Night of Infinite Madness (1)

The lightning struck down, and immediately after, the dark clouds parted as two golden rays descended from the sky, healing the wounds on Gu Yu's body. Little Wei looked up at him.

Gu Yu had already stood up, shedding his once-weary skin and demeanor, instantly reverting to the graceful and youthful appearance of his past.

Gu Yu smiled at Little Wei.

"Brother, I'll wait for you in the divine realm," he called out to her from afar.

Little Wei waved at Gu Yu before turning her gaze toward the distant Western Sea, where another figure was slowly ascending into the sky.

What a pity—they never got to meet in the end.

But there would surely be plenty of chances in the future.

"Si, take me away," Little Wei said to Si.

"Alright."

After a dizzying whirl, Little Wei returned to the system space. The Qingdao Sect and Huaiyang Sect had already merged, and the future of the Canglan Continent would now be left to the descendants.

Having absorbed a considerable amount of demonic energy, Little Wei noticed her hair had grown longer, now reaching her waist. It was no longer pure white but a faint gray. When she lightly pinched her arm, she could feel the softness of her skin. A pale green dress draped over her fair knees, above which a hint of light pink peeked through.

A trace of joy flickered across Little Wei's face.

She was now indistinguishable from a real person—even under close scrutiny.

"For this mission, do you want the Soul Light? Gu Tianyi gave you half of hers," Si asked.

Little Wei thought for a moment before shaking her head.

"No, let’s not take advantage of the descendants. I don’t need it—return it to her. Besides, the rewards this time are already good enough." She pulled out her staff, watching as it transformed into a little white-robed girl sitting on a cloud cushion.

There was also a small tiger.

"I’ll take the tiger to the company for now. I’ll deliver it to you in the next world," Si added.

"As for points, you’ve made a great contribution this time, so you’ve been awarded 1,000 points. Still no item rewards, though. You now have 3,000 points in total."

Little Wei lay down on the bed and pulled the covers tight.

"I’m going to sleep first."

She was exhausted and needed to rest quickly before entering the next world—the final one. She was curious about what it would be like, and once she emerged from it, she would finally see her wife again.

The eight hours of sleep were incredibly refreshing. The moment she opened her eyes, a book flew toward her, directed by her staff.

"Big brother, this is your last world in the elimination round. It’s a bit dangerous, you know," the staff said with a sweet smile.

"What kind of world is it?" Little Wei asked curiously as she took the book.

The next second, she was kicked straight into the world.

"Original host’s wish: Survive."

The moment these words registered in her mind, Little Wei felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. When she looked up, she saw a cold, pale jawline above her—clean and elegant, framed by a black baseball cap that obscured the person’s eyes.

Before she could react, Little Wei suddenly collapsed to the ground. Blood seeped from her abdomen, gradually staining the floor crimson. A wave of terror flooded her heart.

What the—?

She had just arrived—how was she already dying?

Her eyelids felt unbearably heavy, as if she had been kicked into the ocean, struggling to breathe, suffocating in agony.

Then, abruptly, her eyes snapped open. Instinctively, she clutched her abdomen, her face deathly pale.

Had she died?

Oh. Apparently not yet.

Her mind was a chaotic mess, and she couldn’t even sort through the host’s memories properly.

"Little Wei, are you okay?" A voice came from beside her.

She turned to see a girl in a light pink vest, looking about eighteen or nineteen years old.

Was this…

A university dormitory?

The darkened sky outside filled her with an uneasy tension, a sense of suppressed madness.

Little Wei stared at the girl in the pink vest, finally dredging up her name from the host’s fragmented memories.

In the host’s last memories, this girl had been pierced through the chest by a grotesque hand, dying horribly.

Her name was Feng Juan.

Feng Juan looked at Little Wei, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"Little Wei, why are you spacing out?"

"Sorry, just give me a moment to collect myself."

The host’s memories were a complete mess, like a tangled ball of yarn.

"We have to go, Little Wei. If we don’t leave now, we won’t make it in time," Feng Juan said, grabbing Little Wei’s hand.

Before Little Wei could respond, Feng Juan was already pulling her out of the room.

The dimly lit dormitory hallway was bathed in a faint yellow glow, while the darkness beyond felt suffocating—an abyss impossible to see through. Feng Juan tiptoed, dragging Little Wei toward the nearest staircase.

But after descending one floor, Feng Juan suddenly changed direction, pulling Little Wei toward the farthest staircase instead.

By now, Little Wei had finally pieced together the key details.

This was an endless loop game where all participants were trapped. The building was infested with strange creatures, and the campus harbored hidden killers.

In the host’s last attempt, she had barely stepped out of the dormitory before dying.

Counting previous loops, the host had died three times. The first two times, she hadn’t even escaped the dormitory before being dragged away by some unseen entity, devoured whole—skin and bones.

The host had never gotten a clear look at the thing, but the sheer terror of death struck like a hammer, leaving behind a lingering, throbbing fear that made Little Wei’s legs weak and her body tremble uncontrollably.

Feng Juan led her down the stairs, moving silently. Near the green "Emergency Exit" sign, Feng Juan spotted a glimpse of gray-black fabric.

"Run!" she whispered urgently to Little Wei.

Without hesitation, she bolted. The lurking killer didn’t hesitate either, raising a gun at them. Little Wei swung her staff, summoning a white barrier that blocked the bullet.

From upstairs, the sound of retreating footsteps grew distant. The killer, now frenzied, lunged at her like a madman, claws outstretched—but before he could strike, the staff pierced through his chest. He collapsed, lifeless.

There was no denying it—that killer had scared the living daylights out of her.

Clutching the staff tightly, Little Wei felt an overwhelming gratitude for having such protection.

But now, what next?

She stared at the pitch-black stairwell door.

Should they switch staircases or continue down this one?

Two choices lay before her.

The host’s memories were still a jumbled mess, and Little Wei couldn’t calm down enough to sort through the details.

Truth be told, she was terrified of ghosts.

That killer had looked like one—his face deathly pale.

According to the host’s memories, the school had been completely normal during the day. But tonight, everything had changed.

Little Wei glanced back. A blood-red moon hung in the sky, ominous and foreboding. Down below, a few girls were sprinting desperately, pursued by killers who shot them down one by one.

This…

Was nothing short of a nightmarish massacre.

This is adapted from a dream I had before, though that one wasn't an infinite flow story, nor did it have killers—only terrifying creatures that could snatch people across infinite layers, with just one life to lose. It truly made me break out in a cold sweat at the time.

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