Yan Xingye was an utterly ordinary bookworm. Perhaps she had committed too many sins in a past life, because a bolt of lightning struck her at home and sent her straight into the novel she'd just finished reading, where she became the ill-fated master. The System promised that if she followed the plot to the letter, it would send her to another world to enjoy the rest of her life once the story ended. With nowhere else to turn, she believed it. After all, she really was dead.
But she soon discovered that this “master” of hers was nothing like the characters in all those stories. She wasn't imprisoned or desired by anyone. She was simply a diligent, hardworking tool, watching as her three disciples grew stronger under her guidance until the plot came to an end. The very next moment, as her body faded away, the System truly did toss her into a brand-new world.
In this world, however, everyone was forced to take part in deadly games. Winning was the only way to catch your breath; losing meant eternal oblivion. Fortunately, Yan Xingye had spent years struggling through the cultivation world. She managed to carve out a path to survival in this modern horror hell and made quite a name for herself.
Then, in one particular instance, she came face-to-face with three familiar faces that sent a chill through her. They were the three disciples she'd taken in back in the cultivation world, and every one of them had gone completely dark after her death, their eyes roiling with years of suppressed obsession and madness. Looking into those three pairs of eyes, so smoldering they made her legs weak, she made an immediate decision and latched onto the golden thigh. The big shot was terrifyingly powerful, and his looks hit every one of her preferences.
But to her utter surprise, when he dropped his disguise, he revealed an even more hair-raising identity. And when she realized something was wrong and tried to pull away, she discovered that the two of them were bound by a tangled fate that could never be severed or set straight.
