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Creak...

The restaurant's door was pushed open, and a woman in a red dress with a charming face walked in.

"Cu... customer... welcome... welcome to the Fierce Ghost Restaurant. What... what would you like to order?"

A young man, about eighteen or nineteen years old, approached her nervously, his face filled with extreme terror.

"James?" The woman glanced at the name tag on the young man's chest and a strange smile appeared at the corner of her mouth:

"Are you afraid of me?"

"No... no..." Cold sweat poured down James' forehead as he shook his head and waved his hands.

Finally, his legs gave out, and he collapsed onto his knees.

"Hehe... young man, you look a lot like my ex-boyfriend, very similar..." A bright smile appeared on the woman's charming face. Her tender, fair hand gently grasped James' hand and placed it on her smooth, fair thigh.

Her eyes, like rippling water, were filled with memories and haziness as she murmured:

"Do you know? I loved him very much, and he loved me too. Every night, he would kneel before me like this, caressing my body again and again."

The woman's voice became soft and seductive. The touch from her palm made James' heart waver, slowly calming down, and his hand unconsciously wandered back and forth on that smooth, beautiful leg.

Suddenly, his fingers seemed to touch a crevice-like gap, and he couldn't help but want to look down.

However, the woman's voice interrupted his action:

"Young man, do you like it?"

"I like it!"

Without hesitation, James nodded continuously, his eyes filled with confusion and intoxication.

He seemed to forget where he was. Not far away, at a table, a man covered in bandages watched the scene and laughed silently with his mouth wide open.

A strange, enchanting smile also appeared on the woman's face as she lowered her head, her red lips slightly parted, and whispered into James' ear:

"Young man, since you like it so much, do you want to know how I came here?"

How... did she get here? Fierce Ghost Restaurant?

That's right! This is the Fierce Ghost Restaurant, where only vengeful spirits can be customers!

James shuddered, suddenly pulling his hand back, feeling it sticky and wet.

Looking down, his eyes were filled with bright red blood.

Terrified, James raised his head and his gaze traveled up the woman's legs. He suddenly fell to the ground, feeling as if his whole body had plunged into an endless ice cellar, and scrambled backward using both his hands and feet.

Those originally fair legs were now filled with countless spider-web-like cracks that spread all over her body.

The woman slowly stood up, blood oozing out along the cracks. Pieces of flesh the size of a thumb and as thin as eggshells were washed away by the blood, continuously falling onto the ground.

"Young man..." the woman began, her voice still soft and gentle.

As she smiled, large pieces of flesh fell off her face, much like fish scales.

Her entire body looked like it was pieced together from countless pieces of flesh!

The woman slowly leaned down, and drops of blood mixed with pieces of flesh fell onto James. Her voice gradually became colder:

"I haven't told you how I got here yet! I loved my boyfriend very much, and he loved me too. He didn't like me interacting with other men, so he used a scalpel to slice me into one piece after another..."

"It took me... so much effort to piece myself back together! There are a total of 36,000 pieces!"

"Young man, you touched me just now! He'll be unhappy if he finds out!"

"Hehe... what a coincidence, the flesh on my body has recently started to smell. Young man, why don't you lend me some of your flesh?"

The eerie voice continued, and a pair of bony claws, with only bones left, firmly grasped James' neck.

Bang!

The bloody scene suddenly turned pitch black.

Chilling winds swept through, accompanied by the slight sounds of teeth clashing, and the rustling of clothes caused by trembling in fear. Apart from that, only the heavy and terrified panting remained. freewebnov el.com

"Classmates!"

The lights came back on, and the class teacher stood solemnly on the podium:

"I hope you all understand that this is not a horror movie, not a film! The arrival of the thrilling world has been going on for ten years now, and we have gradually figured out some patterns!"

"Every adult man and woman will be drawn into the terrifying sub-world by the thrilling world. Those who successfully pass through can receive rewards, but those who fail, like the protagonist of this live video, will undoubtedly die."

"Over the past ten years, out of the billions of people on Earth, more than twenty million have entered the sub-world, but only one in ten has survived!"

"Next, I'll tell you what to pay attention to if you are selected."

"First of all, different sub-worlds have different rules, but one thing is certain: all sub-worlds have certain patterns. For example, in the ghost sub-world we just saw, if the student named James hadn't been scared, and instead had followed the sub-world's requirements to take orders for customers, as long as there were no mistakes in the service, the ghosts and goblins wouldn't have attacked so easily."

"So, once you enter a sub-world, don't try to get close to the ghosts and goblins. Remember, in their eyes, you're nothing more than a plate of delicious food! With very few exceptions, it is extremely difficult to approach fierce ghosts, and they may even try to eat you by any means necessary."

...

On the stage, the class teacher spoke eloquently.

Below the stage, the students who had just been somewhat frightened listened intently but mostly didn't take it seriously.

No one believed that they would be so unlucky as to be chosen.

With a total of over 16 billion people on Earth, only about 20 million have been selected so far, with an average of a few million per year.

Every year, more than two million people die from car accidents and suicides combined!

Of course, more importantly, once selected by the thrilling game, the legendary death tattoo would appear on their bodies.

Those who didn't have the tattoo yet had no need to worry.

Except...

In a corner of the classroom, Alexander frowned and slipped his fingers into his sleeve.

Hidden beneath the sleeve, a mysterious scythe tattoo suddenly appeared on his arm.

At the same time, a piece of information emerged in Alexander's mind.

"Congratulations, you have been chosen by the thrilling world and have gained the right to enter it!"

"Your attributes will be materialized and can be viewed at any time through the ghost tattoo!"

"Every month, you will be forcibly drafted to enter a sub-world in the thrilling world. If you pass through it, you will receive rewards from the thrilling world."

"Besides the compulsory draft, you can choose to join countdown-started sub-worlds through the ghost tattoo. There are level restrictions for participation in sub-worlds, and you cannot normally enter a sub-world more than one level above your own."

"Sub-world levels and strength divisions are as follows: wronged souls, evil spirits, fierce ghosts, ghost kings..."

"Compulsory draft countdown: 23:59:59"

He had only one day!

Alexander was utterly shocked in his heart!

It had been more than five years since he came to this ghostly world from Earth.

Four years ago, his parents in this world died in a plane crash while returning to their home country.

Relying on the savings left by the parents he had never met and a large compensation from the airline, Alexander had been living relatively comfortably.

But the thrilling world had always loomed over him like a mountain.

According to the novels he had read on Earth, being a transmigrator, having deceased parents, and dealing with this thrilling space, there was no doubt that this would eventually fall on him.

Sure enough, on his 18th birthday today, before midnight had passed, the ill-fated tattoo had come knocking.

Feeling the tattoo on his arm, Alexander lamented internally.

"In my past life, I was just an ordinary sales trainer! With no system, no golden finger, do you expect me to sell things to fierce ghosts?"