Death Game Administrator [Infinite]

They say a proper ex should be as good as dead. Ran Suichu disagrees.

Because his ex really is dead.

But now, Pei Wang, dead for three years, stands beside a scarlet coffin, one foot planted on the hideous ghost bride's head. He turns to Ran Suichu with a faintly mocking smile.

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"The rules of the game aren't there to give people a chance to survive. They're there to provide a reason to kill."

Another player triggered a death condition. Now he's been twisted apart and hung from the chandelier.

Ran Suichu gives him a calm glance, then turns his appraising gaze to the terrified people frantically completing their tasks.

Ran Suichu's task is different.

As an executor of the death game, he must find the evil spirits hiding among the living, wearing human skin, in every game and keep order.

The game world has completely fallen apart. Ran Suichu has lost his administrator privileges, and he's still the target every evil spirit most wants to kill.

The evil spirits are hiding deeper and deeper. Some games even have more than one of them, and the tasks are becoming harder and harder to complete.

Pei Wang casually flicks the knife in his hand. A "player" is run through the head and pinned to the wall, revealing the long-rotted flesh of an evil spirit.

He looks at Ran Suichu. His roguishly handsome smile seems never to have changed.

"Long time no see, my ex-boyfriend, my esteemed executor."

Ran Suichu merely glances sideways at him. "Keep up."

Even when everyone is an evil spirit, there will always be someone who stands by Ran Suichu.

Three years ago, it was Pei Wang. And now, it's still him.

★★★

Reader's guide:

1. Both leads are strong, but I have a thing for the gong getting hurt and being sickly.

2. The author's horror tolerance is extremely high. If you're easily frightened, don't read this alone at night.

3. They dote on each other, with the gong tending to dote more on the shou. Readers with extreme gong or shou preferences, please steer clear.

Theme: Hell is empty; the devils are among us