Some people go to heaven when they die, some go to hell, and others... end up in an escape game.
An accident made Shang Wenshen bite the dust in the prime of his life, and then some weird game chicken grabbed him and dragged him to some weird place.
Shang Wenshen: Middle finger to you, damn heavens! Was my life going too well, so you had to make trouble for me?
"We're just a dumb little game that recently got its publishing license. We had no choice but to grab a laborer, but we'll definitely compensate you! Clear the game and we'll give you a resurrection package."
The game chicken's weak little voice sounded like it was about to cry.
At this point, since Shang Wenshen was the sort who yielded to kindness but not force, he could only agree.
But!
Looking at a game world overrun by ghosts, where one wrong move could make him bite the dust all over again, Shang Wenshen's fingers crackled as he teetered back and forth on the brink of life and death.
You said this was a dumb game! Were you seriously taking me for an idiot?
Game Chicken: (Sincerely asking) Isn't it dumb?
Fortunately, even if the game chicken was unreliable, he, Shang Wenshen, was a once-in-a-generation genius with an IQ of 290 and a record holder in countless horror games and escape rooms. He still managed to clear every escape game.
"Hey, where's my resurrection package?"
"Well... there's also a multiplayer mode, so maybe... perhaps... you might need to help us out a little more..."
Shang Wenshen: ??? May your courtyard be full of loquat trees :)
Game Chicken: *sob*
A story about a great demon king who cleared the game, then returned to fill out the player roster.
Theme: Life is about exercise.
