Words written in front
I didn't set out to tell a clean story.
If you feel dirty, feel your heart is too dark, or dare not turn off the light at night, then close this book as soon as possible.
An invisible hole appears in the sky. People under thirty years old opened their eyes and came into the mist.
There is a wall there, with bloody words written on it: Welcome to the land of godhood.
Become a god. How nice it sounds.
But everyone who has entered that door knows that the most indispensable thing in that place is gods - the floor is full of gods sealed by dead ghosts, waiting for you to steal their shells. Each team has to go through fifteen stories made up by ghosts. Each trip is more dangerous and more deadly than the last. The ghost must kill people in the story, but it has its own rules, and the rules are its chains. If you figure out the chain, you have a chance to steal its power.
There is a rule: in a story world, the fewer teams are alive, the harder the ghost's ability will be suppressed. The more things the remaining team can grab, the greater the power to pry open. So in the end, it was never the ghosts who missed you the most, but the people in the house next door to you.
I write this to tell you something: the most dangerous thing in the fog is never a ghost. It's the human heart. With one mouth open, a person can eat more people than a ghost. Ghosts have to follow rules when they kill people, but people don't follow the rules when they kill people.
If a person steals everything belonging to ghosts, will he become a god or have he already become a ghost?
His master never told him this answer.
The master only said one thing to him: In this life, one will lie. Lie to others, lie to yourself. To the end, you have to think clearly about who you are actually deceiving.
This is the story I want to tell.
It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. Anyway, welcome to the land of godhood.
