Terminal Illness from the Start: I Keep Myself Alive with Horror Movies

Terminal lung cancer. Estimated life expectancy: two months.

Fang Xiaoyu closed his eyes. The doctor across from him wore a calm, numb expression, as if repeating a script he'd recited countless times. "We recommend that you make arrangements as soon as possible... If you can afford it, you could consider targeted therapy, but the results... You understand."

He had no family and few friends. He had grown up in an orphanage and worked himself to the bone, yet his savings weren't enough to cover a single operation.

As Fang Xiaoyu lamented his life, a strange letter drifted down by his feet:

[Dear Heir, your family inheritance is ready. Please come sign the documents as soon as possible...]

He stared at the letter, feeling that he was headed for a cemetery rather than a mansion...

(Transmigrates through countless worlds of horror. Read without worry; it works especially well as an audiobook.)