Blurb：
Trapped in the deadly SSS-level horror dungeon Office Tower Urban Legends, an office pick-me girl survives by killing monsters with kindness. When the Bloody Lady attacks in the elevator, she offers fashion advice instead of fear. Facing the chainsaw-wielding Psycho General Manager, she ties a bow on his weapon. As veteran players flee, she stays, unraveling the mystery of the lost memories before New Year’s Eve. Can her unconventional approach beat the dungeon where all others have failed?
Content：
I was the ultimate pick-me girl at the office, and somehow, I ended up inside a horror game before New Year’s Eve.
Seeing the bloody lady crawling in the dark elevator, I screamed out loud.
Oh my gosh! Where did you get that lipstick? It’s perfect! It makes your skin look three shades lighter!
The bloody lady blinked at me in confusion as I helped her up. She even recommended the exact lipstick shade.
Then I turned around and came face-to-face with the chainsaw-psycho general manager with multiple personalities, swinging his weapon around.
I tied a little bow on his chainsaw.
Everyone else only cares if your chainsaw is sharp. I’m the only one who cares if you’re tired from swinging it all day.
The monsters in the room looked at each other, all thinking the same thing
Why did this feel weirdly wholesome?
Chapter 1
[Welcome, players, to the SSS-level horror dungeon: Office Tower Urban Legends.
[Dungeon rule: Lying is forbidden. Anyone who lies dies instantly.
[Starting players: Ten.
[Clear objective: Figure out why everyone in this building lost their memories. Restore all memories to beat the dungeon.
[All ten players confirmed. Seven days left until New Year’s Eve. Clear the dungeon before then.
[Have fun.]
A cold, robotic voice crackled in my ear. I had literally just finished sending in a vacation request, and the next second, I got dragged straight into a horror game.
I walked out of one office building, only to wake up inside a different one.
Yeah Just my luck.
Around me, a bunch of fully geared veteran players were sizing each other up.
The game hadn’t even officially started yet, and the livestream chat was already going crazy.
[Office Tower again? That cursed dungeon shows up every year before New Year’s. No one’s ever beaten it Everyone dies as trapped office workers.]
[Yeah. Newbies get wiped immediately. Look at that girl. She’s literally fixing her makeup!]
All nine players refused to team with me, the girl who liked looking cute.
They all sprinted down the safe staircase and even slammed the door shut behind them. How sweet.
So I had no choice but to take the elevator.
The rusted metal screeched with every inch it moved, stabbing straight into my ears.
Everyone knows the elevator is the worst place in any horror dungeon.
But I stepped in without thinking twice.
As soon as the doors closed, my head started spinning.
Then, my cheek tingled. I looked up and saw thick black hair creeping along the elevator walls, filling every corner.
[There she is! The bloody lady in the elevator!]
[This girl is toast. No one ever takes the elevator. Everyone knows the bloody lady hunts there. She’s a fierce one!]
Right on cue, she appeared.
Her body folded and twisted like broken bones as she crawled along the floor. Her face looked carved out, like someone had scraped away everything except two empty black holes where her eyes should’ve been.
She lunged at me. Her torn, bloody face pressed right up against mine, and in this slow, eerie whisper, she asked, Have you seenmy skin?
When I saw this terrifying scene, my whole face went cold.
I immediately pulled off my tweed jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.
Girl, it’s freezing out here! Why would you run around with nothing on? You’re gonna get sick. We girls gotta look out for each other, you know?
She kept crying, My skin I want my skin
I know, I know, but those arent easy to come by. Don’t be picky. Just wear this for now. It’s the newest Miu Miu tweed jacket from this year.
I was only wearing a thin undershirt under the jacket. Without it, I was shivering like crazy.
The livestream chat exploded.
[What is even happening right now? This pick-me girl must have nerves of steel! She actually dressed up the bloody lady!]
Chapter 2
[Relax. The bloody lady probably just hasn’t fully realized what’s happening yet. Remember, no one has ever walked out of the elevator alive.]
Ugh! I don’t wantyours!
The bloody lady tugged blankly at the tweed jacket I had draped over her shoulders.
She tilted her head and scraped her nails along the rusty elevator wall, screeching, I want my skin!
I felt a pang of sympathy, then gently held her hand.
Wow, your nails haven’t been done in forever, have they? Lucky for you, I brought a few press-on nails from the 2025 New Year collection. Want me to put them on?
I didn’t wait for an answer. I just started pressing them on, one by one.
She stared at her newly polished nails in total disbelief.
I tried to calm her down. Be patient, okay? Just wear my jacket for now. I can’t have a gorgeous girl like you catching a cold. If you really want to find a skin to wear so badly, we can go hunt for one tomorrow.
She lifted her twisted, mangled face.
Really?
Of course. I’d never lie to you. I lifted her chin and said, marveling, By the way, that lipstick color is amazing! The second I saw it, I was hooked. You’ve got excellent taste.
[What the heck? The bloody lady just put away the hair she uses to twist heads off! And now, she’s standing in the corner like a little girl. And Is she blushing? Is she seriously shy right now?!]
[Good grief! Does that girl really not notice the monster’s huge, bloody mouth? I have to say, she’s such a pick-me, it’s on a whole other level.]
The elevator climbed steadily and finally stopped on the 13th floor.
I walked out calmly while the bloody lady stayed inside.
You’re not coming? We could go explore together, bestie.
I can only leavewhen I findmy skin. Her huge, bloody mouth opened and closed slowly as she forced the words out.
I nodded. It’s really late. Don’t worry. I’ll help you find some skin to wear tomorrow.
She nodded like an obedient kid.
The livestream chat went dead silent.
After a while, someone finally typed, [What the heck is going on?]
[Nine people took the stairs, and four of them are already dead. And this girl rides the death elevator, babysits the freaking bloody lady, and survives?]
[Am I the only one impressed that she kept a straight face while calling a blood-soaked, skinless creature gorgeous?]
The 13th floor was the employee dorms.
Inside Room 1301, I found five teammates.
Counting me, six players remained in the dungeon: three men, three women.
You’re actually alive?
A woman in a white tank top looked me up and down, clearly annoyed.
You survived the elevator? Damn, your luck is insane. We honestly thought we’d have to drag your body out.
Hearing that, I quietly wiped a tear from my eye.
Aww! Are you worried about me? I asked softly.
I wish I were as strong as you. You’re all tough and solid, and I’m just this tiny, fragile thing who looks like she always needs someone to protect her
I sighed dramatically.
I think I get it now! You don’t wanna drag my body out because you care about me so much, and you want to keep me safe.
The woman rolled her eyes so hard that I thought they would pop out. What are you even talking about? Who cares about protecting a pick-me like you? You’re gross.
Verda, don’t say that. We all came into this horror dungeon together. That makes us partners.
A scholarly-looking guy in glasses and a dress shirt stepped forward, holding out his hand politely.
Hi, I’m Lonnie Field. I’ve been through plenty of horror dungeons. I can handle cracking programs, systems, and locks. If you need help, just ask.
Chapter 3
I’m Sam Mendoza. I used to be a martial arts instructor, said a bulky guy with massive arms, giving Lonnie a bored look. I’m pretty solid in a fight. I’ve cleared one dungeon before, but that was pure luck.
I’m Joseph Payne. I work security, a guy with a buzz cut said, giving a short nod. This is my first time, but I’m fast and strong.
Hi, I’m Alison Hodges. I’m a nurse, a girl in a white dress said, eyeing me carefully. In horror dungeons, I can reduce the corruption damage teammates get from monsters. Helps keep your mind from snapping.
I Verda Stokes opened her mouth to make something up, then froze. The rules didn’t allow lying. Annoyed, she muttered, I’m an old player. I’ve cleared about four S-rank dungeons.
Once everyone had finished introducing themselves, they realized I had already put a warm cup of tea in front of each of them.
I smiled sweetly.
You’ve been talking so much. You must be thirsty. My grandpa grows this tea himself. Go on, try some. Just blow on it first. It’s hot.
[This girl is way too considerate. But why does her voice sound exactly like my first girlfriend’s?]
[Did your ex’s grandpa sell tea, too?]
[Wait, how did you know? Their town flooded, and they had so much tea they couldn’t sell. I bought a bunch and handed it out to relatives]
[Remember this guy. I bet he’s going to be selling health supplements in a few years.]
Verda narrowed her eyes at me. Well? Everyone else introduced themselves. Why didn’t you? Got something to hide?
I tapped my forehead lightly. Oh, shoot. You’re right. I got so worried that everyone might be thirsty that I totally forgot my turn. Anyway, my name’s Cheryl Hewitt. I’m just your average office worker.
The five of them traded confused looks, then hurriedly asked, Have you ever joined a horror dungeon before?
I shook my head. Nope.
Verda immediately snapped, This is a triple S-rank dungeon! How did you get here with zero experience?
Yeah. Try to remember. Maybe you’ve got some special achievement, Lonnie said, leaning closer and waiting for my answer.
That perked me right up, and my whole face lit up with pride.
Achievements? Oh, I’ve played every single dating sim on the market! Full completion, all perfect harem endings, literally thousands of them. I gave every sad little pixel boyfriend a loving home. As for skills, my memory is insane. I can list every love interest’s quirks, their birthdays backward, and all their famous lines!
Verda looked horrified. Horror games are really going downhill. We’ve got a romance gamer with us? It’s seriously pathetic.
You do realize the monsters here aren’t just guys, right? All your little pick-me tricks won’t work.
I rubbed my cheek and smiled shyly. Actually I’ve also unlocked a couple of dozen super hard lesbian routes.
Everyone froze.
Not just the five players, but even the livestream chat stopped scrolling.
Their faces showed a weird mix of emotions that was hard to explain.
Still, none of them seemed thrilled about teaming up with me.
Finally, Lonnie stepped forward and spoke to me with a warm smile.
Since we all got thrown into the same horror dungeon, let’s work together as partners. Cheryl, when we start tomorrow, you can team up with us to explore, or you can go solo. Just make sure we share whatever we learn. Let’s do our best to beat this dungeon together, okay?
Chapter 4
I nodded, looking up at Lonnie with open admiration.
In that case, Lonnie, I’m putting my whole life in your hands. You have to protect me, okay?
Lonnie looked a little thrown by my over-the-top tone. He froze for a moment, then finally nodded.
[Wow, Lonnie’s honestly incredible. He’s so gentle and reliable!]
[Get away from my Lonnie, you pick-me! He’s mine!]
Lonnie, you’re not the team leader, Verda snapped. Don’t promise anything for us. I’m not sharing a single clue with this pick-me. Anyone who comes in straight from dating sims is basically volunteering to die.
She shot me a cold glare, then walked away without waiting for a reply.
Lonnie tried to say something, but I grabbed the sleeve of his jacket.
It’s okay. I don’t want you and Verda fighting over me. Let’s give her some time. Verda’s a reasonable person. She’ll come around and accept me, right?
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The next morning at 8 a.m., I clocked in on time.
There was no sunlight in this horror dungeon at all. Everything outside looked washed-out and gray, like the whole world was covered in doom-colored fog.
I needed to wash up and fix my makeup, so I ended up being a minute late.
Everyone else had already picked their roles.
All that was left was the secretary position in the general manager’s office.
[Oh, no. She’s done for.]
[This is actually insane. The GM is a chainsaw psycho with multiple personalities. One wrong move, and you’ll get shredded. That pick-me girl is finished!]
Verda walked up beside me and leaned in close.
The last person who opened that door got sawed in half immediately.
They died just for opening a door?
Through the crack, I thought I heard a chainsaw dragging across the floor.
The door creaked open slightly.
A severed head rolled into the gap, wedging itself in the doorway. Behind it stood a bald, middle-aged man, covered head to toe in blood.
The chainsaw dragging behind him still had chunks of something clinging to it. It looked suspiciously like a peeled scalp.
[Damn, this pick-me just walked straight into a murder scene.]
[Wow, talk about company perks. The GM is really hands-on with his staff.]
I put on my best professional smile, knelt, and pulled a pack of wet wipes from my bag to clean his hands.
Oh, sir, working this hard first thing in the morning? Look at your hands. They’re all covered in blood!
That awful guy must’ve given you a tough time. Bet his bones were thick. Swinging that chainsaw must’ve taken forever. Are your hands sore?
Sigh! Everyone else only cares if your chainsaw is sharp. I’m the only one who cares if you’re tired from swinging it all day.
The bald manager froze while I wiped every bit of blood off his hands.
He was used to people begging, crying, and screaming at him. This was the first time anyone had asked if his hands were sore.
It was the first time anyone cared.
He tilted his head, staring blankly as I cleaned the chainsaw. The whole room instantly felt less murderous.
I made the whole office sparkle, then scrubbed the rust off the chainsaw until it looked brand new. I even tied a pretty Tiffany-blue ribbon around it.
Now this is a chainsaw worthy of someone of your status!
When I walked out of the GM’s office unharmed on my very first day, the chat went wild.
[I don’t get it. Why didn’t he just slice her up?]
[Think about it. Would you harm someone who pampers you, cares about you, and tells you how great you are?]
Chapter 5
[Is she really from a dating sim? How is she handling corpses like it’s no big deal?]
Over the next few days, the bald GM and I got along surprisingly well.
Honestly, we worked together better than anyone could have expected.
All the dried, dark stains across the office floor? I had scrubbed them completely clean. I even spritzed a little perfume around to freshen the place up.
The room’s danger level kept dropping steadily, almost unbelievably low.
Once I finished with the main office, I turned my attention to the GM’s private bathroom. That was the one spot I hadn’t touched yet.
The bathroom was fairly tidy, except for a big clump of black hair sitting in the sink. It looked like it had been soaked in blood, and the smell was terrible.
When I picked it up, I felt someone watching me, still and silent.
The moment I turned, the GM’s eyes darkened completely, until not a trace of white remained. The skin on his face twitched in weird waves, and his whole body started swelling.
The danger level, which had been dropping, shot up like crazy.
So the trigger was this hair?
I lifted the dripping clump and let out a quiet sigh.
Sir, I get it. I used to deal with this, too. My hair kept falling out because I barely slept.
You work too hard. You push yourself nonstop and forget to take care of that great hair of yours.
But don’t worry! I brought something just for this.
Right then, the danger level finally stopped climbing.
[Wait What? Does she have some kind of holy artifact?]
[She’s been hiding her skills this whole time! What is she using?]
[Uh If I’m seeing this right, I’m pretty sure that’s just antiChair-loss shampoo.]
Sir, you never take time to care for your hair. As your assistant, that breaks my heart. Today, I’m fixing that for you.
I washed the whole clump with shampoo, blow-dried it, styled it nicely, and gently set it back on his head like a fresh hairpiece.
Sir, you look incredible! You look at least ten years younger.
With every compliment, the GM’s danger level kept dropping lower and lower.
In a raspy voice, he finally asked, Does itreally look better?
Absolutely. You’re like Prince Charming himself!
I handed him a scalp-massage brush and guided his hands with mine, showing him how to increase blood flow and help with hair growth.
The GM nodded, looking very pleased. You’re the best employee I’ve ever had.
Then he pressed a little chainsaw-shaped pendant into my hand and whispered, Keep this. If anything ever threatens you, this will protect you.
[No way! First time I’ve ever seen a monster hand a player an item.]
[This is the power of dating-sim brain. She’s dangerously thoughtful. That basically gives you an extra life in this dungeon.]
Of course, I wouldn’t say no to my boss’s kind gesture. I accepted it with a smile.
But on my way home, I suddenly heard a slow, dragging noise right behind me.
It got closer and closer.
Instinctively, I spun around, but nothing was there.
Frowning, I kept walking.
Then everything faded to black, and I collapsed on the spot
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