Rule Horror: The Villain Heard Every Thought I Had

I transmigrated into a background character adored by everyone in an urban ghost story, destined to be coveted by all kinds of forbidden beings.

To stay alive, I had no choice but to play the sweet, calculating type, frantically cheering myself on with on-screen comments in my head every day.

“Stay calm. Cling to the strongest backer, and I can win!”

What I didn't know was that all the dangerously powerful protagonists of these ghost stories could hear one another's thoughts.

As I pondered how to use the Palace Priest, the gaze of the aloof, godlike man behind me gradually darkened.

As I plotted how to use the Evil God as a human shield, he gripped my waist and chuckled softly in my ear:

“So this is how you ‘like’ me in your heart?”