The live broadcast was captivating. Viewers followed Lucas's gaze closely, their eyes narrowing with curiosity.
Displayed on-screen was Young Lucas's diary—his memories laid bare for the world to see.
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July 7 – Rainy
Today I learned the difference between the physiological structures of humans and animals.
The practical activities were fascinating.
Today was a happy day.
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July 18 – Rainy
Today I discovered the fastest way to make someone die.
Today was a happy day.
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August 1 – Rainy
We had a smile test today.
It was the funniest one yet.
Today was a very happy day.
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August 9 – Rainy
I met a couple who wanted to adopt me.
The man gave me a warm and kind feeling—just like the people at the orphanage.
I wanted to leave with them.
But the director said I could find someone even better.
I believe Director Xiao Li. Today was really a very happy day.
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November 26 – Rainy
Lately, I keep hearing people talking to me...
But none of my friends can see them.
The director told me,
"Every child is special. It's just that we all hide our uniqueness."
After hearing that, I felt happier again.
Today was a happy day.
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"Wait… are we saying that Lucas was already mentally unstable at such a young age?!" one viewer commented, shocked.
Another replied, "Maybe Young Lucas's experiences aren't exactly the same as our Lucas's, but there's definitely a pattern here."
"Hold on. Auditory hallucinations by November 26? That early? Is mental illness in his case hereditary?!"
"Could be. Within just a year or two, his symptoms probably escalated—hallucinations, delusions... all of it became more apparent."
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As the audience processed the disturbing timeline, Lucas's fingers froze on the diary's November 26 entry.
Auditory hallucinations?
He shook his head in disdain.
"What a poor imitation of reality…"
Losing interest, Lucas closed the diary with a light snap.
"I wrote 'I'm happy' at the end of every entry on purpose," he muttered, placing the book back exactly where it had been.
"I must've known someone from the orphanage would eventually read it…"
Without another glance at Young Lucas's room, he stood, wiped his kitchen knife clean, and walked out—not a trace of hesitation or regret in his steps.
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Screams shattered the early morning silence.
"Aaaaah—!"
It was Aunt Fang's piercing voice.
Outside, a light drizzle painted the orphanage in somber tones. The children stirred awake as footsteps echoed down the halls.
Lucas and the other players arrived at the scene, where a crowd of children had gathered at Young Lucas's door.
Their faces weren't sad. They were… curious.
"Oh my God…"
Aunt Fang gasped, her hand covering her trembling mouth.
Tears welled in her eyes.
"Young Lucas… is dead!"
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A child's voice suddenly rang out:
"He died just like his kitten did!"
Shock rippled through the players.
Even Aunt Fang, who had appeared slightly menacing the day before, now seemed fragile and broken.
The children's reaction to death… it was unnatural. Twisted.
Then came the sharp clack of high heels.
The headmistress—Director Xiao Li—strode down the corridor.
"All children, return to your rooms—now!"
Her voice cracked like a whip.
Instantly, the crowd dispersed like frightened birds.
Only the orphanage staff and the ten intern employees remained behind.
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Once Young Lucas's body was removed, the director retrieved his diary.
She flipped through a few pages.
And then—tears spilled from her eyes.
"Such a brilliant child… so pitiful," she whispered.
Aunt Fang, silently watching nearby, dabbed at her own tears.
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Later, when the players were given a short break, Sister Natalie folded her arms with a cold smirk.
"No one even bothered to ask about who killed him. Their reaction to his sudden death was far too casual. It's disgusting."
The captain approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"We just have to make it through these seven days. Less trouble means less risk."
Natalie scoffed but didn't respond further.
---
As the others began to talk quietly among themselves, the captain leaned toward Lucas with a lowered voice.
"Brother Jason—" he began, offering him a betel nut.
Lucas declined politely.
The captain slipped it back into his pocket.
"I thought I heard you walking around last night…" he said thoughtfully.
Lucas remained silent.
Then, with a friendly chuckle, the captain dismissed his own suspicion.
"Nah, couldn't have been you. You're just a quiet guy. Honest. A little boring maybe, but reliable."
He gave Lucas's shoulder a gentle pat.
"Don't wander alone at night. This place... it's not safe."
Lucas gave a grateful nod.
If only the captain knew—he'd just patted the shoulder of the most terrifying person in the orphanage.
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: Captain, wake up. That "quiet" guy? He's a full-blown psychopath.
: Trust your instincts, Captain. He did it. All of it.
: The captain's reaction when he finally learns the truth will be priceless.
Blue Kill: ...…
: LOL, time for a group photo!
: I want a selfie with the mastermind!
: 6666!
: Are you seriously watching Lucas's live stream again? Your mental scars healed already?!
Cream of the Crop: I got a question for you, Blue Kill.
Blue Kill: Shut up.
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Elliot and Blue Kill entered Lucas's live stream.
Their presence brought a huge spike in traffic.
> [301,684 people are now watching Supernova player Lucas's live stream.
235,491 gifts have been sent, totaling 235,491 points.]
> [Player Lucas is ranked #3 in current broadcast popularity.
He needs 350,000 more points to reach 2nd place. Please keep pushing!]
---
The director composed herself quickly.
She summoned the ten intern employees to her office.
"Today marks your first official day of work. I've already assigned your duties."
Aunt Fang passed out the worksheets.
Lucas glanced at his assignment.
Every hour was booked—no breathing room between tasks.
Thankfully, none of the jobs seemed too demanding.
His first task: "Take care of the children after breakfast, partnered with the captain."
The director still looked slightly shaken.
She smoothed her skirt and addressed the group again.
"Any intern who fails to meet expectations—" she paused, her voice turning cold,
"can leave the orphanage today."
---
Outside, the drizzle continued to fall gently, like it had for weeks.
But inside the orphanage, something had just begun to unravel.
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