Mystery

I am the strongest NPC in a horror game, they call me the Ghost Bride.

I wear a Red Wedding Dress, swaying my crimson nails, wandering freely through the vast ancient mansion, unbound by the rules.

I enjoy watching the terror on the players’ faces and the screams they let out.

Until one day, a middle-aged woman saw my face clearly, neither terrified nor screaming.

She shed tears: “My dear, I am your mother.”

In our village, a child who dies before his parents cannot be given a funeral—unless he dies in an unclean place.

When my drowned best friend is laid in the mourning hall, a seven-day vigil turns my guilt into terror, and the truth behind the hauntings proves more horrifying than any ghost.

I fell into a sewer while I was out buying groceries and was already unconscious by the time I was rescued.

But unexpectedly, while I was unconscious, a gas explosion occurred at home, killing my husband instantly.

Sobbing hysterically, I stumbled home as fast as I could.

The neighbors all remarked on how deeply my husband and I must have loved each other.

Only I knew I was merely anxious to see the fruits of my labor.

After all, I couldn’t put my mind at ease until I’d seen it with my own eyes…

My first love, a man who had clawed his way out of poverty, murdered me.

Then I was reborn inside his beautiful, wealthy wife’s womb.

If nothing went wrong, once I survived the pregnancy, that bastard would lift me tenderly into his arms and say, “Look at this little darling.

Daddy’s sweetheart from a past life.”

That’s right.

I was your sweetheart.

And I’ve come to collect.

The school bully tormented me at school, then followed me home and, right in front of me, slammed Ah Huang, the puppy who had grown up by my side, to death.

But the bully didn’t know I was the Daughter of the Underworld King.

Seizing souls was an ability I had been born with.

The next day, the bully acted completely out of character at school. One by one, he beat up everyone who had ever picked on me.

Then he announced in front of everyone that from now on, he would protect me forever.

When no one was around, I reached up and patted his head. “Good boy, Ah Huang. This body is pretty useful, isn’t it?”

My mother was exquisitely beautiful.

But during the years my father studied abroad, another man kept her in his power and abused her.

On the day Father returned, he stumbled upon what was happening.

I thought he would be horrified.

Furious.

Instead, he merely closed the bedroom door.

And heartlessly shut my mother inside with her humiliation and her tears.

The auspicious hour had arrived. The wedding rites were complete, yet the bride remained kneeling in her blood-red wedding dress.

A gust of wind lifted her bridal veil, revealing a woman’s half-rotted head. Her lifeless eyes stared straight at me.

I tried to flee, but an icy hand clamped tightly around my wrist.

“Where are you going, my lady?” the wedding attendant asked with a smile. “It’s time for the banquet.”

Dark purple corpse spots stood out starkly on his powder-caked wrist.

So none of the guests at the wedding banquet were alive.

Myself included.

My younger sister gave birth to a son in the Eastern Palace.

I brought a fortune in family wealth and cartloads of rare medicinal pills with me to the palace to visit her.

The moment she saw me, she nestled into my arms and began to cry, tears falling one after another.

Her movements were intimate, her voice soft and spoiled. There was not the slightest trace of distance or unfamiliarity between us.

And yet my entire body went rigid, a chill crawling up my spine and sinking into my heart.

Because the face before me, identical to my sister’s in every way,

was not the dead woman’s skin I had sewn onto her with my own hands.

The year I turned fifteen, I buried my foster mother and entered the imperial palace.

I became a princess.

They said the late empress had cut me from her womb before setting herself on fire.

That I looked exactly like her.

How could I not?

Fifteen years of going hungry at every meal and swallowing medicine every day had seen to that.

At least all that effort had paid off.

I had finally wormed my way into the palace!

[Double Male Leads + Infinite Flow + Thriller Game Live Stream + Suspense]

“Any wish you have, the Necromancer Game can fulfill. Please choose Yes/No to join the game.”

Lu Li reattached his severed right hand, wiped the blood from his face, and entered the Necromancer Game.

Here, countless Live Stream Rooms exist, with thousands of Players fighting fiercely, all for more Points and a chance to squeeze into the Live Stream Ranking.

Then, one day-

They looked up and saw multiple pinned, glittering reward messages:

“Player Lu Li’s Live Stream Room received Carnival ×5200 from the Underworld King.”

“Player Lu Li’s Live Stream Room received Crystal Castle ×888 from the Evil God.”

“Evil God has activated Second-Class Earl Guardian in Player Lu Li’s Live Stream Room.”

“Evil God renewed Black Diamond Member for 1888 days in Player Lu Li’s Live Stream Room.”

They were stunned. Who is Lu Li?

Player in the same Instance 1: Same card draw, but he drew Underworld King at the start! And the first reward message, you censored the name for nothing!

Player in the same Instance 2: Heh, thanks for the invite, just finished the Instance. Met Lu Li-aside from luck and that face, he’s got nothing!

Informed Player 1: What do you know! Scarier than the game itself is a living person who simply cannot die!

Informed Player 2: Risking being banned by the Underworld King, selling Lu Li half-body posters in the front row, you know what to do!

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Later, they learned that when Lu Li left his original world, that world sounded a level-one alert all night long.

Because here, they lost their strongest War Weapon.

A terrifying Experimental Subject with maxed-out stats.