Mo Bai was diagnosed with high-functioning antisocial personality disorder. He enjoys killing, but never gets his own hands dirty.
Three months ago, just as he was forcibly admitted to a psychiatric hospital, the infinite horror System, "Threshold Corridor," descended.
When he used an elaborate trap to wipe out all the NPCs, a dying nurse suddenly screamed, "Your sister's soul is watching you!"
Mo Bai's smile froze. His twin sister, whom he'd personally sent to the crematorium, was standing in a pool of blood, smiling at him.
The cold notification sound of the "Threshold Corridor" rang in his mind. Mo Bai knew that so-called "reality" was nothing more than a more fragile illusion.
As the Corridor's rules clashed with his own laws of survival, and the abyss of mental corruption tried to devour his last anchor, Mo Bai would weave a web with the utmost rationality.
He kept his hands clean, acting only as the coldest of hunters. Amid the fear and despair of others, he would carve out a bloody path to the end of the Corridor.
And at the end, what awaited him: the truth, or an assimilation more complete than death?
It's a bit like writing an essay 😅 There are so many descriptions 😅 Come on, author😊
A very nice novel