As the night deepened, Chen Feng's heart grew increasingly tense.

Just then, a flash of white light streaked past the window, followed by a sudden clap of thunder.

Bang!

Chen Feng was shocked, and as he looked up, he saw the light tube flicker violently a few times before going completely dark.

The power was out, probably because the heavy rain had damaged some wires.

In the dark internet cafe, a clamor erupted instantly.

"Damn it! My pentakill!"

"What happened, attendant?"

Facing the customers' anger, the attendants' response was quite amusing: "Reboot."

Fing hell, is this something a reboot can solve?

Chen Feng almost laughed out loud, thinking his colleague had a good sense of humor.

Amidst the chaos, a loud crash suddenly came from the direction of the cafe's entrance, followed by the sound of shattering glass.

What the hell was that noise?

Customers quickly turned on their phones, shining them towards the sound, but all they saw were shards of glass, rainwater slowly seeping in, and the cold wind blowing through.

Chen Feng felt slightly relieved: "I thought there was some twist, but it was just the wind."

At that moment, a burly man with tattooed arms sitting by the door suddenly froze, his eyes wide open.

"What’s wrong?"

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Faced with the surrounding inquiries, the tattooed man turned red in the face, unable to utter a word.

Then came a cracking sound.

Under the light of the phones, Chen Feng saw it, everyone saw it: the tattooed man's head suddenly twisted 180 degrees, brutally snapped.

The twist had come.

Only, it was the neck that twisted.

Chen Feng's mind exploded.

At first, he thought he had transmigrated into a modern romance world.

After all, he had become an internet cafe attendant, surrounded by three beautiful colleagues, wasn't this the typical "Oh no, I'm surrounded by beautiful girls" scenario?

But now, seeing such a bizarre scene, Chen Feng realized something was wrong, this was clearly a paranormal horror world!

Oh no, I'm surrounded by ghosts!

"Murder!"

"There's a ghost!"

With a scream, the entire internet cafe erupted into chaos, with shoving, footsteps, and overturned gaming chairs creating a cacophony.

The world is dangerous! If it doesn't work, retreat!

Without any hesitation, Chen Feng dashed up the stairs.

He reached the second floor.

Hearing the commotion downstairs, the customers in the private gaming rooms gathered around.

"What happened, what happened?"

"Something happened downstairs!"

Chen Feng recounted the events from the first floor to everyone and urged them to call the police quickly.

"No signal!"

"This damn phone, what's going on?"

Classic.

Whenever something bad happens, the phone is guaranteed to be a useless brick.

Chen Feng sighed, and at that moment, the sounds of fighting, screaming, and wailing from downstairs suddenly diminished significantly.

After a while, everything fell silent.

Is it over?

But why is no one coming up?

Is everyone downstairs dead?

Too many questions lingered in everyone's minds.

"Is anyone brave enough to go down and take a look?"

"Easy for you to say, why don't you go down and try?"

Everyone exchanged words, but no one dared to act.

Chen Feng scanned the room, not seeing the two reception girls or the boss lady, and his heart sank.

Have they already been harmed?

It seems that in his previous life, he was most likely killed by this monster.

A monster that can turn invisible, with enough strength to twist a person's neck 180 degrees.

Being killed by such a creature, Chen Feng had no objections, the key was he couldn't understand why he had no memory of the monster at all.

"Could I have been strangled in my sleep?"

"But with such loud screams, even a pig should wake up, let alone I locked the door before sleeping."

While Chen Feng was puzzled, the sound of running water suddenly came from the direction of the restroom.

"What’s that sound?"

Fearless like a newborn calf, a young man in flip-flops boldly pushed open the restroom door, finding the faucet running, water overflowing from the sink, soaking the floor and carpet.

It seemed someone had gone to the restroom and forgotten to turn off the water.

"What kind of manners is this?"

The young man pinched his nose and stepped forward, about to turn off the faucet, when he suddenly felt a cold breeze brush past his neck, wondering: Why is the air conditioning so low?

But halfway through the thought, the young man found it amusing, the power was out, where would the cold air come from?

Wait, without air conditioning, why is it so cold?

The young man walked to the sink, the water lapping over his flip-flops, touching his feet, feeling bone-chillingly cold, which was too abnormal, even if it was raining outside, the pipes had been exposed to the sun all day, how could the water be so cold?

Before the young man could figure it all out, he felt a pair of cold, slippery hands grip his neck.

Another crack.

The young man could no longer make sense of his thoughts.

"Run! It's coming up!"

Everyone screamed, and the frantic escape began again.

Although the boss lady said not to go to the third floor, with life on the line, Chen Feng couldn't care less, grabbing the railing and running up.

But as he ran, Chen Feng suddenly realized, why did it become so quiet around him?

Something seemed off.

Chen Feng looked up, no one was in front, turned his head, no one was behind.

What’s going on? Where is everyone?

Chen Feng was baffled, but with the monster downstairs, he dared not go back to find anyone, he could only press on.

As the boss lady said, the third floor was indeed unrenovated, a complete, undivided hall, filled with the smell of cement dust and an indescribable eerie stench, making one nauseous.

Whose septic tank exploded?

Chen Feng covered his nose, seeing countless thick hemp ropes hanging from the ceiling, densely packed, with quilts hanging at the ends.

Why hang so many quilts?

Chen Feng took a closer look and gasped, the surfaces were shriveled and shrunken, barely discernible facial features, with limbs dangling around, what hung at the ends of the ropes were not quilts, but human skins peeled off!

Ah!

The hellish sight before him made Chen Feng take a few steps back, his shoes making a tapping sound on the floor.

Then, without a breeze.

But all the human skins began to sway, then turned, their hollow eye sockets looking in Chen Feng's direction.

This, this is!

Chen Feng felt his scalp tingle, and in an instant, countless messages flooded into his mind.

[Detecting original host deceased, scanning new host information, binding in progress]

A mechanical voice with countless echoes rang in his ears, followed by a barrage of notifications.

[Ding! Congratulations on successfully binding the LY-01-ZBDL Show-off Face-slapping System...]

[Ding! Congratulations on successfully binding the XH-02-SLJD Deep Blue Point System...]

[Ding! Congratulations on successfully binding the DS-03-SHFX Godly Wealth Cashback System...]

It's hard to describe the feeling, like having hundreds or thousands of people adding you on WeChat at once, the mechanical notification sound kept ringing in Chen Feng's ears.

After a while, the chaotic thoughts in his mind gradually settled.

Chen Feng shook his head, finally calming down, trying to understand what had happened:

These human skins, like Chen Feng, were transmigrators with systems, they were killed, and their systems were left here.

And Chen Feng became the new owner of these systems.

Did I inherit the systems of my predecessors?

Chen Feng's face showed no joy, instead, he was engulfed in immense fear: What kind of hellish place is this, capable of killing so many transmigrator predecessors?

"Didn't I tell you not to come upstairs?"

A seductive, slightly weary voice came from ahead.

That voice!

Chen Feng's eyes widened, seeing the boss lady He Ting twisting and turning, emerging from the forest of human skins.

Even a fool would know, the deaths of those predecessors were definitely related to the boss lady.

"Don't come any closer!"

Where there's life, there's hope.

Chen Feng turned to run, but fell to the ground, he looked down, puzzled at his legs, thinking he had tripped over something, only to find his legs had become withered, full of wrinkles, like an old man nearing eighty.

What is happening?

Chen Feng felt as if his entire body was being hollowed out, vitality rapidly draining, then an endless drowsiness overwhelmed him.

So sleepy.

So very sleepy.

So...

Chen Feng closed his eyes, finally understanding how he died the first time.

And when he opened his eyes again.

The humid air, the gentle cicada song, a beautiful woman walked out of the internet cafe, slowly approaching the dazed Chen Feng:

"Handsome, you don't look well, you'd better find a place to take shelter before it rains."

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Proofreader: Peter Pan