Huaguo — Cangyang City

Fan Yumo was a promising young man who had just finished the college entrance exams and was preparing to step into a wonderful university life!

On Friday morning, he arrived at the electronics market in the eastern district of the city, planning to use the reward money given to him by his parents to purchase the very first laptop of his life!

Unfortunately,

it seemed he had forgotten to check his horoscope before leaving home today...

Just as he stood outside the electronics store and pulled out his phone to show his health code to the security guard—

an accident suddenly occurred.

The guard who had been continuously urging him to show the code suddenly stopped speaking.

Then—

“Pu!!!”

Accompanied by a strange sound, a lump of sticky liquid suddenly splattered all over Fan Yumo’s body, causing the boy to shudder violently.

Looking at the scarlet liquid covering his phone screen, Fan Yumo froze completely.

???!!!

What the hell?!

Th-this...

Is this blood?!

“What the hell is going on?! Is this some kind of prank?!”

Fan Yumo abruptly raised his head and looked forward, prepared to deliver the most sincere profanity imaginable to whoever was behind this “prank.”

However,

in the next moment,

Fan Yumo horrifyingly realized that this was no prank prop.

It was real blood.

The security guard who had just been standing before him had already been decapitated, his body collapsed into a pile of mangled flesh. Splattered blood dyed everything nearby red, and scattered intestines were even hanging around Fan Yumo’s neck.

The nauseating stench of blood rushed directly into his face, making his stomach churn violently.

And behind the guard’s corpse stood an enormous monster resembling a rhinoceros beetle, its body covered in black spikes. It stared directly at all of them.

Why “all of them”?

Because the creature’s head was covered in hundreds of scarlet eyeballs.

Any living being that met those eyes would feel instinctive revulsion and bone-deep terror.

‘Wh-what the fuck... am I dreaming?!’

Looking at the blood dripping continuously from the monster’s mouth and its horrifying claws, the fear buried deep inside Fan Yumo instantly exploded forth. His entire body trembled as cold sweat poured down his skin, and he instinctively backed away in terror, afraid he would end up like the security guard—

dead without even a complete corpse left behind.

However,

his movement attracted the monster’s attention.

In the next instant,

under Fan Yumo’s horrified and despairing gaze, the unknown black monster suddenly opened its enormous bloody maw and lunged directly toward him!

....

....

Ehnmm...

Under normal circumstances, Fan Yumo absolutely would have died beneath that unknown monster’s claws.

However, while he still ended up dying in the end, he didn’t get torn apart like the average bystander.

At the critical moment before the monster could pounce on him, Fan Yumo’s absurd luck activated!

In the split second before impact, he stepped on an orange peel and slipped backward onto the ground, miraculously avoiding the monster’s attack!

Unfortunately,

the unlucky passerby standing behind him wasn’t nearly as fortunate and was instantly torn into pieces by the monster.

Taking advantage of that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Fan Yumo snapped back to his senses. Driven by an overwhelming survival instinct, he scrambled to his feet and ran desperately toward the outside of the technology district!!

However,

just like always,

every time his absurd luck activated, something unlucky would immediately follow afterward.

Just as Fan Yumo believed he had escaped death and immersed himself in the joy of surviving disaster, fate played a massive joke on him.

The instant he rushed out of the tech district, a truck driver fleeing for his life happened to speed recklessly out from the side!

And thus—

“BOOM~~”

Accompanied by a loud crash, Fan Yumo spun through the air at ridiculous speed before flying skyward with a completely dumbfounded expression— 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

dying on the spot....

MD,

What the fuck kind of bullshit is this!!

Every time he recalled the way he died, Fan Yumo couldn’t help feeling full of murderous rage, wishing he could find a chance to unleash an Ora Ora barrage straight into that truck driver’s face while delivering the most heartfelt profanity imaginable.

Unfortunately,

those thoughts were completely unrealistic now.

Looking at the endless black void surrounding him, Fan Yumo—currently drifting through the space in the form of a soul—let out a helpless sigh.

Well,

it was only the motion of sighing, really.

As a firm believer in materialism,

Fan Yumo originally didn’t believe in things like souls or reincarnation at all. In his opinion, once a person died, they became absolutely nothing. Aside from a cold corpse, nothing remained behind.

However,

nowadays, Fan Yumo was afraid he’d have to change those deeply rooted beliefs.

Because right now—

he himself was apparently a fucking soul!!

As for where he currently was...

Enmm,

he had no idea what this damned place even was.

Heaven?

Hell?

Apparently neither.

There was nothing here.

Only endless darkness.

Fan Yumo no longer knew how long he had been trapped within this void space.

No, wait—

did the concept of time even exist here anymore?

He wasn’t sure about that either.

The only thing he knew was—

this place was too damn boring.

There was nothing besides darkness. And as a soul, he apparently couldn’t even sleep. All he could do was drift endlessly through the void alone, to the point where Fan Yumo felt like he was about to mentally collapse!

But for some unknown reason, his consciousness remained absurdly clear the entire time.

He wanted to break down and end it all—

but couldn’t.

He wanted to suppress his emotions and become some unconscious wandering spirit—

but that didn’t work either.

Under those circumstances,

the only thing Fan Yumo could do to pass the time...

was remember.

And so,

after finally accepting the miserable reality that he had already died, separated forever from his family and friends and likely unable to leave this place, Fan Yumo often immersed himself in memories.

Inside his mind, he reconstructed beautiful blue skies and white clouds, his kind family and friends, all kinds of delicious food, and the colorful entertainment of modern life...

His memories of the past, whether joyful or painful, replayed over and over inside his mind like a movie.

As for how much time had passed like this—

he had no idea.

Just recalling the events before his death like he had done moments ago...

By conservative estimates,

he had probably repeated that memory around eleven thousand seven hundred and twenty-two times already.

‘Sigh... when the hell is this kind of life going to end? Rather than floating around here forever, it’d honestly feel better if my soul had just completely dispersed after death...’

Fan Yumo cried inwardly with tearless despair.

‘Dear god! Let me out already!!! I seriously don’t want to stay trapped in this shitty place anymore!!’

If this was the so-called afterlife, then it was basically the Avici Hell itself, alright?!

Incidentally,

this was the two hundred and twenty-third thousandth time he had made this exact complaint.

And unsurprisingly,

heaven had never responded to his prayers even once.

However,

this time,

something seemed different.

Just as Fan Yumo once again began mentally ranting as usual, a voice as beautiful as heavenly music—clear and pleasant like a songbird’s—suddenly echoed within his mind without warning.

‘Young man, you look pretty handsome. How about big sis hires you to be a final boss?~~’

Fan Yumo: ??!!

‘Who?!’