I picked up a piece of chili-fried pork with my chopsticks and spat out half a human finger.
I vomited and passed out, thinking that was the end of the nightmare.
Then, late that night, a cold mechanical voice rang out in my mind:
[“Severed Finger Ascension to Immortality” System successfully bound.]
[Beginner’s tip: Ghosts are knocking at the door, and the path to immortality lies at your feet. Don’t choose the wrong door.]
They said I was crazy. Only I knew that severed finger was just the beginning.
The System’s missions required me to touch the belongings of people who had died “unnatural deaths” with my own hands.
And the reward it promised was to lead me into a “real world” bloodier than a crime scene and more sinister than a haunted house at midnight…
Now the door is open.
Do you dare come with me and see what’s on the other side?
