Before the Sunrise Reminds Me Who I Was Supposed to Become by Telion Marex Arlwin 2 Summary
In this chapter, the protagonist finds herself in a seemingly easy SSS-level dungeon, where other players have all made the same wish to die peacefully of old age. However, she shocks everyone by choosing a very different, provocative wish—to die overwhelmed by pleasure, with the boss himself delivering it. The boss, usually cold and unreadable, is visibly stunned by her boldness, and instead of responding as expected, the system announces a new quest: to survive inside a mansion for three days, completing side quests to earn new wishes.
Upon entering the mansion at night, the protagonist is confronted with walls covered in memorial portraits of the players, each with their wishes written below—except hers, which is blacked out. This immediately isolates her from the group, who view her as an outcast and a doomed player. Pete, a middle-aged man, openly mocks her choice and predicts she won’t survive the night, while the others join in with cruel remarks.
When it comes time to choose rooms, the other players band together, taking the best accommodations and leaving the protagonist with a small, unpleasant maid’s room. Despite the hostility and exclusion, she remains silent, resigned to her fate. The chapter closes with the boss lingering in the empty living room, hesitating before moving away, leaving the protagonist alone in a tense, uncertain atmosphere.
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“Could this possibly be the easiest SSS-level dungeon ever?” someone teased, their voice carrying a mix of disbelief and amusement.
I remained silent, my eyes fixed on the vast sky above, watching the glowing messages flicker and dance through the air. The chat erupted with laughter and sarcastic comments.
[Ugh, another bunch wishing to ‘die of old age’? How utterly dull.]
[Seriously, how many times has this happened now? Every single group picks the same wish. Such self-righteous fools.]
[They’ll soon learn why the ‘Wish’ dungeon is ranked SSS.]
Before I could process their words, the boss materialized quietly right in front of me.
“You’re the last one,” he said, his voice low, cold, and unreadable.
“So… how do you want to die?” he asked.
Well, damn. Looks like this is really the end of the line for me.
Before being dragged into this nightmare game, I was the heroine in an erotica—waking up every morning tangled in the sheets with handsome men. Completely useless at anything else.
Expecting me to devise some brilliant survival strategy?
Not a chance.
I surrendered immediately.
If death was my fate here, then I might as well go out fulfilling my deepest desire—
To transform this bleak, lifeless world into a vast playground of pleasure.
Whether it’s scorching hot or freezing cold, I’d make it unbearably steamy.
And honestly, even with his face shrouded in that swirling black mist, the boss’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, and that deep, magnetic voice gave him away. The guy was undeniably well-built.
Lust has a way of turning the timid bold.
So, without hesitation, I said, “I want to die gasping for breath, with trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so overwhelming it kills me.”
The boss blinked, clearly caught off guard.
I added, “Oh, and you’ll be the one giving it to me.”
His entire form froze as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. The black mist around him stilled, and the air grew heavy with silence.
For a long moment, he just stood there, then slowly stepped back.
I waited, confused.
But he never uttered his usual line—no “As you wish.”
Instead, the system’s cold, mechanical voice echoed through the space:
[Preliminary task: “Make a Wish” — completed.]
[Please follow the Boss into the mansion.]
[Main quest: Survive inside the mansion for three days.]
[During these three days, random side quests will appear.]
[Each completed quest grants one new wish.]
[Only the player who makes the correct wish will survive until the end.]
By the time we arrived at the mansion, night had already draped its dark veil over the world.
The moment I stepped into the grand living room, I froze in place.
Every inch of the walls was covered with framed photographs—memorial portraits.
Each photo captured one of us.
Below each picture was a handwritten note, stating the person’s wish:
[Die peacefully of old age, without sickness or pain.]
All except mine.
The words beneath my photo had been crudely blacked out with a thick marker.
Every pair of eyes in the room immediately turned toward me.
Pete, a middle-aged man, was the first to break the silence.
“Now that I think about it,” he said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously, “you didn’t make the same wish as the rest of us, did you? You were hiding off in the corner. So, little miss, what kind of death did you pick?”
Before I could respond, the boss cut in sharply.
“Players are forbidden to inquire about others’ wishes.”
For some reason, his voice was tense, almost strained.
Seeing that, the others backed off, their expressions twisting into smug smirks.
“Look at that—her wish got blacked out. Classic death flag,” one sneered.
“She’s as good as dead tonight.”
“Who’s dumb enough to go off-script when the answer’s right in front of you? Serves her right.”
“Better for us if the dead weight drops early.”
Before I realized what was happening, I had been completely ostracized from the group.
When it came time to choose rooms, they clustered together, grabbing all the decent ones and leaving me with the smallest, dingiest maid’s room.
“Not like it matters,” Pete said with a cruel smirk, holding the door half-shut. “You won’t live past tonight anyway. Might as well sleep anywhere.”
When the door clicked shut behind me, silence engulfed the entire house.
Only the boss and I remained in the empty living room.
He lingered for a moment, as if hesitating before drifting away.
Conclusion
The chapter closes on a note thick with tension and isolation, capturing the protagonist’s bold defiance amid a sea of conformity and judgment. Her choice to embrace a different kind of death—one intertwined with desire and vulnerability—sets her apart from the others, marking her as both an outcast and a figure of quiet strength. The cold, dismissive reactions of the other players underscore the loneliness she faces, yet her resolve remains unshaken, hinting at a deeper courage beneath her seemingly reckless wish.
At the heart of this moment lies a poignant exploration of identity and survival, where the protagonist’s yearning to rewrite her fate challenges the rigid expectations of the game and those around her. The eerie stillness of the mansion and the boss’s hesitant presence amplify the emotional weight of this turning point, suggesting that her path forward, though fraught with uncertainty, may also hold unexpected possibilities. In this charged silence before the storm, the story leaves us poised on the edge of transformation, where desire and danger intertwine beneath the cold light of the night.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
Tensions are set to rise as the protagonist finds herself isolated not only by the eerie mansion but also by the chilling disdain of the other players. The weight of her mysterious, blacked-out wish hangs over her like a dark cloud, fueling suspicion and hostility. As the boss’s strange behavior and silence add an unsettling layer to the atmosphere, readers will be drawn into the emotional turmoil of being an outcast in a high-stakes game where survival seems impossible.
In the next chapter, expect the boundaries between fear, desire, and power to blur as the protagonist navigates the mansion’s haunting corridors and the unpredictable side quests that promise both danger and opportunity. The boss’s enigmatic presence looms larger, hinting at complexities beneath his cold exterior. Will the protagonist’s bold choice become her salvation or her downfall? The unfolding events promise to challenge her wit, courage, and perhaps even the very nature of her deepest desires.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
