Trap

Zhou You was absolutely certain he hadn't misread it. That thing really was his own finger. Damn it, no wonder I started out as a soul—it turns out my body had already been cut apart?

He was just about to habitually curse Black Book's entire family when he suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

Wait. I'd possessed corpses before too, but aside from the beginning, I'd barely entered any scripts using the original body. How did these people manage to split me apart?

A disturbing thought abruptly surfaced in his mind, but it lasted only a few seconds before he strangled it himself.

This isn't the time to think about that. At least, I shouldn't be thinking about it now.

Seeing the commotion among the crowd grow increasingly severe, Zhou You grabbed Sansan's hand and did his best to pull her out of the mass of people.

Only after they turned into a secluded side street did the little girl finally let out a shaken breath.

"Brother, what did the mayor mean just now? Could it be that they're going to launch a counterattack? But..."

Zhou You shook his head.

"Don't worry about what he meant. But at least one thing is certain."

"This underground place... is probably about to descend into chaos."

Zhou You was right.

The very next day after the announcement, the entire place was gripped by a frenzy.

Every household, regardless of age or gender, whether they had any ability or not—even children barely seven or eight years old—was mobilized. Everyone wanted to take a gamble in the Wasteland District. Even if they couldn't obtain a ticket to Paradise, they might at least earn their families a few years of peace.

Zhou You was among the few who did not go.

It wasn't just because his