CH 70

[The sky was bright as the frail, black-haired and green-eyed teenager stepped out of his house and strolled to school.

His eyes were dark and his body was filled with a solemn aura. His slender body was only covered with two thin shirts, and he was shivering in the chilly winter wind.

Yesterday, his drunk father Eugene had beaten him again—because of his so-called somber and disgusting appearance.

The scars covering his body made him extremely weak, and he was even somewhat unbalanced.

Before walking into the classroom, Zhou Yu’s figure trembled slightly. He didn’t dare to enter.

After Morris died, Zhou Yu turned back into a humiliated freak. If he entered, he would without a doubt be beaten up.

As he thought of the approaching pain, Zhou Yu’s face paled even more, then he walked into the classroom filled with regret and trepidation.

But to his surprise, only Johnny, who was in the same situation as him, was in the classroom.

“Johnny? You… what are you doing here?”

Zhou Yu looked at him with suspicion, then quietly relaxed his body.

He was lucky. Maybe those guys who always bullied him got tired of playing around. They didn’t show up in the classroom to beat him as they decided.

He could escape today.

Johnny raised his head with the thick glasses, revealing his pale, bloodless face. His lips even seemed to be covered in a layer of frost, which was a terrifying white.

Zhou Yu’s forehead was sweating. He noticed something was wrong.

“He’s back, Zhou Yu. He’s back—” Johnny looked at him with dull eyes, mechanically repeating the words in his mouth.

Zhou Yu began trembling again. He shrank back and asked with a shaky voice: “What?”

Pu—

Johnny’s head exploded like a watermelon. The blood burst out, splattering all over Zhou Yu.

A charred man appeared behind Johnny and arched his lips at him, smiling fiercely.

Ah!!!—

The black-haired and green-eyed teen sat up on his bead, his scream resounding throughout the aging two-story house.

His father Eugene’s fury was detectable from next door. The boy covered his head, face pale, and was grateful it was all just a dream.

“Don’t be scared, don’t be scared. It’s just a dream, that’s good, it’s all a dream… wu!!!”

“Jiejiejie—Hello~ Dearest Zhou~ I’m also very lucky that this is a dream! Hahaha!”

A hoarse voice resounded and a ghostly hand impaled the boy’s chest. Hot blood sprayed out of him, soaking the thin sheets.

His youthful green eyes were wide and bloodshot all throughout.

A sob choked out from his throat, and then it was silent.

~Real World~

In the messy and run-down room, no one noticed that a young life was lost. Only the ever-flowing blood lay witness to the murderer’s death.]

— From <<Nightmare>>

The white-haired man watched the pedestrians passing by outside the barrier. His face was as solemn as before as he spoke coldly: “This time the Lord God has issued a death sentence. We must hasten the colonization progress. Not just us, but also several other high-ranking teams have also been assigned.”

Within the team, a thin man frowned and said grumpily: “But Captain, we’ve done so much for the Lord God, but we can only be at His mercy in the end? This time it’s too much. He’s actually demanding we destroy the plot to the most extreme extent without being rejected by the world consciousness. It’s courting death!”

“This time the Boss is strong enough that he has no weaknesses. There is no way to kill him, especially because of his very strange character. In the previous unrestricted modes, people frequently provoked that guy without intending to, and eventually died by unknown causes. Now he’s created this kind of identity! We truly don’t have very long to live!”

Another team member couldn’t help but complain mournfully.

As the top team in the reincarnation zone, they naturally knew more than the lower-ranked reincarnators.

They understood very well that the actions they were currently taking were solely to satisfy the desires of the interstellar government.

They kept invading other spaces to get their hands on a steady stream of resources.

Before the interstellar government discovered the horror movie worlds, the reincarnators invaded worlds that were nothing more than ones derived from romance novels or ordinary films or TV programs. Their missions weren’t difficult and their colonization progress was very fast. They even almost reached rates of just a few days.

But on the other hand, their resource collection wasn’t very fruitful, which caused the interstellar government to become very distressed. It desperately expanded its reach outward, hoping to colonize more worlds to gain more energy.

Soon after, a small cluster of worlds appeared mysteriously on the side.

These horror movie worlds belonged to these small world clusters.

Clearly, though the horror movie world strategies tended to be more difficult, the resources were also extremely prevalent! The world energy brought by the plot progression was hundreds of times that of ordinary small worlds!

However, there was something that the interstellar government had been hiding from the public.

That is, the world consciousness of these horror movie worlds emitted a strong repulsive force.

The reincarnators’ entry would almost always be hindered, but it was still within a tolerable range.

But once they tried to change the plot or violated the basic plot setting, like using a weapon of mass destruction to destroy a secret room in an escape room-style movie world, then the repulsive force would immediately be magnified several times.

In some worlds with high magic levels, the repulsive force was so extensive that the reincarnators’ spiritual projections would be shattered on the spot.

Although they could be resurrected after being killed each time, each death would cause vast spiritual trauma.

The consequences didn’t include just mental illnesses, but also the physical abilities of affected people in reality.

There was once a genius with an extremely high IQ who completely lost his sky-high comprehension ability and analysis skills after two consecutive deaths. He was almost reduced to a vegetable, falling from the top rank of the reincarnation zone. After that, there was no news.

So if a reincarnator was a bit higher ranked, they would be very careful. They weren’t willing to die easily.

To conclude, the projections were part of their own souls. It was dangerous to place them in a different space, and the consequences of successive deaths was easy to imagine.

So the command that the Lord God issued this time made them furious.

The interstellar government didn’t care for their employed reincarnators at all. It only cared that they could blindly expand to sate its growing appetite.

Furthermore, the especially fragile status of their spiritual projection was even more obvious in this <<Nightmare>> world.

Because they didn’t enter as actual entities, they were particularly sensitive to the mental attacks of the boss, Morris, in <<Nightmare>>, and were more vulnerable to injury than natives. In the movie, for example, it took multiple trips to hurt people in a dream, but he only needed one dream to kill all of them.

This boss was bad enough originally, not even mentioning that for the reincarnators, his degree of terribleness increase exponentially.

This was one of the reasons why this world was considered an S-Class world. It was known as the cemetery of the reincarnators. There were only a handful of survivors.

The new reincarnators woke up on the ground one after another.

The newcomers who were doing the mission for the first time stood to the side with ugly faces after they comprehended the information in their minds. Some of them even started to bawl on the spot.

“Wu wu, I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! My mother is still waiting for me to return home from prison! Wu wu, what should I do, my mother only has me, ah. Wu wu wu~” A very muscular man cried with mental anguish, his voice strange.

When the white-haired man heard his words, his face changed. He tugged the muscular man by his collar and asked sharply: “What did you say? Can you escape from prison?”

The muscular man was so scared that he started to hiccup, then stuttered back: “yeah, yeah. I, eh. I was only sentenced to three years in prison because I stole an aristocrat’s medical equipment to treat my mother. Wu, that aristocrat is a good man…”

The white-haired man let go of his hand with an ugly expression and looked toward his teammates.

His teammates’ faces also changed one after another. They suppressed the deep hatred within their eyes.

“Sure enough, the old fools of the interstellar government have expanded their sources of reincarnators.”

As part of the top 5 teams in the Reincarnation Space, most of them had accumulated enough points from rewards and could return to the real world at any time.

But in order to help their families live well, they agreed to sign the interstellar government’s employment contract and voluntarily gave up their chance to return home. It was all to give their families a better life.

As death row prisoners, although they had gained powerful abilities, they were only temporary. Once they chose to return to the real world, they would be deprived of the abilities that they had acquired after so many trials and hardships.

Even if they could be reunited with their family members, the ones who were at the bottom of the social hierarchy couldn’t provide their families with a better life. They would also suffer through the loss of power. It really was better for them to stay there.

The interstellar government had formed a peace treaty with their top-ranked teams in the beginning. They had agreed to only send prisoners who were sentenced to death to complete missions in the Reincarnation Space.

But now, the interstellar government had silently torn up the contract and reached out to the civilians.

Even though they were death row prisoners who had committed grave mistakes, they didn’t lack a conscience. Their relatives were normal civilians. Most of them still hoped that their colleagues would no longer be forced to participate in this endless nightmare of a reincarnation cycle. That was why such a peace treaty was created.

But now, the Lord God seemed to have gone insane. The orders he had issued were crazy.

The muscular man was terrified of the white-haired man’s gloomy breath. His legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

The white-haired man glanced at him and said: “It’s all fine. Don’t show that damned expression.”

The muscular man shrank his neck back timidly.

The girl with red hair and a fair, delicate face rolled her green eyes. She smiled and said: “Aiya, Captain. Don’t be mad. It seems that it’s time to agree to the other teams’ plans. I really hope to see the Lord God fail, ha. If I can survive this time~”

The white-haired man sent the girl a complicated look, then said solemnly: “Milo, don’t say such hopeless words.”

But truly, he knew quite well that this mission would be challenging to all of them.

But since the Lord God allowed them to use their reward points to purchase some resurrections, they would still have a chance to start over again.

Only Milo couldn’t accept the stimulation caused by too many resurrections as a result of her race. Each death was a challenge. Perhaps her next death would cause her soul to collapse and disperse completely.

Seeing that everyone was in a depressed mood, the white-haired man sighed and began explaining his plan to everyone.

The newcomers looked over with hopeful eyes. They wanted to survive.

There were only three chances for resurrection, after all. No one knew whether or not they would be used up quickly, so it was better to avoid dying as much as possible.

Soon, everything was in its place, and the thin transparent barrier covering everyone slowly dispersed, exposing the weary people inside.

People on the street turned one after another to look at them, intrigued by their strange costumes.

“Let’s go, ba. We need to change our clothes.” The white-haired man looked at the content on the Lord God’s watch again, then spoke icily.

[Due to the excessive number of reincarnators who have been passively sabotaged recently, a new task mode will be adopted to automatically provide character templates for reincarnators. I hope that you will actively engage with the plot and earn more reward points.]

[Now announcing the character template information for the reincarnators: As a member of the sacred sect, you are one of the few survivors of the holy fire. The basic task is to find Emily, Morris’s mother. Two thousand reward points will be awarded for completing the mission. If the mission is failed, you will be eliminated.]

[Advanced Task Number 1: Kill the characters in the plot—Each plot character will reward between one thousand to twenty thousand reward points in correlation with their proportion of importance in the plot.]

[Advanced Task Number 2: Find Morris’s corpse and destroy it entirely—Rewards twenty thousand points.]

[Note: Reincarnators need to complete at least one of the advanced tasks, otherwise the elimination command will be executed.]

Boom—

The sky remained gloomy for two days. It finally began thundering, and the saddest thing happened.

That is—he didn’t remember to bring his umbrella.

Zhou Yu watched the pouring rain outside expressionlessly, then let out a soft ‘tsk.’

“He. You don’t want to run away now! You damned son of a bitch!”

With a fierce expression, the man wearing earrings kicked over a table next to his feet and shouted savagely at Zhou Yu, who was sitting in the chair.

Zhou Yu lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, his expression just as uninterested as before.

The aura of mockery and contempt bent the man.

“Alright alright alright! You still dare to be arrogant! I want to see what you can do, you son of a bitch!”

Zhou Yu stood up. His emerald green eyes suddenly crinkled, and his smile was particularly heartful. “Haha, you’re really right. My father truly is an utter bastard. Unfortunately, he’s not a girl, otherwise he would really deserve to be called a bitch!”

Outside, the rain hit the glass of the window, leaving behind deep water marks.

The next moment, a blood-red handprint also appeared on the window, as if someone was enraged and about to vent.

You all—Damn!!!—Who dared to touch his friend!