Rules of the Strange Game: Shh! He’s Not Human
“Mr. Ji, you wouldn’t want me to snap a photo of you like this, would you?” The young man smiled down at him, holding his phone aloft, the lens aimed straight at Ji Linmo. The man, usually so cold and distant, now hurriedly covered his face in panic. In the camera’s viewfinder, Ji Linmo’s handsome features had split open into a monstrous, gaping maw, dripping with blood—inhuman and nightmarish. “Get out!” Ji Linmo’s brow furrowed tightly, but all he saw was the boy’s smile growing even brighter. This little maniac—he should never have provoked him! For eight years, terror reigned. As the only miracle survivor to ever return, Ji Linmo was entrusted with a vital task: bring the boy back to the real world. He’d never thought twice about it—until the day he actually met the boy. “Hush, quiet now, Mr. Ji. You wouldn’t want the other players out there to know you stopped being human long ago, would you?” The boy’s smile was wicked as he reached out, fingers tightening around Ji Linmo’s throat, then lifted a hand to gently press his lips.
Rules of the Strange Game: Shh! He’s Not Human
"Sir, you wouldn’t want these photos of yours to be seen by anyone else, would you?"
Inside the dormitory, a smiling youth held up his phone, grinning at Ji Linmo, whose collar he had seized.
Ji Linmo's expression froze as he stared at the phone.
—In the photo, his own face was twisted, eyes bloodshot, mouth gaping wide and monstrous, devouring a human.
"I caught this perfectly, didn’t I?"
The youth’s smile grew even brighter. He raised his hand and patted Ji Linmo’s cheek.
"Who would have thought that the man known as the ‘First Miracle Survivor,’ the one who always clears horror games so effortlessly, does so because he’s no longer human?"
Ji Linmo released his grip, standing with a cold, predatory gaze.
"Are you threatening me?"
"Of course not." The youth leaned in, his fingers tracing Ji Linmo’s Adam’s apple before suddenly tightening his hold around Ji Linmo’s neck.
"Now, this is a threat. From today onward, you’ll call me Master."
Two weeks earlier, at Yuren High School
[Stay alive! Stay alive! Stay alive!]
[Today’s number of deaths among participants: 32.]
In the early morning at Yuren High School, countless students stood beneath blood-red warning banners, reciting iron rules left by predecessors in the horror world.
Eight years ago, a sophomore disappeared in his classroom, marking the dawn of the Horror Era for Earth.
Since then, every adult between eighteen and forty-five could be chosen by the horror
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