The Alter Personality Transmigrated, but the Main Personality Didn't

Tong Gui suffers from severe dissociative identity disorder, and he can hear his alternate personalities muttering in his ear at all times. In the early hours of one morning, a voice said, “Welcome to the Inner World.” “The creed you follow shapes your world.” Tong Gui thought, My alternate personality is being so chuuni today. He paid it no mind and made himself an iced Americano. He finished the coffee, then crunched up the ice. Meanwhile, the other people dragged into the Inner World stared in horror as a man named “Tong Gui” calmly drank a glass of blood. Eyeballs rolled around inside it. After finishing the blood, he crunched the eyeballs between his teeth, still hungry for more. * Tong Gui felt that his mental illness was getting worse by the day. He kept having strange dreams about the Inner World, inverted corridors, disordered spirits, and ancient gods descending. Haha, what wildly imaginative dreams. One day, a group of people calling themselves investigators showed up at his door. “Are you Tong Gui, leader of the Praise of Fear and the only disciple of the Seventh Creed?” “I’m Tong Gui.” But what on earth were the Praise of Fear and the Seventh Creed? Tong Gui decided he really needed to get himself checked into a mental hospital. (They are each other’s first and only love, 1v1, happy ending, no side couples, and the romance isn’t angsty.) - A compulsive rewriter, responsible only for the official version. - This is a modern alternate universe. Please don’t compare it to real life. * Coming soon: “Becoming a God-Sealer Starts with Farming Shields [Infinite Game]” If you’re interested, please add it to your collections! The night Xin Mo learned he had only three months to live, he entered the Infinite Game. The login page was piled high with all kinds of items: a blood-red wedding dress, a blank book, a yin-yang blade, an antique mirror... Players had to choose one item, and their choice would determine their personal skill. Xin Mo hugged a giant tortoise in the corner. System: ...You like tortoises? Xin Mo: I want to live as long as one. Xin Mo acquired the skill [Fear Shield] Skill effect: Absorb fear from the surroundings and create all kinds of shields. * At the start of the beginner instance, the residents were friendly and the scenery was lovely. The other players were thrilled: Their beginner instance wasn’t difficult at all! Xin Mo stood alone, his expression gloomy. Without any fear, how was he supposed to farm shields? On the second day of the instance, a whale carcass exploded, filling the air with a foul stench. Immortals brought out black potions, and residents mysteriously vanished on a rainy night... Panic spread, and his teammates looked utterly miserable. Xin Mo watched his shield grow thicker and thicker, then smiled at a decidedly inappropriate moment... Teammates: ??? Something’s wrong with this guy. * The name “Xin Mo” kept popping up on the forums. When nothing was happening, Xin Mo was listless. When ghosts crowded the scene and demons ran amok, his sanity meter shot up instead. He always challenged instances above his level, always chose the most dangerous mutated instances, and always wore that eerie, spine-chilling smile while everyone else screamed and ran for their lives... He was a sociopath, a madman, a demon, a... malevolent god! Xin Mo: Huh? Me? I just want to farm some shields. Theme: Face difficulties with courage