[All non-scientific scenes in this story exist solely to serve the plot. They do not allude to any real-life counterparts and have no value as reference. Do not imitate them.]
Endless games, endless cycles of reincarnation. No one escapes. No one survives.
Rumor has it that two people cleared the game and made it out, but their names and faces have blurred with time. Only a single clue remains:
"The key to escaping the game lies in the nightmare levels."
And so countless nightmare-difficulty levels were opened, by accident or on purpose, correctly or otherwise. Terror and the grotesque swept across the world, causing an unprecedented spillover into reality. Countless players were dragged in and forced to fight for their lives.
Passed quietly from person to person, the players shared a secret:
Besides praying for the game's mercy, there is a second way to survive.
Pass through the thirteenth white door, light the thirteenth candle, and search for the thirteenth snowflake in the gap between reality and the game.
Then, amid the thirteenth toll of the bell, pay half your blood as the price. A demon with a white bird perched on his shoulder will descend in the most inconceivable form, and cleave open the deepest nightmare that has no solution.
Su Xianming and Sui Zainian are not their real names, but they are the only traces of the past that remain.
As the only people ever to escape the unsolvable game, they did not receive the promised freedom. Instead, they fell into an even deeper mire.
The warrior who once slew gods and demons now breathes his last, half-blind;
the physician who once defied fate and turned back death is trapped in a bird's body, unable to break free.
So come take your revenge. You surrender half your life, and I'll sweep the game away for you.
Nightmares with no solution? Look for:
Life-for-life, play-for-you.
Theme: Misfortune and fortune have no doors; people summon them themselves.
