Son of Heaven Game

[Persona Cannot Be Destroyed]

[Persona has patterns and manifestations]

[Only a persona can check a persona]

Seeing those cyberpunk-style fonts on the screen, Yin Ge rolled her eyes.

She felt like she had been targeted by the big data algorithm.

Because lately, she had already scrolled past far too many short videos about the "Son of Heaven Game"—a supposed real-life horror game—on her video app.

At first, Yin Ge had been somewhat interested in the game and had looked it up.

Later on, however, she found that she could hardly find any other information regarding the Son of Heaven Game, with the most prevalent content being the so-called three major persona rules.

Persona?

Isn't that psychology?

Besides, those three major rules looked intimidating, but in reality, they said nothing at all.

Gradually, she lost interest.

"The comment section is more entertaining than this." Yin Ge tapped open the comment section.

"What a crappy Son of Heaven Game, worse than Arena of Valor, looking for cp, id: Don't Eat Cilantro (Saw King Yama Edition)."

"Can the person above please return the phone to your parents? Elementary schoolers shouldn't log on and drag people down, I've lost ten games in a row!!!"

"Accidentally clicked, evil spirits begone!"

"Crackle, pop!"

Suddenly, a burst of firecrackers interrupted Yin Ge's thoughts.

"Setting off firecrackers in the middle of the night?"

Yin Ge frowned.

She vaguely remembered seeing someone holding a wedding in the residential complex when she went out in the morning, but why were they still setting off firecrackers so late at night? Wouldn't that disturb the peace?

That had nothing to do with her, though, and she continued scrolling through videos.

[At around 6:00 PM on December 5, a sudden accident occurred in a production workshop. As of today, the accident has caused six deaths, with only one survivor.]

A mechanical broadcast voice sounded from the phone.

Yin Ge moved her finger, sent a small candle emoji, and kept scrolling down.

"Help! Save me!"

The next frame was a live broadcast room, where the male streamer's face was pushed in very close, his eyes bloodshot, giving Yin Ge a big scare.

In a split second, however, Yin Ge found it interesting and tapped into the live stream.

The bullet comments were scrolling madly.

"What kind of horror broadcast is this? Jumpscare your whole family!!"

"Such heavy hostility, but actually, if you look closely, the streamer's looks have a certain unique charm to them. Unusual feelings are gradually rising in my heart."

"Looks like you're really starving, eating anything!"

Yin Ge rolled over and watched the live stream screen with keen interest, wondering what this male streamer was going to say or perform.

Live streams like this, free from the cliché soft-core content and merchandise selling, were her absolute favorite.

The next moment, the male streamer spoke:

"I'm telling you all, just now, just now I saw a dead person!"

The male streamer's voice was filled with terror.

A dead person?

Is this a streamer telling ghost stories... Yin Ge's finger paused, and curiosity took the high ground, so she didn't exit the live stream.

On the other side of the screen, after saying those words, the male streamer seemed to recall something terrifying, widening his eyes and twisting his expression.

Whether his hands were shaking or whatever the reason, the camera shook wildly, making it feel like watching a horror movie.

Incredibly realistic.

Yet most people watching the stream were growing impatient.

"The streamer is definitely bragging; I think he's just trying to grab attention."

"No, don't you guys think this person is genuinely a bit abnormal? It's giving me goosebumps."

"What's abnormal about it? Anyone can see the streamer is just manufacturing broadcast effects; his stunt work is actually pretty good!"

Perhaps seeing this comment, the male streamer suddenly grew excited.

His face abruptly moved close to the screen, his voice extremely high-pitched:

"I'm not manufacturing broadcast effects, I'm telling the truth!"

He quickly flipped the screen, and the other side of the camera instantly revealed a rundown small inn.

The male streamer's location was still some distance away from the small hotel, and as if afraid people wouldn't believe him, he pointed in the direction of the hotel and spoke:

"There, it's right there. I just came to check in, and the front desk clerk was a young girl who was talking to me the second before."

"Bu-, but I just lowered my head to look at my phone, and when I looked back up..."

"She, she was already dead! She didn't even have eyes anymore! Only pitch-black eye sockets were left!"

"Her eyeballs, her entire eyeballs were gone!"

With that, the camera instantly zoomed in, aiming directly at the hotel.

Yet late at night, the interior of the hotel was shrouded in darkness, and nothing could be seen except for the faint, vague outline of a figure still sitting at the front desk.

Holy crap... Yin Ge was so terrified that the hairs all over her body stood on end.

She only felt a chilly breeze all over her body, and her heart felt as if it had been gripped by something.

She admitted that this male streamer's broadcast really had some entertainment value!

Meanwhile, the phone camera of the male streamer in front of her flipped, and his face appeared in front of the screen once again.

His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was disheveled, and he stared wide-eyed at the screen, as if staring at someone through it: "Hahaha, haha, she's dead, she just died like that!"

This frantic appearance was extremely eerie, and Yin Ge's heart tightened.

She subconsciously pulled her phone farther away, but then remembered she was separated by a screen, so she let out a sigh of relief.

Yet wondering if the netizens were also scared, the chat feed grew quiet for a split second before scrolling wildly again.

"This is too absurd. How could someone just die in the time it takes to lower and raise your head? Even with a sudden critical illness, there would be struggling and cries for help, right?"

"Am I the only one wondering why the streamer went to check into a hotel in the middle of the night?"

"It's true, what the streamer said is true. I live right nearby, and someone really died here!"

Seeing a few of those messages, Yin Ge's eyelids twitched, and a chill rose in her heart.

Someone really died?

She wanted to confirm it again, but the message that had just said someone really died was quickly drowned out by the rapidly scrolling chat, as if it had never appeared at all.

Just as she wanted to take a closer look, her phone screen suddenly went black, followed by the appearance of a few large characters reading "Live stream has ended".

The broadcast ended?

For some reason, Yin Ge let out an immediate sigh of relief, yet the male streamer's pair of crimson eyes kept lingering in her mind, sending chills down her spine.

However, this terror made her feel quite thrilled.

This male streamer has good broadcast effects. I need to give him a follow, and I'll rely on him to lull me to sleep later... Yin Ge tapped to follow, and then continued scrolling through videos.

[Breaking! On the night of December 9th, inside Youth Road Residential Complex in this city, a bride fell to her death. Relevant departments intervened in the investigation at the very first moment and determined that the bride died by suicide from jumping off a building.]

"Today? Youth Road Residential Complex?"

Yin Ge sat up abruptly, took a close look at the residential complex in the video, and then glanced at the video's location tag.

That's right, it was Youth Road Residential Complex—the very Youth Road Residential Complex she was currently living in.

She had indeed seen someone holding a wedding this morning, but hadn't heard a single thing about anyone dying.

Could it be that someone else was holding a wedding?

Yet she had clearly just heard the sound of gongs and drums, could it be a wedding by day and a funeral by night?

Thud!

Just as she was pondering, the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground suddenly rang out.

Yin Ge's body gave a start, and she quickly looked toward the source of the sound, whereupon she saw a curtain fluttering in the wind.

Youth Road Residential Complex was an old residential complex, and her rental room was a cheap one with dilapidated facilities, where the windows were frequently blown open by the wind.

"No, this is getting too thrilling. If it goes on like this, I won't be able to fall asleep, and I still have to go to work tomorrow..." Helpless, she had no choice but to get out of bed and close the window, otherwise it was simply too cold.

Meanwhile, the news report about the bride jumping to her death was still playing on a loop on her phone.

Outside the window, it was pitch black and you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, resembling the pre-dawn darkness around three or four in the morning, thick as ink.

Creak—

Yin Ge closed the window.

The sky is so dark? Have I been scrolling for that long? I thought it was only twelve o'clock... Yin Ge prepared to return to bed and go straight to sleep.

Yet at that very moment, a bout of knocking suddenly rang out.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Who could possibly be coming over this late?

Yin Ge's body stiffened.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

In a quiet environment, the sudden appearance of knocking on a door was extremely, extremely terrifying.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Thump, thump!"

"Thump, thump, thump!"

Yin Ge was too scared to move, or even make a sound.

At this late hour, how could anyone possibly be here to see her!

Even if there was, it had to be a bad guy!

Yin Ge crept on tiptoe to the kitchen to pick up a fruit knife, her entire back drenched in cold sweat during the process, and she could even feel the pores all over her body opening and her hair standing on end.

Immediately after, she stepped lightly and carefully, holding the fruit knife as she came to the door.

She was glad that she liked scrolling through videos in the dark; although it was bad for her eyes, at the very least, outsiders wouldn't know whether there was anyone inside this room.

Who on earth could it be...

Were they really a bad person...

Yin Ge's hands and feet were ice-cold as she tremblingly poked her head out and looked through the peephole...