After going bankrupt, I received a bizarre invitation:
“Join Abyss Livestream. Clear the challenges and win ten million. Refuse, and lose years of your life.”
I thought it was a prank, until an attached photo arrived. It showed me alone in the bathroom at that very moment, photographed from behind.
Forced to join the show, I became a contestant on a horror variety program.
In an abandoned hospital, a girl in red whispered in my ear, “Have you seen my head?”
In a haunted mountain village, a century-old corpse awakened from its burial chamber. “The third offering has arrived.”
At midnight in a century-old opera house, a famous performer smiled sweetly at me from the mirror. “Young master, won't you come and be my ghostly bridegroom?”
While the other contestants screamed and fled, I smiled at the hidden camera:
“Hello, viewers! Double-tap the screen to light up the heart, and your streamer will show you all-new ways to experience the paranormal.”
“Fear level +999. Skill unlocked: Ghost Eye.”
“Popularity exceeds one million. Premonition Comments unlocked.”
“Total tips reach ten million. Scene Save unlocked.”
Thanks to my wild antics, I became a top-tier star on the paranormal variety show. Then one day, the System suddenly displayed a warning:
“Dimensional contamination detected. Countdown to the collapse of the real world: 90 days.”
“Final mission: Kill the ‘Director,’ or become the new Director.”
The ‘Director’ who controlled everything raised a glass to me from behind the screen and smiled:
“Welcome to the final episode, my dear... other self.”
