The End of Ten Days: The Eleventh Person

When I opened my eyes, I had become the nonexistent “eleventh person” from the original story: Zhu Mo. An empty room. A round table. A blood-red clock shrieking. The original protagonist, Qi Xia, looked at me as if I were a fatal flaw destined to die. The rules twisted. Hell collapsed. “One extra person means certain death!” Blood-red writing on the blackboard ordered everyone to kill me. An elevator trap had been set up just for me: the “Eleven Altar.” The final boss, Qinglong, had buried the key to opening the prison in my left eye… But I had the original book, The End of Ten Days, in my hands! I knew that at the empty-room interview, Han Yimo would be the first to die! I knew that Xiao Ran hid the Rabbit-Man beneath her skirt, and that the Echo of Calamity could drown all living things! And I knew… that lunatic Chen Junnan would use his last eye to buy me a ticket to Dao City! “Damn it! Buy one, get one free, you little brat! I'll cover the eleventh person's life!” He dug out his bloodied eyeball and slammed it into the ticket machine. But page eleven of the original book had sealed my fate: “Zhu Mo dies at 18:47 on the fourth day.” Before the cremation furnace, the Rabbit-Man's bony claw had already pierced my abdomen. The countdown flashed crimson: 00:00:01 Qi Xia pressed his knife to my eyeball. “Hand over the key, and you might have a chance to live.” Qinglong laughed in Dao City. “Welcome home, Anchor.” Countless corpses shrieked in my ears: “Tear out that page! Rewrite it!” Fine! If this hell had no place for an eleventh person… Then I would tear my time of death to shreds with my own hands! “Zhu Mo. Cause of death, rewritten: burned alive by the Rabbit-Man at 18:46 on the fourth day!” This time, the rules of the entire End would be what I risked my life to rewrite!