Son of Heaven Game

[Personalities cannot be destroyed]

[Personalities have patterns and manifestations]

[Only personalities can restrain personalities]

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

It seemed like the algorithm had gotten to her.

She had already come across far too many videos about the real-life horror game "Son of Heaven Game" on short-video apps lately.

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

But later, she discovered that she could hardly find any other information about Son of Heaven Game. The most common thing she found was the so-called Three Personality Rules.

Personalities?

Wasn't that psychology?

Besides, those three rules sounded intimidating, but they actually said nothing at all.

Gradually, she lost interest.

"The comments are more entertaining." Yin Ge opened the comment section.

"What kind of trash Son of Heaven Game is this? Not as good as Honor of Kings. Looking for a CP, ID: Don't Eat Cilantro (Met the King of Hell Edition)."

"Can the person upstairs give their parents' phone back? Elementary schoolers should stop ruining matches. I've lost ten games in a row!!!"

"Clicked by accident. Begone, bad luck!"

"Crackle!"

Suddenly, the sound of firecrackers interrupted Yin Ge's thoughts.

"They're 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 that morning, but why were they still setting off firecrackers so late at night? Wasn't that disturbing the neighbors?

Still, it had little to do with her, so she continued scrolling through videos.

[At around 6 p.m. on December 5, an accident suddenly occurred at a production workshop. As of today, the accident has claimed six lives, with only one survivor.]

A mechanical news broadcast played from her phone.

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

"Help! Save me!"

The next video was a livestream. The male streamer's face was pressed close to the camera, his eyes bloodshot, startling Yin Ge badly.

But the next instant, Yin Ge found it interesting and tapped into the livestream.

The comments were scrolling wildly.

"Is this some kind of horror livestream? Shoving your face into the camera like that, may your whole family die!!"

"So much hostility. But if you look closely, the streamer actually has a certain charm. Strange feelings are slowly rising in my heart."

"You must be starving if you'll eat anything!"

Yin Ge rolled over, watching the livestream with great interest, wondering what the male streamer was going to say or perform.

This kind of livestream, free from the same old suggestive content and product pushing, was her favorite.

The next moment, the male streamer spoke.

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

The male streamer's voice was filled with terror.

Someone died?

Was he a ghost-story streamer...? Yin Ge's finger paused. Curiosity gained the upper hand, and she did not leave the livestream.

On the other end of the screen, after saying that, the male streamer seemed to recall something horrifying. His eyes widened, and his expression twisted.

Whether his hands were shaking or something else was wrong, the camera wobbled violently, making it feel like watching a horror movie.

It felt incredibly real.

But most of the viewers were getting impatient.

"The streamer is definitely talking bullshit. He just wants attention."

"No, don't you think something is really wrong with this guy? I'm getting goosebumps."

"What's wrong with him? He's obviously just putting on a show. His bit is actually pretty good!"

Perhaps because he saw that comment, the male streamer suddenly became agitated.

His face abruptly moved closer to the screen, and his voice rose sharply.

"I'm not putting on a show. What I said is true!"

He quickly turned the camera around, and an old, rundown motel immediately appeared on screen.

The male streamer was still some distance from the motel. As if afraid people would not believe him, he pointed in its direction and said, "There, right there. I just came to get a room. There was a young woman at the front desk, and a second ago, she was talking to me."

"But, but I only lowered my head to look at my phone. When I looked up again..."

"She... she was dead! Even her eyes were gone! There were only empty black sockets left!"

"Her eyeballs—her entire eyeballs were gone!"

As he said this, the camera suddenly zoomed in on the motel.

But it was the middle of the night, and the inside of the motel was shrouded in darkness. Nothing could be seen clearly. Only a vague figure seemed to still be sitting at the front desk.

Holy shit... Yin Ge was so frightened that every hair on her body stood up.

Her whole body felt icy, as though something had clenched tightly around her heart.

She had to admit, this male streamer's livestream had some real production value!

At the same time, the male streamer turned his phone camera back around, and his face appeared on screen again.

His eyes were bloodshot, his hair disheveled. He stared wide-eyed at the screen, yet it felt as if he were staring at someone through it. "Hahaha, haha, she died. She just died like that!"

His crazed appearance was deeply unsettling, and Yin Ge's heart tightened.

She instinctively held her phone farther away, then remembered there was a screen between them and let out a breath of relief.

But perhaps the viewers had been frightened too. The comments fell silent for a moment before quickly flooding the screen again.

"This is way too ridiculous. How could someone die just by lowering and raising their head? Even if they suddenly suffered a serious illness, there would be struggling and cries for help, right?"

"Am I the only one curious why the streamer was getting a room in the middle of the night?"

"It's true. What the streamer said is true. I live nearby. Someone really did die there!"

Seeing several of those comments, Yin Ge's eyelid twitched, and a chill rose in her heart.

Someone really died?

She wanted to confirm it again, but the comment saying someone had really died was quickly swallowed by the rapidly scrolling messages, as if it had never appeared.

Just as she tried to look more carefully, her phone screen suddenly went black. Then the words "Livestream Ended" appeared.

The stream ended?

For some reason, Yin Ge immediately felt relieved. Yet the male streamer's scarlet eyes lingered in her mind, making her shudder.

But that sense of horror also thrilled her.

This male streamer's content was pretty good. I should follow him. I can rely on him to lull me to sleep later... Yin Ge tapped Follow, then continued scrolling through videos.

[Breaking News! On the night of December 9, a bride fell to her death in the Youth Road Residential Complex in this city. Relevant departments immediately launched an investigation and determined that the bride died by suicide after jumping from a building.]

"Today? Youth Road Residential Complex?"

Yin Ge abruptly sat up, carefully looked at the residential complex in the video, then checked the video's location tag.

That was right. It was the Youth Road Residential Complex, the very same one where she lived.

She had indeed seen someone holding a wedding that morning, but she had not heard anything about someone dying.

Could someone else have been holding a wedding too?

But she had clearly just heard the sound of gongs, drums, and celebration. Could it have been a wedding during the day and a funeral at night?

Bang!

Just as she was thinking, the sound of something heavy hitting the ground suddenly rang out.

Yin Ge's body jolted. She quickly looked toward the source of the sound, only to see the curtains fluttering in the wind.

The Youth Road Residential Complex was old. She had rented this place cheaply, and its facilities were outdated. The windows were often blown open by the wind.

"No, this is getting too intense. At this rate, I won't be able to sleep, and I still have work tomorrow..." Helpless, she could only get out of bed to close the window. Otherwise, it was too cold.

At the same time, the report about the bride's suicide was still looping on her phone.

Outside the window, it was so dark she could not see her hand in front of her face, like the darkness before dawn at three or four in the morning, thick as ink.

"Creak—"

Yin Ge closed the window.

It's so dark? Have I been scrolling for that long? I thought it was only midnight... Yin Ge prepared to return to bed and sleep immediately.

However, at that moment, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.

Knock, knock, knock!

Who would come by this late?

Yin Ge's body stiffened.

Knock, knock, knock!

In such a silent environment, a sudden knock on the door was terrifying.

Knock, knock, knock!

Knock, knock!

Knock, knock, knock!

Yin Ge was too frightened to move. She did not even dare make a sound.

Who could possibly come looking for her this late at night?

Even if someone had come, they had to be a bad person!

Yin Ge crept to the kitchen and picked up a fruit knife. Her entire back was drenched in cold sweat, and she could even feel the pores all over her body opening as her hair stood on end.

Then, still moving quietly, she held the fruit knife and approached the door.

She was glad she liked watching videos in the dark. Although it was bad for her eyes, at least no one outside would know whether anyone was inside the room.

Who was it...

Was it really a bad person...?

Yin Ge's hands and feet were ice-cold. Trembling, she leaned forward and looked through the peephole...