Lu Xing died ninety-nine times in the infinite horror battle royale.
For the hundredth time, he was reborn ten minutes before the start of the first dungeon, and he had a black die with "ninety-nine" engraved on it in his hand.
This time, he wanted to clear the level in a low profile and change everyone's fate.
But the JK exchange student who was supposed to show up on the school bus stood in front of the convenience store in advance, grabbed his sleeve and asked, "Lu Xing, do you want to pretend you don't know me again?"
The cold forensic doctor heard his heartbeat, the wealthy daughter remembered the betrayal in her past life, the non-existent audience appeared in the barrage of the horror host, and the K-pop trainee who had not debuted in ten years blocked the ghost camera for him on the death song stage.
They had all died for him.
It was also during this round that I started to think of him.
At midnight, the park opens.
Weird stories about rules, night school roll call, hospital autopsy, cruise battle royale, death singing stage, and live broadcast ghost town are coming in turn.
Lu Xing finally understood that the so-called rebirth was never a reward. That was the last trial prepared for him in Paradise.
This time, he not only had to survive.
He wants to take them with him to fight through the paradise of death.
Reader comments
The writing is comfortable.
Am I too good at it? It's a bit hard to watch [face covering]
The writing is comfortable. Am I too good at it? It's a bit hard to watch [face covering]