March 22, 2026.

1:37 AM.

Su Ming lay in bed, wide awake.

Staring at the pitch-black ceiling.

It wasn't insomnia.

It was simply the feeling that life was too meaningless.

Studying, exams, classes, sleep.

Day after day, monotonous like stagnant water.

He craved something exciting...

Something crazy...

Even something... abnormal.

He took out his phone from under the pillow,

Su Ming aimlessly scrolled through it.

And wouldn't you know it,

The more you scroll, the more addictive it becomes.

Unknowingly, the time reached 2:51 AM.

"Damn."

"Almost three."

Su Ming cursed under his breath.

He was about to lock the screen and sleep.

But suddenly.

Theft is never good, try looking at bit.ly/3iBfjkV.

He noticed an aberrant app appearing in the corner of the screen.

The icon was designed quite uniquely.

A dark red background, with a silhouette of a captivating and exotic woman in the center, her face obscured, yet exuding an irresistible allure.

In the top right corner, two glaring words: 18+ Only.

The description read:

[Click to Enter]

[Release Your Inner Self, Understand Yourself Better]

Su Ming's eyes lit up instantly.

"What is this? A game?" He was no longer sleepy.

Games were great.

It looked thrilling.

Heh heh.

He immediately clicked to download.

A few minutes later, the phone screen displayed "Installation Complete."

The phone automatically switched to the game interface.

No opening animation, no production company logo, just pure darkness.

A few seconds later, three options emerged from the darkness:

[Start Game]

[Character Selection]

[Exit]

Su Ming clicked "Start Game."

The screen lit up, and the first character slowly emerged.

A woman in a dark red embroidered phoenix wedding dress.

Her figure was slender and graceful, the red veil naturally draping down, covering her entire face.

Her long black hair cascaded like an ink waterfall on both sides, giving off a mysterious and chilling vibe.

The background story section showed [Locked].

"Ghost Bride?" Su Ming murmured.

"This modeling is impressive!"

"A horror nurturing game?"

He felt inexplicably excited, his fingers continued to swipe.

The second character: Cursed Doll.

A finely detailed, eerily beautiful twin-tailed Lolita girl.

She knelt on the ground in a bizarre posture, her head tilted, like a delicate doll abandoned by someone.

"The modeling is really good," Su Ming nodded secretly.

"It captures the essence of late-night curiosity games."

For these late-night exclusive apps, the scene isn't important, nor is the plot.

What's important is that the character modeling is eye-catching and unique.

Clearly, the developers of this app understood that.

"Interesting, let's continue."

Su Ming licked his lips, his fingers swiftly swiping across the screen.

As the screen lit up, the image slowly emerged.

"Damn, this beauty is incredible." Su Ming's eyes sparkled instantly, his tone filled with undisguised amazement.

The third character: Ghost School Belle.

Blue and white school uniform, slender figure, sweet and pure appearance, the epitome of a school belle's beauty.

But her skin was as white as soaked rice paper, with faintly visible dark blue veins beneath, exuding a sense of death.

"So it's the Ghost School Belle."

"The contrast design is quite powerful."

Su Ming praised heartily.

The sweet appearance of the school belle perfectly fused with the eerie details, delivering an extremely strong visual impact.

He had to admit, this game truly captured his heart.

"Next, next."

Su Ming was already eager to see the fourth character.

But after swiping for a while, no new character appeared on the screen.

"Only three choices: Ghost Bride, Cursed Doll, and Ghost School Belle?"

He frowned, repeatedly swiping the screen.

The mysterious chill of the Ghost Bride.

The lonely eeriness of the Cursed Doll.

The sweet horror of the Ghost School Belle.

After pondering for a long time, Su Ming decided to choose the Ghost School Belle.

No other reason.

The Ghost Bride's face was covered, so she was out.

The Cursed Doll, though beautiful, wasn't suitable for him.

So after much consideration, the Ghost School Belle was the most fitting.

Great figure, great looks, great temperament, and the age was just right, very appealing.

"It's you, Ghost School Belle."

Su Ming decisively tapped the screen with his finger.

[Confirm initial nurturing character: Ghost School Belle?]

[Confirm] [Cancel]

He chose the confirm option without hesitation.

And at the moment Su Ming confirmed,

The previously still image suddenly moved.

The brightness of the phone screen surged, causing Su Ming to instinctively close his eyes.

Then, a strange sound appeared in his ears.

A faint static noise, crackling.

"What’s happening?"

His heart tightened, a sense of foreboding creeping in.

The next second.

A massive suction force erupted from the phone.

The suction was astonishingly strong.

Followed by intense pain.

He felt as if his flesh, bones, and consciousness were being crushed.

No way to think.

No way to call for help.

His mind went blank, his consciousness quickly swallowed by darkness.

When his consciousness returned, Su Ming rubbed his head and sat up.

His head hurt.

The sensation of being pulled and crushed lingered in his mind.

Shaking his head, he looked up.

In front of him was an ordinary classroom.

Desks and chairs neatly arranged, remnants of a lesson still on the blackboard.

But the classroom was dim, windows tightly shut, curtains drawn so tight not a sliver of sunlight could penetrate.

The air was filled with a faint scent of blood, decay, and mold.

"Could it be... a transmigration?"

He was initially excited, then suddenly realized, stiffly turning his neck.

He immediately saw a familiar figure sitting quietly in the front row of the classroom.

Blue and white school uniform, long black hair.

It was the Ghost School Belle he had just chosen.

Fuck! This isn't transmigration, it's a damn ghost encounter.

Drip...

Drip...

The sound of water droplets hitting the ground was particularly clear in the deathly silent classroom.

But it wasn't water, it was blood.

Because the Ghost School Belle moved.

Her head twisted 180 degrees backward.

That ghastly pale yet stunning face stared straight at Su Ming.

Pure black pupils, continuously oozing blood.

The blood trickled down her cheeks, dripping onto the desk.

"Oh my God, it really is a ghost."

Su Ming's pupils contracted sharply, pulling up his pants and rushing towards the door.

The excitement he felt earlier was now replaced by panic.

Rushing to the classroom door, he couldn't push it open no matter what.

With a snap.

Su Ming even twisted off the doorknob, but still couldn't open the door.

He didn't even dare to look back at the Ghost School Belle.

Because his sixth sense told him, the Ghost School Belle was staring at him intently.

He just wanted something exciting because he couldn't sleep, but not this kind of excitement.

Seconds later.

A rustling sound came from behind.

Su Ming stiffly turned his head.

The Ghost School Belle was still sitting there, tilting her head to look at him.

But her hair, those long black strands, were growing, spreading like living tentacles.

Crawling across the floor.

Climbing up the walls.

Then, surging towards him.

Su Ming shrugged, wanting to smoke a cigarette, only to realize he was just in his underwear.

Though it was the same style as Superman's, he didn't have Superman's fate.

"Sigh."

He sighed, forcibly smoothing his hair.

"Beauty, can you be gentle?"

"I'm a first-timer."

With a puff.

Intense pain erupted in his body.

Looking down, his pupils trembled.

Countless black strands of hair, like sharp spikes, pierced through his chest.

Blood gushed out.

It hurts so much~

Does everyone's first time hurt this much?

He could clearly feel his life rapidly slipping away.

His vision grew blurrier, his consciousness thinner.

In the blur, a cold mechanical voice suddenly exploded in his mind.

[Favorability +1]

[Current Favorability: Malevolent (1/100)]

[Interaction Ended]

Interaction?

This is what they call interaction?

This was his only thought before his consciousness plunged into darkness.

Who would have thought the next second, Su Ming's consciousness returned, and he abruptly opened his eyes.

He gasped for breath.

Everything just now seemed like a nightmare.

His hand touched his chest, not a single wound, not a scratch on his body.

And he was curled up in his blanket.

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