Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 162: Going Out (2)

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!]I hate horror.From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears...All of it.I hate it.So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold.And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer.A crappy one at that.So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit.And yet...[Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!]Nope, I don't want it.Let me quit.※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game!***An SCP inspired story with its own twist!

Poisoned by his wife, betrayed by his best friend, and abandoned by his children—Matthew died broken and alone. But when he wakes up thirty years in the past, trapped in his eighteen-year-old body, everything changes.Now, the halls feel haunted, memories from a future that may never come keep popping into his head, and something strange is growing inside him—something he can’t explain. Sadly, this second chance isn’t a blessing. It comes with a price.But this time, he won’t be the victim. This time, he’s the one in control.

Can't a man maintain his dignity while preparing for the end of the world? Is that too much to ask?

The Tower was all I knew... all any of us knew, and just like that, it was gone. Monsters the likes of which I'd never seen ravaged the land of my ancestors. They burst through the outer walls and stormed the city. No one could have been ready for that. But now... Now I have a second chance.

After the collapse of the known world, I woke up to find myself on the First Floor of the Tower. I was young and healthy, 18 again, and sitting in the same classroom that marked the worst days of my life. Confused and excited, I accepted this gift, deciding to use my vast knowledge of the future to climb the Tower in preparation for the end of the world.

Maybe I'll help some folks along the way? Who knows. Survival comes first.

The clock is ticking, and I'm left with only a century to build a Deck powerful enough to survive the end. Things to do... What's first? I need Essence, and I need power. I'll have to climb the Tower to acquire both of these. Some of the zealots will try to stop me, need to look out for those. What if-

“Hey, kid! Hand over the pouch or-”

Stab

Sorry, where was I? Ah... there's a spot of blood on my suit. What a lousy morning.

In this world of blood and fantasy, century-old Rowan Wilder has to not only survive, but thrive as he powers his way to the top of the Tower. The Demonic Plague that has twisted the creatures on the upper Floors is the least of his worries. Cane in hand and Summons by his side, he'll have to tear his way through the monsters, as well as the humans who want to stop his ascent. Of course, he can maintain a sense of decorum while he faces these trials, right?

A cultivator with normal aptitude finally found a treasure that could change his life but to his disappointment, he could not directly benefit from it.Author's Note: The MC is not smart and serious. He is goofy most of the time. This is a harem story. Leyvi will have many women. Thank you for reading and supporting me.Warning: My grammar is shit. Proceed with caution.