[Introduction to the work]
I woke up from the shattered culture chamber, my nose filled with the sweet smell of rust. In front of me is a flashing scarlet countdown:
**01:59:59**
This nightmare laboratory, which combines cutting-edge technology and biochemical aberrations, is on the verge of destruction due to "His" will. Mutants crawl in slime, eyeballs melting into milky gelatin. You grabbed your blood-stained lab coat and rushed towards the only way out amid the screams of alarms - only to run into a deeper trap.
**"Betting on life or gambling on sugar?"**
In the midnight casino of the Blood Cruise Line, the silver-haired dealer's purple eyes reflected the ivory dice engraved with "0321". She is Bai Heng, the executioner of 237 reincarnations in the laboratory, and an escaped prisoner in the sinking system. The bone chain turned into a necklace of chips, the crème brûlée floated in the ice bucket, and the burning contract brand under her shoulder blades was peeling off her soul inch by inch.
The rules here are steeped in sweet murderous intent:
* In "Midnight Dessert Feast", sucking tentacles like meat grinders will emerge from where the strawberry jam drips;
* Swallowing that blood-stained strawberry hairpin, you will bear the torrent of memories of the deceased Kashiwa Muko - the cold embrace in the laboratory, the unsent birthday gift in the light of the explosion, the cyclical cry that crushes the soul;
* When the cruise ship is torn apart by a monster from the abyss, the only way to survive is to jump into the sticky syrup and fall towards the platform of the dead called "Sweet Hell"...
**When despair is the only platform, can love become the knife that tears apart reincarnation? **
