Consciousness gradually returned, and after entering the adventure world, Ye Chuan was surprised to find himself appearing in a room.
The room was empty, with only a simple metal-framed bed, a wardrobe, and a toilet.
It wasn’t spacious, and there wasn’t even a window.
The decor vaguely resembled Ye Chuan’s old room—dilapidated and shabby, giving him a sense of coming home.
“Is this the so-called immersive experience?” Ye Chuan rubbed his chin. So this was full-dive adventure gaming? Why does it feel like I’ve actually been transported here?
It’s definitely interesting.
Ye Chuan instinctively tried to summon Lilith, only to realize the jade pendant on his chest was gone.
He quickly understood—apparently, tenants couldn’t be brought along on adventures.
But given Haki Tong’s usual antics, there would probably be a paid feature in the future to unlock bringing tenants along. As long as you were willing to spend, anything seemed possible.
If he unlocked it, he could take Qian Shuang to the Tianxuan Continent, seek revenge on the Qingyun Sect, and help Bai Qianshuang resolve her inner turmoil.
Pushing aside these thoughts, Ye Chuan focused on the adventure at hand—
The one-time adventure world he’d unlocked was called Ghost Dormitory, meaning he was stuck in a dorm?
But in Ye Chuan’s spiritual perception, he didn’t sense any ghostly presences—though he did notice something else.
A piece of paper stuck to the wall caught his attention. With a wave of his hand, the paper flew into his grasp.
[Ghost Dormitory Rules
1. You must return to your dorm and lock the door before midnight every night.
2. Ghosts cannot be killed. If you encounter one before gaining strength, you must flee.
3. The dormitory has six floors, with plenty of resources to upgrade your room. Defeat the final boss on the 7th night to end the game.]
“A game?” Ye Chuan frowned slightly. If that were the case, did this so-called game have other players?
And ghosts couldn’t be killed?
He didn’t believe that.
Ghosts couldn’t kill him.
Ye Chuan also noticed a shabby phone on the bedside table. Picking it up, he saw it had only two functions: a status panel and a group chat.
[Player: Ye Chuan
Level: ???
&&%……￥%…￥%……%+]
The status panel was a mess of garbled text. Giving up on deciphering it, Ye Chuan turned to the group chat, where hundreds of messages had already piled up.
Dorm 533: What the hell? Where am I? Ghost Dormitory?
Dorm 101: I was taking a dump when I suddenly blacked out and woke up here.
Dorm 145: Quit complaining. I was in the middle of pleasuring myself—ended up humping a pillow!
Dorm 341: What does ‘player’ mean? I’m only Level 1. Do I need to level up to leave?
Dorm 224: Everyone, let’s meet outside our rooms. Seems like we were all dragged here against our will.
……
As Ye Chuan read the messages, he heard noisy chatter outside his door. Tucking the phone away, he pushed the door open and stepped out.
Dozens of people stood in the hallway—men and women, young and old, all with worried expressions. Clearly, none of them knew why they were here.
This surprised Ye Chuan, since he had come here willingly.
So he was the only special case?
“Waaah, I’m scared! I’m really scared of ghosts!” A timid girl burst into tears, hugging a stuffed toy and whimpering.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Heheh, you can stay with me in my dorm.”
The group quickly pieced together their situation—they’d all been forcibly pulled into this world by some unknown force. To escape, they had to survive until the 7th night and defeat the final boss.
“Don’t panic. If we follow the rules, we should be fine. I’ve read enough novels to know,” said a bespectacled man.
“No worries, stick with Brother Hao,” a muscular guy grinned, his build radiating a sense of security.
“It’s almost midnight!” someone suddenly shouted.
Everyone checked their phones—it was already 11:50-something. Panic set in as they scrambled back to their rooms and locked their doors.
Soon, the hallway was empty except for Ye Chuan, hands in his pockets, leisurely strolling back to his room.
Now he understood—he was definitely the anomaly here.
Like a cultivator accidentally stumbling into a battle royale horror game.
But Ye Chuan didn’t care. He was only interested in the ghosts—his original goal was to harvest spirit essence.
The more ghosts spawned, the better. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have enough opportunities to stock up.
Just as Ye Chuan sat on his bed, a broadcast echoed through the halls—
[10… 9… 8… until midnight.]
[The witching hour has arrived. Survive if you can.]
As the clock struck twelve, Ye Chuan immediately sensed the change. His spiritual perception detected a thick mist filling the hallway, followed by the emergence of several spectral figures.
Low, guttural growls emanated from the ghosts as they drifted aimlessly.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The sound of pounding came from the neighboring room.
Ye Chuan checked his phone—the group chat had exploded.
Dorm 225: Holy crap, there are ghosts outside?!
Dorm 224: I hear it—it’s banging on your door!
Dorm 443: Oh god, a female ghost is knocking! Can she get in?!
……
After skimming the frantic messages, Ye Chuan turned his gaze to his own door.
A ghost had already arrived—a woman in tattered white robes, her hair disheveled, skin ghastly gray with veins of blood, her feet hovering just above the ground.
Just as the ghost raised a rotting hand to knock—click—the door swung open.
The ghost froze, clearly not expecting someone to answer. Her milky-white eyes widened as her decaying lips twisted into a grotesque grin. “Hehehehe…”
Ye Chuan grinned back. “Kekekeke, little ghost~”
Ghost: ?
Uh… bro, you got the script wrong, right?
Shouldn’t you be the one looking terrified? Why does your laugh sound even creepier than mine?
The next moment, Ye Chuan’s hand shot out, clamping around the ghost’s throat as spiritual energy surged from his palm.
BOOM!
The ghost didn’t even have time to scream before her body exploded, leaving behind only a single spirit essence.
Ye Chuan pocketed the essence and drew his peachwood sword, smirking at the other stunned ghosts in the hallway.
“Showtime.”
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
