Psychological

Before we married, my husband had a girl who had spent five years chasing him with everything she had, but he fell for me at first sight.

Three years later, that girl returned to the country, successful and famous. She was now an internationally renowned photographer, dazzling and breathtakingly beautiful.

As for me, I was a stay-at-home mom, weighing over 130 pounds, with nothing to show for myself.

At a gathering, someone teased Lu Huaixu.

“Qin Shuang is still a virgin for your sake…”

He snapped at the person immediately, “Don’t talk nonsense!”

But that night.

He stayed out on the balcony, smoking for the entire night.

My sister was beautiful and brilliant, always effortlessly winning people over.

Compared to her, my plain self was like a timid little mouse.

My parents used to say, “How can you even compare yourself to your sister?”

My childhood friend said, “Jiajia and you don’t look like sisters.”

I asked him, “Then what do we look like instead?”

Sniffling, he replied:

“Like a princess and her maid.”

That was until I met Cen Yi.

My parents were clinging to my sister, introducing her to his family and boasting about how exceptional their daughter was.

I stood off to the side, stealing glances at the cookies on the table.

But he bypassed everyone else and pulled me into a tight embrace.

“Mine,”

he said.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but this card has insufficient funds.”

I froze for a heartbeat before quickly handing over another one.

The red light flashed again.

“I’m sorry, this card is also declined.”

“…What?”

I steadied my breathing and dialed my husband’s number.

“Honey, haven’t you been paid yet? The baby is out of formula.”

His voice through the receiver was devoid of warmth.

“A household isn’t supported by one person alone. I expect you to learn how to be independent instead of living like some pathetic parasite.”

With those words, he declared war.

Fine.

Then let the hunt begin.

At the school evening party, four girls from the Dance Club collapsed from poisoning while performing ballet.

After being sent to the hospital, three died from the poison, and one was lucky enough to survive.

The one who survived was me.

The one who poisoned them was also me.

[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.

I have slaughtered pigs in the palace for four years; wherever my axe struck, none survived.

With every pig I killed, I recited “Amitabha.”

My skilled butchering caught the attention of the Prince, who took me as his trusted aide.

I became the deadly butcher’s knife; he became the executioner who wielded it.

Killing and beheading – “Amitabha”; burying them on the spot – “well done, well done.”

I livestream my mom dancing the Soul Summoning Dance.

Netizens rush to like and comment.

Only one bullet comment says: [Your mom is dancing the Soul Summoning Dance. If she dances for seven days straight, she can exchange a life.]

My hand holding the phone trembles.

Today is the seventh day.

At my grand wedding to my Boyfriend, a stranger pushed open the door and walked in elegantly.

Who is he? What does he want? Is he here to bless me, or to destroy me?

When the man smiled, raised his hand, and lightly pushed me off the rooftop, I finally remembered who he was.

After fate destroyed me once more, it granted me the chance of Rebirth.

Since then I have decided: I will never bow my head or admit defeat. Even if I fall into Avici Hell, I will stop at nothing.

I was livestreaming in the Dormitory when viewers noticed that the Ceiling was leaking.

Everyone urged me to call a School Worker to fix it, but there was one Danmaku that said:

“This Dormitory is a Coffin Room. No one who lives here can leave alive.”

Lately, I keep feeling as if there’s someone else in the house.

At night, while I’m studying in the Study, I hear a faint breathing sound behind the right wall, along with the soft rustling of clothing.

I’ve been living in my boyfriend’s house for two months now, and I’m familiar with the layout of this villa. There’s no room to the right of the Study-my boyfriend said so too.

But is there really not?