Chapter 1
Prologue: Confused Transmigration
In the silent basement, an old light bulb hung lonely from the ceiling, its dim light casting a somewhat eerie atmosphere.
Drip… drip…
The sound of water droplets hitting the ground was exceptionally noticeable in the quiet environment. Heavy footsteps descended from above, getting closer and closer.
Completely naked, the girl was bound to a wheelchair with rusty copper wire, drops of crimson blood falling from her wrists.
As if noticing the footsteps, the girl’s body began to tremble, as if she had long feared the owner of these footsteps.
Soon, the owner of the footsteps appeared in the girl’s sight.
A girl with long brown hair, wearing a pure white wedding dress and holding a shining wood-chopping knife, slowly approached.
The girl in the wheelchair began to struggle, but it was all in vain. As her movements became more violent, the copper wire on her body tightened.
More blood began to overflow.
“Zhiyin, do you miss me?”
A voice with a hint of pathology rang out. The girl in the wedding dress walked up to Lu Zhiyin. She slightly bowed and extended a hand to stroke the chin of the girl in the wheelchair.
Her black eyes held an inexpressible madness.
“Why, why did you betray me? Wasn’t I enough? Why did you have to look for someone else?”
Gripping the chin of the girl in the wheelchair, the girl in the wedding dress questioned the person in front of her.
But she would not get an answer, nor was she destined to. Because the girl in front of her had her tongue ripped out a day ago.
Unable to say anything, the girl in the wheelchair could only look at the person in front of her, tears streaming down her face.
She was afraid.
“Ha… haha… Die… Die… A dead Zhiyin is the best Zhiyin. As long as Zhiyin dies, you’ll belong to me alone, right?”
“Die… Die… Die… Hahaha… Haha…”
Accompanied by frantic laughter, the girl’s pure white wedding dress was stained red with blood. Again and again, she thrust the wood-chopping knife in her hand into the girl she called Zhiyin.
…Game Over…
With three abrupt red characters, the computer screen went black. The young man sitting in front of the computer finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“Phew… I’m finally done with this ending…”
Standing up, he looked at the computer screen and rubbed his eyes.
His name was Lu Zhiyin, and the game he had just finished was called “The Desperate Life of a Girl.” It was a female-perspective adult game released in 2025, and it was the type that most people didn’t accept.
“Currently, I’ve played through all the bad endings. I can uninstall the game now.”
He muttered to himself, casually pressing a few keys on the keyboard to force quit the game, then choosing to directly delete the files.
Although “The Desperate Life of a Girl” didn’t have a pleasant name, the protagonist of this game could actually achieve a good ending. Most people would want to make things easier for the protagonist.
But Lu Zhiyin had no intention of doing so. He enjoyed seeing others have miserable endings, even if it was just in a game.
According to him, his own life was already bad enough, so he hoped others’ lives could be even worse.
With this thought, he controlled the protagonist, who shared his name, constantly testing the limits of the female leads in the game. Watching the protagonist he controlled being abused, deceived, and killed more than once, he couldn’t help but smile.
Sometimes, he would think of himself as a scumbag, but so what? He was only persecuting virtual characters who didn’t exist in the world. Besides, no deity would punish such behavior.
“Yawn~”
Thinking this, Lu Zhiyin yawned. To complete all the bad endings, he hadn’t slept for two days.
“I should go sleep for a while… I’ll find a new game to play tomorrow.”
He muttered to himself, stretching. Just as he was about to walk towards the bed next to the computer desk, he felt a pang in his heart.
“…?”
He touched his heart and had a bad premonition, but he didn’t pay it much attention.
Taking another step forward, he felt a sharp, dull pain, and his vision went black. His body tilted forward.
Time seemed to stretch infinitely. In a daze, the young man could see himself falling.
“Am I… going to die? Damn… I haven’t deleted my browsing history yet…”
This was the young man’s last thought before his sudden death. Unfortunately, it was only a thought.
It turns out that staying up late is not advisable.
……
In a pure white space, a strange figure wearing a white robe, with a pair of wings on its back and a golden halo around its head, lay lazily on a tall golden throne.
And below the throne, the young man who had just died lay quietly, motionless.
The young man had deep dark circles under his eyes and long bangs, indicating he hadn’t cut his hair in a long time. He was a typical gloomy shut-in.
However, the young man’s face was not covered in acne scars like most gloomy shut-ins. His face was clean and delicate, as delicate as a girl’s.
Time passed, and it wasn’t until the figure on the throne began to feel bored that Lu Zhiyin woke up.
He propped himself up with his hands and slowly sat up, as if he had just woken up, with a bit of weariness in his eyes.
He looked up and glanced at the figure on the throne.
“Ah… are you an angel? In that case, I must really be dead. I never thought I’d be able to go to heaven.”
Standing up, Lu Zhiyin touched his face. He couldn’t help but wonder if he was a typical modern shut-in. His thoughts were quite whimsical, and he didn’t seem to be saddened by his death.
“No… I’m not an angel. I just look like those white-feathered birds. I am a god, a real god. You, you don’t deserve to go to heaven at all.”
Sitting up straight, the figure who called himself a deity placed his hands on the armrests of the throne and looked coldly at Lu Zhiyin, who was blankly touching his cheek.
“…?”
Curiously, Lu Zhiyin looked at the so-called deity, his eyes filled with inquiry.
“You… Well, you haven’t committed any grave sins, but I just don’t like your actions, so I made you die early. You should have had a lot more time to live.”
With that said, the deity got down from the throne and stood on the steps in front of it.
“You like watching people’s miserable lives, don’t you? Then, I will send you to the world of ‘The Desperate Life of a Girl’ in person, to become the protagonist of the game, and to personally experience the suffering you enjoy seeing inflicted on others. When you achieve the game’s perfect ending, I will send you back and return your life to you.”
As his voice fell, the so-called deity waved his hand, and a void appeared beneath Lu Zhiyin’s feet, sucking him in.
Thus, Lu Zhiyin confusingly transmigrated into a game he had just completed.
