I, the Great Emperor Fengdu, are you trying to trick me into playing with strange rules?

"No... No... Who are you?" the

player in Bed Seven turned pale suddenly, and his heart seemed to be pinched by someone, and it suddenly stopped.

Helena, Ulreto, had a straight look of fear on her face.

Yamakawa Kiichi's face was cloudy.

Armin looked at him calmly with his pale blue pupils.

Look at the expressions of these people.

Bed Seven players understand.

His identity was "replaced".

Can... When was it?

A panic inexplicably rose in the hearts of the players of Bed Seven.

Because of this imposter in front of you.

There is not the slightest difference from myself.

Even the emotions he showed now would be his normal reaction!

So, how could he prove that he was the truth?

"..."

The "Seventh Bed Player" after Helena and Urito, did not speak, but called for help from the rest of the people with a look of apprehension and horror.

This situation.

There is nothing bloody about it, and the mutual identity is exposed.

Because the real situation is that

the seventh bed player among the five people has not disappeared from their sight for a minute or a second.

On the other hand, this "suddenly" emerges from the darkness as the player in bed seven.

It's hard not to be suspicious.

No one spoke, everyone's eyes were silently thinking.

"Which one is weird!"

"You... Trust me... I'm really... He's taken my place!" the

Seven Bed player's voice was tinged with pathos.

He knows it well.

This situation is the worst of all.

Because of his former teammates, he didn't have the slightest idea of verifying the authenticity of the two.

In their opinion.

If you

talk rashly, I am afraid that there will be some pattern of attacks.

Naturally, they won't do it.

But since they don't speak.

The real Bed Seven player, however, cannot remain silent, and if he is really defined as an imposter, he will be abandoned in this dark space.

He's going to be crazy.

Crazy in the truest sense of the word.

Especially after experiencing that horrible wriggling sound.

He didn't want to be abandoned.

Don't want to be abandoned anymore.

His name is Aemond.

Born into a less affluent civilian family.

My father was an alcoholic and a gambler.

Back when he was two years old.

The mother hanged herself because she couldn't bear the pressure.

At the age of three.

The father lost the family house.

He began to sleep on the street with him.

When you're hungry, you look for food from the garbage can, and when you're thirsty, you drink from the stagnant water on the ground or the faucet on someone else's lawn.

At the age of five.

The father began to ask him to beg.

Aemond did it very seriously, and even if he didn't have enough food and clothing every day, he never complained.

Every day, he gave all the money he had received to his father.

I just want to get a compliment from my father...

But the reality is cruel after all.

The drunken father snatched the crumpled coins and swayed himself, not knowing which casino or bar he had gone to.

Only Aemond's thin body remained.

On the snowy streets, huddle alone under the overpass.

When it's cold, lean against the wall.

When I was hungry, I looked at the roadside, the crowd who were busy because of Thanksgiving, those fragrant foods, and cast envious glances from time to time.

Then greedily take a few puffs of the fragrance from the restaurant.

Even so.

Aemond didn't think about leaving.

Because a father is a father.

But even so,

his father abandoned him when he was eight years old.

And he

was taken back by the debt collectors.

The vicious debt collectors negotiated to sell his organs.

Aemond's unprecedented feeling that living with a debt collector seemed to be better than under the flyover.

Because there is food to eat.

Because there is a place to sleep.

"Daddy will come to me.

Little Aemond said.

The debt collector just sneered and contacted the buyer on his own.

Fortunately, in the end, he was saved.

Because of the organization of debt collectors, they were suspected of human organ trafficking and were investigated by the police.

He as a victim.

Because he had no relatives and belonged to the outcasts, he was taken to an orphanage.

Inside the orphanage.

There are a lot of children like him.

There are also clothes to wear.

There are even delicious foods that you don't normally dare to think of.

Even the bed.

It's also squishy.

Everything is unreal,

like a king's palace.

Little Aemond didn't like it,

because his father wasn't here....

Soon,

he was known for his cute appearance and quiet personality.

Adopted by a wealthy family.

The male and female heads of the adoptive family are unable to conceive because they are perennial.

That's why I went to an orphanage for adoption.

And they fell in love with this at a glance, a child born with a melancholy and quiet atmosphere.

Little Aemond is indeed very obedient.

I also lived a happy life.

It's a pity it didn't last long.

Because the hostess is pregnant.

It's a girl.

Little Aemond was busy taking care of this unrelated sister.

This sister was when she was little.

It's also very sticky to this brother.

But that's not the case when you're older.

His sister disliked him.

Dislike him for being submissive.

Dislike that he was adopted.

I dislike him for sharing the love of his parents.

So she framed Aemond to do something unspeakable to her.

There is no doubt about it.

Without the slightest suspicion, the parents kicked Aemond out.

He was back to nothing,

or worse.

Because his adoptive parents were considering suing him and wanted him to go to prison.

In the end, the court was due to insufficient evidence.

The indictment was dismissed.

But Aemond, no doubt, was expelled from school.

He was back on the street.

Under the familiar flyover.

But this time.

It's just him.

In order to survive,

Aemond began to try his hand at stealing and all kinds of other things that could not be put on the table.

He tried to work hard.

The shop that hired him threatened him with child labor and refused to give him the wages he deserved.

So he changed.

He became cold, selfish, and made himself hate himself.

He felt that there was no point in living.

But he didn't want to die.

As for the reason, it was only because he was afraid.

And so it goes, day after day.

It's a mess.

For many years, he was alone, alone.

Someone once liked him.

He refused.

Because he doesn't want to taste the feeling of being abandoned anymore.

Time passed little by little.

He became a bartender.

Day after day, I watched the guys with alcoholic children's families broken.

Sometimes he wonders.

Is his father one of those people?

Actually, yes.

Or even worse.

When he was 19 years old, the police found him, and his father had been hacked to death on the street because he was in debt.

More than ten years apart.

Aemond saw his father again.

But it was a collection of corpses.

See Father again.

But there was no ripple in Aemond's heart.

There is no sadness, no relief.

Some are just strangers' calm.

Faced with inquiries from staff.

Aemond chose to give up.

He didn't want to pay for his father anymore.

Back to that tavern again.

Calmly mixing wine.

Calmly serving those gamblers and drunkards.

Life may have passed like this.

Until the evil voice rang in everyone's ears.

[Boom, welcome to the Strange Tale Game!].