[Infinite Flow + Two Male Leads + 1v1]
(Not a traditional infinite-flow story. The top is a shameless, inhuman evil god. Not horror; the main focus is sweet romance.)
In the world of “Terror Domain,” everyone knows Shen Mo because he has been at the top of the points leaderboard for years... from the bottom.
They say being bad at something is temporary, but nobody has managed to be consistently bad at it like Shen Mo.
For eight years, a blood-red zero has always followed his name.
Then one day... someone noticed that Shen Mo, the perennial last-place player, had disappeared from the rankings.
For eight years, everyone else was busy studying guides and entering instances. Shen Mo hadn’t even seen the shadow of one.
He spent his days scavenging trash and running a stall, earning a grand total of zero points.
It was as if the world of Terror Domain had completely forgotten him.
It wouldn’t let him die, but it didn’t let him live with dignity, either.
Then one day, he opened his eyes and found himself dragged into an instance...
Newbie: I’m so scared! This is so terrifying. Is this what the world of Terror Domain is like?
Shen Mo: I’m so excited! This is thrilling! I can finally start earning points!
But can someone tell him why he keeps running into the same player every time?
His teammate is strong, nice, and even takes the initiative to team up with him permanently.
Could he pass up a chance like this? You’d be a fool not to cling to a powerful ally!
He just never expected that one day, in the endless darkness, cold, slick tentacles would wrap around him, and he would finally realize there was no escaping anymore.
A pale hand brushed the reddened corner of his eye...
“We meet again, my darling.”
“Now, cry even more prettily...”
