Closing his eyes, he turned his attention back towards his team. They had all somehow managed to snap out of it and were quickly working together to recover their own energy.

But it was a little too late.

By the time they began to move, the air itself seemed to change.

"Hurry up! Get ready—!"

The Section Chief hurriedly pressed his hand over the Team Leader’s shoulder. A dome once again appeared over their area.

The wooden stage creaked, and the conductor raised its hands.

The music exploded.

The third phase.

The Requiem.

It had begun.