I Fix Air-Conditioner

"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

"Is this the test for Yelang? To endure all the joy and pleasure of the world, only to end up as a vessel for the Xi God?" Gao Ming seemed out of place in the cellar, his despair too deep, like a vat of ink, polluting wherever he went, rendering many bodies unable to smile anymore after his touch.


People's sorrows and joys do not communicate with each other. After being tainted, the joyful memories of the corpses burrowed into Gao Ming's heart. Driven by some higher will, they sought to transform Gao Ming, but in the end, they only helped share some of his pain, allowing his body to endure even more despair.


Chapter 566: The Tragic Designer