[Infinite Flow, Mild Horror, Not a Power Fantasy, Not Slow-Paced, Life-and-Death Struggles]
What do you do when you wake up beside the school belle's corpse? She seems to be moving, and I'm waiting for answers online. This is pretty urgent.
When Lu Wang woke from a deep sleep, he found himself lying in the bed of Wu Wanni, the school belle. The owner of the bed had become a cold corpse.
Before he could catch his breath, a monster burst through the door. A blood-red script called [The God of Drama's Curtain] refreshed frantically in his mind:
“Entertain me, or the show ends here.”
He fought his way out of the haunted building, thinking he had returned to reality. Instead, he received a date invitation from the school belle, who had come back from the dead.
The police said he was crazy. His parents said he was sick. The entire city denied that he existed.
Only then did Lu Wang finally understand: this city had long since become a stage for a bloody performance.
“Life is a play,” a voice in his mind sneered. “Are you playing a prop or the lead?”
With the whole city transformed into a theater, reality and curses danced together beneath their masks, and no one could be trusted.
As despair became his only sustenance, Lu Wang tightened his grip on the black curse taking root in his hand.
He would write the ending himself to this play directed by the “God of Drama.”
