The horror novel I revised three times became reality overnight.
My name is Lin Mo. One second, I was typing the ending to my novel. The next, I had fallen into the world I wrote: the Ruined City.
This is hell for trial-takers, a prison where resentment festers. The deadly rules of Moonlight Middle School, the eerie secrets of a deserted village, the decades-old bloodshed at the Redlight Cotton Mill: like everyone else thrown into this place, I cleared stages, earned points, and fought for a way to survive. I thought that if I grew strong enough, I could escape this wasteland shrouded in black fog.
My companions and I killed the deranged experimenter Shen Jingyan and put down the D District uprising. We thought we had finally touched the truth behind the Ruined City.
Then a stranger's voice over the communicator spoke a name engraved on the first page of my novel, one I had never told anyone: Lin Chuan.
It turned out there had never been any accidental arrival. The entire Ruined City was a live human experimentation ground built by the Bureau. Every fight to the death was a scripted selection game, and we were nothing but numbered test subjects. I was the perfect vessel, Subject 001, the result of more than a decade of work. "Lin Mo" was merely a seal placed over my mind, and every act of rebellion I made had been written into their script.
Now, I must make my way to the Bureau headquarters in A District. This time, I'll topple this man-eating prison and rewrite the death ending I wrote with my own hands three times over.
