Lin Nanxing has died once. In her previous life, she was the foremost practitioner of the mystic arts, able to see ghosts, gods, and karma. In the end, she fell between yin and yang. When she opened her eyes again, she was in Room 007 of the Perfect World, working as a performer. Every day, she enters a random supernatural instance and must survive to keep living.
A poisoned apple from Cinderella, a corpse sitting upright in a funeral home, a river god calling souls from the bottom of a well, a bridal sedan curtain that must be lifted with her own hands... Chinese folk customs, urban legends, and Western horror: every frightening tale passed down through the ages is real here. There is a fireplace in every room. Each time she completes a mission, the ashes grow a little thicker. Hidden in the ashes are words, photographs, and traces of a recorder who has never shown their face.
A 5S instance only grants a permanent reward for a perfect clear. The evaluation depends not just on whether you survive, but on whether you understand what the dead are really trying to say.
Then she opens a door with no number. Beyond it are countless candles, each one representing a living person. In the deepest recess, a dried-out divine body sits on a stone throne, dead for a very long time.
The System says the Perfect World is creating a god.
And she is the only candidate who hasn't run away.
