You see, I wasn't supposed to be born.
But I, with my siblings, forced our way through the condom and made it pop out.
A few years later, they thought of selling me to the mafia for quick money.
See, my parents aren't your normal loving "parents", they were more like... professional scammers, who just happened to make me spawned.
Every time their debts piled up, their solution was simple: "Let's sell the kid."
The first time, they tried to sell me off to the pawnshop.
Didn't work I bit him.
The second time, they tried to do live selling.
Along with their products, I was merely a "freebie".
Of course it didn't work; the app banned my parents' account for human trafficking.
The third time, they hand me over to the gang boss. The trade was only for a few packs of cigarettes.
thankfully it didn't work. The gang leader said, "Go to therapy".
So yeah.... I survived being sold more times than I can count. By now, I was starting to think I'm unsellable.
Then came a twist: a few hours before the apocalypse, my parents' car had had enough of me not getting sold and began malfunctioning.
With a "boom", the car, along with its bodies, got obliterated by the explosion.
Don't worry no tears were shed, even webnovel god thought, "finally, those clowns are gone"
And just like that, I, the "unsellable kid," became the sole heir to their cursed possession.
A big, creepy, haunted-looking mansion at the edge of the town.
I thought the worst thing about inheriting it was dealing with dust, cobwebs, and ghosts.
I was wrong.
Because only after few hours after inheriting it, monsters invaded the blue planet.
And my new mansion's panel started talking to me.
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"caw!" "caw!" "Caw!" crows honk on top of the black rooftop of the mansion.
I was now at the gate outside the creepy mansion, where I could not see even a single house.
It seems that I also inherited my parents' greed, and I began mumbling. "This is basically the start of the horror movie. I'd rather take the money if there is money.
well I can't do anything since I need to wait 5 years for me to sell this mansion.
I lifted my hand and opened the gate. "creakkk" The gate squeaked as the gate opened.
It was unusually loud, as if it told the neighborhood, "Hey, the fresh victim came inside."
As I was walking to the mansion, I mumbled while looking around.
"Crows on the rooftop check, creepy gate squeak, check. All I need is a creepy girl in a white dress, and my horror bingo card is complete."
The wind blew cold across my neck.
I froze.
Slowly...I turned.
Nothing, just my shadow playing with me.
"Ha...ha, nice try webnovel horror god...but you need more practice to scare me"
I muttered while clutching my bag tighter.
"wait...maybe I shouldn't have said that out loud."
Anyway, I'm now at the door, feeling a bit uneasy.
With my old habit, I knocked three times, "knock!" "knock!" "knock!"
Well, of course, no one is going to open the door.... at least that's what I always thought.
Because as I was about to open it, it opened by itself.
"creak" instantly, a cold air blew into my very being, as if telling me to go now or I'll get stewed.
My face went grim. No one is inside, nor is anyone fast enough to go into another place after they've opened the door.
I knew I couldn't give up, this mansion will fetch a LOT if I sell this.
With my trembling feet, I took my first step inside. "Thud," the step's sound echoed throughout the mansion.
I regretted doing that but I can't waste this opportunity.
Then I stepped again with my feet that were once outside
I'm finally inside.
The first thing that welcomed me wasn't a ghost or a mysterious whisperer.
It was dust.
Layers of it, thick enough to choke a vacuum cleaner.
Cough! "Yeah, great haunted and allergic, what a perfect combo!" I muttered while waving my hand like it would magically clean out the air.
The main hall stretches far wide, its chandelier hanging by a single rusty chain that looked one teeny tiny cough away from snapping.
Portraits of ancestors lined the wall, their eyes followed every movement I made, like judging my fashion choice.
"excellent... not a single welcome is on par with your great-great-great-great-grandfather staring at your soul."
I said while forcing a nervous laugh.
As I walked deeper, the wooden floor creaked with every step I took.
creak....creak.....creak.
"Stop it," I whispered. "I get it, that this mansion is the definition of a horror movie."
Suddenly, this echoed from upstairs.
I froze again.
Silence.
Then, another thud, louder than the last time.
Followed by a faint sound of dragging sound.
My years of experience from being tried to sell kicked in and screamed, Leave.
My greed whispered, the property value might drop like a meteor if you panic.
Which voice should I listen to?
I slowly grabbed my phone, turned on the flashlight, and pointed it towards the stairs.
The beam caught a dusty mirror.
And my own face reflected at me.
"Why am I so surprised at seeing a mirror? I'm not a primitive man or something."
I cackled a not-funny joke out of the blue.
Still, something felt off... the air was thicker, colder.
And the mirror did it just tilt by itself?
Before I could react, a low beep echoed behind me.
Ding!
A holographic blue panel flickered in the air, right above my head.
[Haunted Estate System Online.]
[Welcome, Current Owner: ???]
[initiating magical structure]
"huh...?"
Then, words began forming rapidly across the panel:
[Congratulations! You are now bound to Mansion ID: 666.]
I stared at the words, my mouth hung open.
"Did that restaurant secretly put hallucination mushrooms?!"
I shouted while desperately slapping my chin.
"ouch" my chin are now bright red colored, due to me slapping it. But something's strange...the words don't disappear.
Then it etched words again.
[Survive your first night.
Rewards:
-ultimate protection
-more features]
"You know what, Mom and dad.
You should've just sold me to that rich gangster that we saw on the street 4 years ago."