His Husband Makes an Entrance!

[Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! This instance! Aaaaaah, I'm so excited!]

[Why am I already dying to watch the streamer get killed? That plump little face will look so pretty when he's scared out of his mind. Ah~ I'm such a sicko~]

[Ever since this instance was created, not a single newbie has made it out alive, because the moment you enter, you ***]

(To ensure the streamer's experience, spoilers are prohibited in this livestream. You have been muted.)

Yu Qing lowered his head, picking out the key information from the gloating comments at the edge of his vision.

These cold, vicious viewers won't be much help clearing the instance, but I should be nicer to them. I can keep them around to squeeze points out of them-living ATMs.

Also, if I remember right, streamers are supposed to have a persona, aren't they?

What kind should I go with?

Would anyone spend money on me if I acted sweet?

As he considered this, his vision cleared again, revealing the face of a corpse hanging upside down.

Blood seeped from all seven openings in its pale, contorted face, as though agony had eaten into every inch of it. Yet a smile still lingered on its lips. The moment it met his eyes, that smile began to change, stretching wider and wider.

Of course, with its entire body hanging upside down from the ceiling, that smile looked no different from a grimace of tears.

Yu Qing's fingers curled, and he immediately stepped back. Then several lines of text appeared before him.

The system's announcement sounded at the same time.

[Congratulations on successfully entering the instance.]

[Instance name: Angel Psychiatric Sanatorium]

[Instance introduction: Something truly horrifying once happened here. Ever since then, the sanatorium's gates have been locked tight, and everything has begun to change...]

[No one can find the key to open the gates. No one can get out alive...]

[Instance level: 1 (maximum level: 10) (Is this instance suitable for newcomers?... Perhaps.)]

[Instance objective: Find the key to escape and embrace your new life.]

[Time limit: Seven days]

[Clearance reward: 20,000 points]

[Special notice: This is the second time this instance has opened. Its danger level is undetermined, and it remains in testing. Whether you live or die, we accept no responsibility. Good luck.]

By the time the announcement ended, Yu Qing had already surveyed his surroundings. This was a morgue.

Its furnishings were simple and its layout practical. A clock on the wall ticked away, showing 11:57.

The lighting was dim and the air icy. With midnight approaching, the morgue filled him with a sense of imminent dread.

Yu Qing wanted to explore, but he kept feeling short of breath, as though something were staring intently at him. A chill crept up his back, and no matter how he tried, he couldn't take a step.

For the moment, he could only look up, forced to face that bizarre, upside-down corpse.

The viewer count hovered around two hundred. A few inconsequential comments drifted past, urging him to move.

[Move, streamer! Move! Scared stupid already?]

[Fuck! I thought he was someone impressive. He's just going to stand there waiting to die?]

[This is seriously the most boring stream I've ever watched. What a waste of time. Off to tip a veteran streamer. Bye~]

Tick, tick... Tick, tick...

The clock's second hand kept turning. Before long, a strange rustling arose nearby, piercing his eardrums and striking straight at his heart, enough to make his very soul tremble.

The viewer count gradually dropped to 150.

After a long while, Yu Qing took two steps back and shifted, his eyes fixed on the rope suspending the corpse overhead.

His thin lips pressed together, and his gaze gradually sharpened.

Time passed. The clock on the white wall kept ticking, and the break in the rope grew increasingly obvious. The rustling of snapping hemp fibers accelerated until, suddenly, bang-

The rope broke.

Yu Qing stepped forward and, with a forceful effort, caught the plummeting corpse in his arms.

A bridal carry!

The rapidly falling viewer count stopped. Everyone: [???]

Yu Qing was slender, his firm waist bearing no muscular bulk, only two sharply defined V-lines. Holding a corpse that stood 180 centimeters tall was a struggle.

To keep it from slipping, he gritted his teeth and braced it with his knee, then quickly checked the name badge on its chest.

Once he found its name, he took two steps and laid the corpse on the hospital bed assigned to it.

He gently patted its shoulder, his clear, mild voice sounding slowly, almost soothingly. "Much more comfortable sleeping like this, isn't it?"

He even carefully closed the corpse's staring eyes and tucked in its blanket...

It was a polite gesture, thoughtful and tender, but in a horror instance surrounded by corpses, it felt strangely eerie.

The ghost concealed inside the wall, ready to strike at any moment, gazed spellbound at the polite young man and simply... couldn't bring itself to attack.

It had been so long since anyone had treated its corpse this well. ꒦ິ^꒦ິ

May good people live long, peaceful lives!

Yu Qing stood up as though nothing had happened and continued forward, showing no sign that anything was wrong.

But... as he passed the half-transparent ghost, he secretly clenched his teeth, and cold sweat instantly coated his tightly clenched palms.

In the livestream:

[Aaaaaah, holy shit! That ghost was so well hidden, and its body was half-transparent! How did he spot it?]

[So this kid was being so polite because he'd spotted the ghost? He stood still because he wanted to catch its corpse?]

[Exactly, exactly! I watched this instance the first time it opened. When the corpse fell, all the newbies ran. Anyone who showed disgust toward the corpse, feared it, or cursed it got killed by the ghost!

That ghost really treasures its corpse. It watches over it every day.

Yu Qing probably realized the ghost had its eyes on him. He stayed still because he was thinking of a way to leave.]

[Fuck! Why didn't you say so earlier? His cleverness makes me look so stupid.]

[The streamer's got nerves of steel! His first instance, and he doesn't even flinch or miss a heartbeat! (Tip: +1,000 points)]

No! No nerves of steel here!

His! Heart! Was! Pounding!

Finally, tap-

Once both feet were outside the room, Yu Qing's lashes fluttered twice, and he discreetly pressed a hand against his pounding chest.

Thank goodness. Thank goodness my face is naturally a little expressionless, or those viewers would've had a good laugh at me.

It took so much to get here. I can't die before I achieve my goal!

After steadying his breathing, Yu Qing moved away from the morgue and began exploring the corridor, step by step.

The spectral blue system screen displayed the livestream rules.

There were two ways to earn points.

1. Viewer tips.

2. Clearance rewards.

Judging by that, exploring more would not only help him clear the instance, but also make his stream more entertaining and attract more viewers. Two birds with one stone.

Soon, Yu Qing established that he was on the top floor. He walked softly, his tense mind working nonstop-very few places built their morgues on the top floor.

Still, since there was a morgue, the medical facilities here probably weren't too bad.

In the icy corridor, electricity crackled overhead.

Flickering yellow light illuminated peeling walls and bloodstains covering the floor, its intermittent flashes wearing away at the fragile defenses of the human mind.

Five minutes later, Yu Qing finally found an old sign that was about to fall off. It read-

Angel Psychiatric Sanatorium floor plan.

Number of floors: 9

The writing was somewhat blurred. Yu Qing wiped away the dust, but he had barely glanced at it when, suddenly, boom-

Every room's windows blew open from outside. Thick black fog slowly flowed indoors and spread toward the corridor.

At the same time, the system suddenly turned red, and an alarm blasted in his ears like an urgent summons to death!!