paranoianovel Chapter 493: [Crimson Inheritance] (12)
Chapter 493: [Crimson Inheritance] (12)
Time seemed to have passed for a very long while, but in reality, it had only been exactly fifteen minutes since Silvanus left.The comment section had shifted unpredictably—from endless mockery to anticipation, then shock, and finally complete silence.
[What was I even waiting for, and what did I end up getting?]
[It feels like things are starting to get interesting!]
[Hahaha, did he really trick that female ghost? So he’s going to kill the others now?]
[I just remembered that newcomers don’t have any rule preventing them from killing other artists...]
[After all that, he’s still crying like some fragile little flower—how ridiculous.]
[I just realized he’s actually lied way too much. First he built himself up as an NPC, then he promised to deal with the others, and now he’s pretending to be the "daddy" of some unknown creepy thing. Honestly, what is he even going to be next?]
[Did everyone forget the name of his livestream room? It really feels like he’s a bit insane...]
[Insane is good—the crazier, the more fun hahaha.]
The comment section was far more active than other livestream rooms, instantly pushing Silvanus’s stream to the center position, with the largest display frame.
[Just got here, heard this is a brand-new script that’s never been released before.]
[He’s just a newbie artist, why is everyone so hyped?]
[This livestream room name is seriously weird.]
[Is he crying? First time seeing an artist who’s a child.]
The "veteran" viewers quickly started explaining everything.
[That kid isn’t an artist. Just rewind and watch, you’ll get it.]
[A super fresh script and a really interesting artist worth investing in—hurry up and watch!]
[WTF, are you actually promoting Silvanus? Seriously?]
[Don’t tell me someone like this actually has fans?]
[Those looks-obsessed fans—other than running their mouths, what else can they even do?]
At that moment, Silvanus had already carried Neo back to the bed. He lowered his gaze; the corners of his eyes were still slightly red, his lashes still damp with traces of tears, but overall, he looked much better.
Seeing Neo staring at him with wide eyes, Silvanus couldn’t help but smile faintly. He gently patted Neo’s head and said softly, "Alright, go to sleep. Neo, I promise we’ll leave this place safely, and things will get better."
Hearing that, Neo quickly nodded hard, gripping Silvanus’s hand tightly with both hands. "Daddy, do you want me to sleep with you? I’ll—"
Having his little "son" constantly insist on protecting him only made Silvanus feel more ashamed of his own helplessness than ever before. He hurriedly cut him off. "No, just go to sleep. Sleep well."
As he spoke, Silvanus quickly returned to his own bed. He had no intention of turning off the lights in the current situation—who knew what dangers might still be lurking in the darkness, waiting to ambush them.
He lay down and honestly closed his eyes, as if doing his best to fall asleep. Only Silvanus himself knew that he was recalling the contents of that diary he had seen in an entirely different space.
The beginning was entirely the story of an insecure soul—someone for whom even wealth could not build confidence.
He lived like a ghost, even being looked down upon by others, because those around him were far wealthier and far more charismatic than he was. As a result, his existence seemed more unnecessary than ever. He didn’t even have a single flatterer by his side, let alone a friend—that was truly a luxury.
[...it seems it has always been like this since I was young. I am just a ghost, destined to be forgotten... no one will ever look at me. I will be forgotten, because the light will never shine on me...]
[I really want to die, want to die, want to just die already... what am I living for, what am I living for...]
Those jagged lines of writing, pressing so hard they nearly tore through the page, still seemed etched deeply into Silvanus’s mind. They replayed themselves in his thoughts like a dust-covered film now set in motion again—only the beginning of unraveling secrets that had long been buried.
Every line seemed to speak of death, as though living itself brought an unbearable pain to this existence. Just as Silvanus thought that "he" would truly die, a new and unfamiliar line appeared. For the first time, another person showed up in this diary—yet she was not subjected to curses.
[Day X, Month X, Year X X, it seems I have finally seen the light of my life. She is the sun... no, she is the moon. She does not burn me. She is so beautiful... so gentle... she does not despise me.]
What followed was a series of entries recording the girl’s presence. Day after day, "he" hardly missed a single one, constantly writing about her beauty and gentleness. But the emotions truly erupted about a month later.
[I still don’t know her name. Am I invisible in her eyes too? She clearly sees so many people, she smiles and talks with so many people. And that guy Daniel again—why is he always the one who gets attention? Isn’t his fake face obvious enough?! I clearly like her this much, yet she won’t even glance at me! What should I do, what should I do... it’s so infuriating, so infuriating!]
The strokes here were pressed so hard they pierced through several pages beneath. The diary had clearly endured a great deal of damage—but at least "he" had never thrown it away.
[I know now. If I help her... she’ll look at me, right...?]
What came next was "his" plan. He deliberately found people to bully her, and in the end, he succeeded in learning her name—Daisy. After that, more than five pages were filled with the same repeated handwriting, writing Daisy’s name over and over again, as if he would never grow tired of it.
His "love" was so "intense" that it became frightening...