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"Doctor, the game I designed seems to have become reality!"
"Isn't that great? People are under such great pressure at work, but you've managed to escape from it all, immersed in the game world, living the life of your dreams."
"But I'm a horror game designer, I've conceived one hundred and twenty-six murder cases, created dozens of murderers with different personalities, and in search of material, I've watched ninety-five thriller movies, read over four hundred horror comics, and collected more than two thousand urban mysterious legends. Now, it seems like they've all become real!"
"So... do you think I look familiar?"

Kaidan Game Designer

Blood splattered on the Ghost-God Clay Sculpture, and Godly Granny's headless torso still knelt amidst the scattered Talisman Paper on the ground.


"If my fate lacks something, I'll claim it myself."


Situ An stood in front of Godly Granny's corpse, allowing those ghostly statues to gaze upon him.


Wiping the blood from the Bone-Chopping Knife, black characters also started to appear on Situ An's body, "Investigative agents from the six Round Gate Bureau branches in East District, after ingesting Flesh and Blood, average death time is seventeen hours. Those with stronger wills maintain their sanity longer, and accordingly, have longer survival times."


"You're dead, and your body is mine." The voice of the strange man resounded once again.


Chapter 57 The Butcher's Shop Isn't a Butcher's Shop