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.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
