Inside The Game With My Yandere

I placed my injured hand on a nearby tree, trying not to puke from the bloody, gory mess it had become.

Then, I hovered my other hand a few inches above it, careful not to touch the wounds.

"Heal..." I willed in my mind, focusing on activating my skill. Sure enough, with just a thought, I felt warmth spread through my good hand as a faint green light emitted onto my wounds. Slowly, they began to heal.

"Damn..." I muttered, fascinated as my severed skin rejoined and the holes filled up with flesh. I could even feel the pain vanishing.

Boxcutter stood over me, watching with an intense expression. She didn't seem too happy about me healing myself. Did she want me to stay injured?

#Warning: MP has reached 0.

"Huh? Already?" I complained as the green glow from my hand faded. My hand wasn't even fully healed yet—only about 70%.

"You ran out of MP, didn't you? Too bad..." Boxcutter smirked, pulling me up by my arm. "Well, whatever. Let's keep going. The monsters are waiting for us..."

I stumbled as she rushed me, but I didn't complain. After seeing how quickly she had struck that rabbit, hesitation was the last thing she had.

That aside, why did my MP run out so quickly? Was it because I was still Level 1? Or did healing skills just have a high MP cost?

"How much MP do you have left?" I asked, trying to get an idea.

"Huh? Me?" She turned back, smiling. "I'm still full."

"Full? How? Isn't MP supposed to regenerate slowly on its own?"

"It's because I haven't used my skill yet," she replied, turning away again.

Really? That super-fast slash from her blade wasn't a skill? Meaning she was just that good at cutting things? Or was it an effect of her Weapon Master class—just like my class ability reduced damage to my body?

As I contemplated these technicalities, Boxcutter suddenly stopped walking, her face turning red again.

"I'll be back in a while. Wait here for me..." she said before quickly running off somewhere.

"Restroom?..." I murmured, sitting down again and leaning against a tree. She sure was quick on her feet. Leaving me alone in the middle of a forest—did she even care about me or not?

As a man, it was pathetic that I had to rely on the girl who abducted me just a few hours ago. Yet, as a healer, I had no choice. I could try to find other teammates, but she wasn't letting me.

I was too weak to stop her. Even if I managed to take away her weapon, she'd still beat me in a barehanded fight. I was sure of it. Her body was athletic, her thick thighs strong—she could probably knock me out with a single kick.

"Sigh..." I looked up at the sky. Not a single cloud. Did the clouds not render properly or something?

"Ah... Sister! Run... faster!"

A high-pitched voice rang out. I turned to see a young girl, around thirteen, running between the trees with several bees chasing her—bees as large as her head.

The fuck...? I jolted upright in panic.

Why was a little girl inside a game like this? Those damn Game Masters.

Not far behind her was a boy, even younger—maybe ten. He was running unnaturally fast, likely using a skill, darting back and forth, trying to lure the bees away from his sister. But the bees weren't having it. They were locked onto her.

Fortunately, due to their oversized bodies and relatively small wings, they were a bit slower than normal bees. However, it wouldn't be long before they caught her.

I didn't think—I just charged forward.

I wasn't a hero, but I couldn't let kids get stung by creatures like these on my watch.

Since they were already coming my way, I reached the girl in no time. Just as I did, she stumbled over a tree root and fell.

"Quickly! Come here!"

I grabbed her in my arms, but it was too late to run. Instead, I covered her with my body, leaving my back exposed to the bees.

"Run away—fast!" I shouted at the boy. He hesitated for a moment, then bolted. A few bees followed him, but most stayed.

"Ahhh! Ouch!"

Buzzz... Buzzz...

The stinging began.

Long stingers pierced my back, my shoulders, my neck. One bee tried to sting my head, but thankfully, my skull was harder than its stinger. I made sure to shield the girl tightly. Thanks to the bees' large size, they couldn't slip through the small gaps in my arms, keeping her safe—for now. She whimpered and trembled, crying silently.

The pain was hellish. The bees died one by one as their stingers broke off in my skin, but their numbers didn't seem to dwindle.

#Kill Assist: Giant Bee (+2 points)

#Kill Assist: Giant Bee (+2 points)

#Kill Assist: Giant Bee (+2 points)

Painful... It's too painful...

Someone... Anyone... Please, help us.

My class effect was working, but it wasn't enough. Soon, my consciousness would fade. And when it did—

Game over.

I wouldn't even be able to save this girl.

And then, just when I thought it was over—just when I had lost all hope—I heard footsteps approaching.

Step… Step…

Loud and clear.

"Here! That way!" The boy had returned with help.

"Stay back, kid. I got this!" A loud, husky female voice rang out. Then, warmth spread over my entire body.

"Flamethrower!"

I didn't move or look up, but it was obvious what was happening. The swarm of bees was being burned alive. The air grew hot. I could feel the charred bodies of the bees falling onto my back.

One… two… three… they kept dropping until there were no more.

"Phew… That was close. Are you both okay?"

Step… Step… She ran toward us, shaking my shoulder. I was alive—just too bewildered to react.

I looked up.

A beautiful face. An ugly burn scar trying its best to ruin it—but failing.

"Are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine…" I stammered, sitting up straight.

I helped the girl to her feet as her brother threw his arms around her in a tight hug.

"Sister…!"

"Little brother…!"

Their tearful reunion faded into the background as my eyes remained locked on the woman who had just saved me.

"Good work protecting the girl." She patted my shoulder with a smile, her short brown hair swaying in the wind.

A strange tingling spread through my chest.

I was lost for words.