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When a late-night game invitation turns into a one-way ticket to hell, otaku Han Dong discovers that the so-called "real-life battle of wits" is nothing more than a gamble for survival in an infinite treacherous realm.
Bloody handprints covered the walls of the Mist Sanatorium, and deformed limbs were crawling in the virus tanks in the underground laboratory. Each copy was a maze made of bones, and every time you cleared the level, you had to trade your life for clues.
Physically useless? It doesn't matter, he used reasoning to tear apart the disguise of ghosts, and relied on calculation to drive back the fangs of the abyss. From the ants being hunted by monsters to the chess player in charge of the dungeon rules, every step Han Dong takes is on the verge of fear.
The appearance of two figures added warmth to the cold existence - the cold one slashed away the fog with an axe, while the cute one hid behind her with the doll in her arms. When blood and tenderness intertwined, this infinitely terrifying game had just revealed its real fangs.
Do you think you can go back alive after clearing the level? No, the prey in the Strange Realm is never hunted just once.
