Why is my Isekai in the Slice of Life anime was become a Horror Story?

Chapter 2: Director, can I change the shooting scene?

I, Takahashi Takakai have a dream.

He dreams of becoming the Harem King of an Akikan fanfic, freely taking hundreds of Waifu, changing one every day, never running out even after a year. Each day, he enjoys a happy, fulfilling life, immersed in luxury and pleasure.

No one, no matter who they are, can stand against him. No one can disturb his life. Because he possesses a superior system, logging in every day grants him unlimited strength and wealth. This system can even transform into different beautiful girls to accompany him.

Whether it's a white-haired loli, an "ara ara" Onee-san, a sexy mommy, or a schoolgirl in white stockings and others in black stockings, there is a variety. It is, you could say, a colorful world.

All he needs to do every day is have fun, to the point of feeling like flying, feeling ecstatic, and continuing the joy in his dreams. He wakes up to continue enjoying.

Ah...

Such days are truly, truly...

But then, his dream suddenly fades away.

The dream was so immersive that Takahashi Takakai thought that if it actually happened, perhaps the next day would bring calamities, like a mysterious illusion he couldn't escape from.

Instead, there was a cold atmosphere, as if he were in a shelter, surrounded by cold air.

What is this?

Before opening his eyes, Takahashi Takakai smelled something, something like the smell of something rotting.

No, actually, it was more like the faint smell of decaying wood in a damp environment, with a hint of dust spreading, the kind of smell you would find in a house long abandoned, with no one living there.

So, where am I?

Takahashi Takakai opened his eyes.

An unfamiliar ceiling.

The white walls were cracked, with exposed wires, nailed down and connected to a hanging chandelier. The light bulb looked like an old incandescent bulb, covered in a thick layer of dust, making it hard to see the structure inside, unsure if it still worked.

Two windows on one side of the room were tightly boarded up with wooden planks, and a layer of white fabric was draped over, the edges of the fabric also nailed down, allowing only a little light to filter through, so the outside could not be seen. But from the light level, it seemed to still be daytime.

His gaze moved on, across a wall with nearly all its paint peeling off, exposing the brick structure underneath. He stopped at a small round table beside a small living room. The table was very low, with two small wooden chairs next to it, one with a broken leg lying horizontally. There was a dry, wilted plant on the table, unrecognizable in type.

The wall beside the round table seemed to have once been a place for a door, but now only the frame remained, allowing a view into a small kitchen, with dusty plates and bowls stacked up in the sink.

At the end of the wall near the head of the bed, there was an old wooden door, with a diagonal crack across it. If someone were outside, they could easily see what was going on inside. On either side of the bed, there was a small cupboard.

Takahashi Takakai noticed a sheet of A4 paper on the cupboard next to his bed, covered in writing. This piece of paper was different from the other objects around; it seemed to have been placed there recently, with little dust on it.

This place seemed like a rental room that had been abandoned for some time.

Why did I suddenly appear here?

Was I kidnapped?

No, that's not it. The last moment in his memory showed no clear signs of being attacked.

And now, there was clearly someone else next to him.

Takahashi Takakai could hear the person's breathing and even catch a faint scent of women's shampoo.

There was a woman lying next to him, on the same bed in this dilapidated room, the room so worn-down it couldn't be older.

Her breathing changed as Takahashi Takakai turned his head to look around the room, and it seemed like she was pretending to sleep now.

Was this some kind of blackmail scam?

Honestly, does anyone get kidnapped and then blackmailed like this? It feels like something's off.

Anyway, he had to get up and check the situation. If it was indeed a scam, he would have to stay here and face the person in a one-on-one confrontation.

He had heard this was how men in Japan dealt with feminism, and Takahashi Takakai thought it might be an experience worth learning.

Whoosh—

However, before Takahashi Takakai could act, a high-pitched screech, like nails scraping across a blackboard, suddenly echoed in his head.

At that moment, Takahashi Takakai realized his body had lost all ability to move. He became completely stiff, as if frozen, only able to hear the piercing sound ringing in his head.

Whoosh—

The sound was so sharp and unbearable, lasting for more than ten seconds before it gradually began to fade.

Then, a voice, impossible to identify the gender of, distorted to such an extent that just hearing it sent a chill down the spine.

[Welcome to the Sacrifice Game]

The first line from the voice seemed familiar, like he had just heard it.

[Player Takahashi Takakai, this is the first game you're participating in, game level: Dusk]

[Conditions to complete the game: Escape from the Shirakawa Apartment]

[Time limit for this game: Seven days]

[We will now issue the game instructions, make sure to use them well]

[Guide 1: The messages of those who came before hide the path to survival]

[Guide 2: The doors that open again lead to hope]

[Guide 3: Treasures in the dust will bring happiness]

[Guide 4: The secret lies in places you must never go]

[Guide message complete, we wish you success in overcoming this game and moving closer to the throne to witness the end]

From start to finish, the strange voice delivered these words in less than a minute.

After speaking these cryptic, puzzling lines that left Takahashi Takakai unable to make sense of the situation, the strange voice immediately vanished, and the complete loss of control over his body faded at that moment. He regained normal control over his body.

"What... is this..."

As soon as he regained control of his body, Takahashi Takakai rolled off the bed. While falling, he quickly grabbed the A4 paper on the bedside table, shoved it into his shirt, then slammed onto the floor, rolling over before quickly scrambling to his feet, disoriented and messy.

Now, he was completely certain that he had gotten caught up in some supernatural event, one that was likely terrifying and possibly deadly.

No, wait a minute. Director, hold on, this isn't right.

Didn't I cross over into a slice-of-life anime and manga world?

The way the plot is unfolding, this isn't right. Why did it suddenly switch to a death game?

Can I get a refund? Can I quit this role? This storyline is beyond my tolerance, seriously! Why did it suddenly shift like this? Can't we just stay calm and do a harem story?

Though internally complaining, Takahashi Takakai quickly stood up. As he backed away from the wooden door with a hole and the kitchen door, his gaze stopped at the bed where he had been lying earlier, in the corner of the small living room.

Then, he saw a girl with long black hair, a cold expression on her face, her eyes exuding a chilling and stern look, sitting up from the bed.

Her eyes were red.

Her figure was slightly slender.

She wore a long-sleeved black dress, with white collar and a red bow.

This appearance, coupled with her gaze as if she viewed everything as trash, immediately triggered Takahashi Takakai's memory.

Isn't this... isn't this her? Isn't this the photographer girl? Wait, no, this look, isn't this "Ice Kaguya"? The "Ice Queen" phase of Shinomiya Kaguya before she was influenced by the student council president?

What the hell has my anime world crossover turned into?!

At this moment, Takahashi Takakai felt his mind spinning, unable to understand which character he was even supposed to be playing anymore.