A flaw had appeared in the endless cycle of despair—a crack Gao Ming had hammered into the great lock of fate through countless deaths.
He took the corpse's hand. Etched into its palm was a black character meaning "fate," like a curse.
His memories were returning. This time, he had not forgotten, and Gao Ming immediately prepared to leave.
The instant he started walking out, footsteps sounded abruptly behind him. Gao Ming's body felt as though it had been caught in a beast's jaws. He remembered that sound!
"I've been waiting for you for a long time. You boarded a vehicle you should never have boarded and came to a place you should never have come."
It was that man's voice!
Gao Ming's pupils shrank to pinpoints. The last time he entered the tunnel, the owner of that voice had killed him!
Killed him over and over again!
"You have fused with something, and for now, the two of you cannot be separated. You should have died, but I can give you a chance to live."
An indescribable pressure forced Gao Ming to the ground. Before that voice, he had no power to resist.
At that moment, he did not even dare raise his head to look at the man. He was afraid of giving himself away, of letting the man realize he was different from the countless times before!
"Everyone is assigned a script from birth. Fate determines everything. The natural order moves in cycles, repeating endlessly, and everything has its place."
"But now, everything is spiraling out of control. Vengeful Ghosts run rampant, strange phenomena keep appearing, and the malice in people's hearts will overturn the city. Before long, all the games you made based on real cases and urban strange tales may become reality. They will crawl