Qi Yang turned around to look in the direction of the sound. It seemed like someone near the window was eating something. Qi Yang narrowed his eyes. Eating late at night, no matter how you look at it, wasn’t normal, so he looked closely.

Qi Yang heard the sound, and Du Yong naturally did too. He heard a crunching sound, like something’s bones being chewed and broken. Du Yong heard it clearly. Du Yong was both scared and couldn’t help but want to peek and see what was going on. He secretly hoped it was really an NPC who was hungry late at night and looking for food, rather than something strange, like a scene from earlier in the day where a ghost was covered in blood, eating its own fingers.

Du Yong swallowed hard. He pulled back the quilt that was covering his face. He had been hiding under the quilt, and his breathing was quite difficult. He cautiously poked his head out and looked towards the window.

By the window, someone was sitting on the lower bunk. It wasn’t complete darkness; there was a small, rechargeable desk lamp beside the person, so even though the dorm’s power was out, it could still be turned on.

Using that faint light, Du Yong looked at his roommate’s hands. As if the other person had eyes on the back of their head, the roommate slowly raised their face and turned their neck to look at Du Yong.

The desk lamp’s light shone on the ghost. It was a normal, living face, but the boy’s mouth was bloody. At some point, he had grabbed a black cat in both hands. The cat’s long tail hung down, its neck had been bitten off by the ghost, and its chest was also torn open. A blurry mass of flesh appeared in front of the black cat, and dark red liquid dripped from beneath the mass onto the floor.

Du Yong was so horrified by this terrifying scene that his whole body stiffened, unable even to breathe. His eyes were wide open, staring unblinkingly. As he watched, the cat-eating ghost stood up. He held the dead cat in his right hand, his body turning in the same direction as his neck, and then he began to walk. Each step felt like it was treading on Du Yong’s heart. Du Yong’s hand, gripping the bed frame, was almost cramped to the point of immobility. His eyes, seized by terror, wanted to look away immediately but wouldn’t obey his will. He could only watch helplessly as the cat-eating ghost, with a mouth full of blood, approached him.

The ghost walked up to Du Yong, bent down, and with a smile like he was sharing food, kindly asked Du Yong, “This is delicious, do you want some?”

Du Yong stared at the terrifying face inches away, the strong smell of blood assailing him. Du Yong just felt like throwing up. He suddenly stretched out his hands and pushed the ghost.

The ghost seemed not to have expected to be pushed away by Du Yong. The black cat’s corpse in its hand fell to the ground with a thud. The ghost itself also stumbled backward, hitting the bed where Qi Yang was. The ghost’s neck twisted 180 degrees backward. There wasn’t much light near the door, and the desk lamp was still on the ghost’s bed, so Qi Yang could only vaguely see the general outline of the ghost’s face and smell the strong scent of blood.

“……It’s getting late. Stop with all this stuff and don’t disturb others’ sleep.” Qi Yang had just seen the cat’s corpse in the ghost’s hand. Before this scene happened, Qi Yang was a little nervous, a nervousness towards the unknown horror. After it actually happened, Qi Yang found it was just that. He had seen similar situations too many times in the classroom during the day, where some people even bent down to pick up their bloody intestines that had fallen on the floor tiles. It’s just eating a cat, and the cat here probably isn’t even a real cat, so Qi Yang actually felt relieved. This way, nothing else should happen later. Qi Yang just wanted to get a good night’s sleep as soon as possible.

After all, a pregnant man needs to rest well.

“I’m hungry and want to eat. I didn’t eat enough during the day, and I haven’t really eaten enough for a while.” What’s strange is that this ghostly roommate actually started talking to Qi Yang, and from his tone, you could even hear a hint of pitifulness and grievance.

However, the other party suddenly acting aggrieved in front of Qi Yang had no effect on him whatsoever.

“I didn’t stop you from eating. If you haven’t eaten enough, go out and eat. You’re eating so loudly, smacking your lips, no one wants to hear how you eat. Go out and eat quickly.” Qi Yang usually has a good temper, but if anyone disturbs him at night and prevents him from getting a good night’s sleep, his temper gets very irritable.

Accused so suddenly and coldly, the ghostly roommate stared at Qi Yang for a while, but Qi Yang, too sleepy, lay back on the bed and turned to face the wall. The ghost looked at the back of Qi Yang’s head. If it were anyone else, he would have climbed onto the bed to scare them, or even smeared the dead cat’s intestines on them. But not this person. The ghost turned around and picked up the dead cat from the floor. At least he had scared someone, otherwise he would have felt very frustrated. Carrying the cat, the ghost actually listened to Qi Ze and left the dorm to get some late-night food.

After that, the dorm fell silent again. Du Yong, scared witless, wanted to talk to Qi Yang countless times, but noticed Qi Yang seemed to be asleep. He could only shiver and hug himself tightly, enduring until dawn when he finally couldn’t take it anymore and closed his eyes, falling asleep.

Qi Yang thought he could sleep until dawn, but that night he unexpectedly had a nightmare.

He dreamed of a heavy dark shadow pressing down on him. The shadow seemed to be a person, but the person’s face was unfamiliar, someone Qi Yang had never seen before, not a classmate. It was a completely strange face, a very handsome man.

But the other party’s body was ice-cold, and the hand gripping Qi Yang’s wrist was like ice. In the nightmare, Qi Yang shivered all over from the cold.

This led Qi Yang to believe for a moment that he wasn’t dreaming; otherwise, how could he feel such coldness in a dream?

The man moved closer to Qi Yang and kissed him with equally cold lips. Qi Yang wanted to kick him away, but the other person seemed prepared, taking the opportunity to grab Qi Yang’s foot and squeeze his body between Qi Yang’s knees. This scene unexpectedly gave Qi Yang a sense of familiarity.

Because not long ago, he had a passionate encounter with someone, and during that encounter, he was pinned down by a strange man in the same way.

If it weren’t for that accidental indulgence, he wouldn’t have gotten pregnant at all. Qi Yang intensely disliked those memories, and here, being pressed down in his dream, Qi Ze struggled violently.

But the man seemed to know where Qi Yang’s sensitive spots were. He pressed a certain point on Qi Yang’s waist, and then Qi Yang lost half of his strength.

Qi Yang kept his mouth shut, not wanting the man to succeed, but the man’s cold hand pinched Qi Yang’s chin. With little effort, Qi Yang’s mouth was pried open, and then a cold, slimy tongue drilled into Qi Yang’s mouth.

That tongue, like a snake, swept every corner of Qi Yang’s mouth—his teeth, palate, and the base of his tongue. Qi Yang’s teeth ached. He didn’t know how long he had been kissed, but it was long enough for Qi Yang to struggle for breath before the man finally released him.

Then Qi Yang heard the person on top of him let out a very joyful laugh.

Qi Yang’s wrist was released. The moment he gained freedom, Qi Yang didn’t hesitate. He clenched his fist and punched the man squarely in the face. The man seemed not to expect Qi Yang to hit him and didn’t have time to dodge, taking the full force of the punch.

Qi Yang looked at his fist in surprise. The feeling of hitting someone’s face was too real, so was this still a dream or not?

To verify this, Qi Yang intended to punch the man again, but this time the man grabbed Qi Yang’s hand.

“One punch is enough. Don’t be angry; it’s not good for your health.” The man lowered his head and kissed Qi Yang’s hand.

Qi Yang’s scalp tingled, and just as the anger in his eyes was about to solidify, the man got up and left.

Jumping off the bed, the man landed lightly on the floor without making a sound.

He stood by Qi Yang’s bed. The man was very tall, at least over 1.9 meters. His hand brushed Qi Yang’s face, though only for a moment before Qi Yang slapped it away. However, this didn’t affect the man’s happy mood. He hadn’t been this happy in a long time. He thought that God truly favored him. He didn’t have much desire for power or anything like that, even though he was practically an absolute authority in this game. Yet, the man wasn’t particularly happy because there was nothing worth being happy about.

It was all so boring. If there really wasn’t anything else to do, the man would have genuinely wanted to throw in the towel and let anyone else take over.

In this state, a surprise appeared, or more accurately, two surprises.

“I’m really looking forward to it, truly.” The man uttered a cryptic remark, meeting Qi Yang’s eyes, which were still bright even in the darkness. The man licked his lips, savoring the kiss they had just shared.

“Enjoy the game, I believe you’ll like it.”

After speaking, the man disappeared, vanishing into thin air. Looking at the thick darkness before him, Qi Yang slowly exhaled. He closed his eyes and soon fell back into a dream.

The next morning, Qi Yang woke up remembering the dream from last night. He sat on the bed in a daze for a while. It must have been a dream, it couldn’t be real.

If it were real, would that mean a ghost had taken a liking to him? Coming to kiss him in the middle of the night, that kind of thing seemed impossible no matter how he looked at it.

So Qi Yang believed it was just a dream.

Qi Yang woke up relatively early; it seemed no one else in the other dorms was up yet. Qi Yang planned to wash his face, then go to the cafeteria for breakfast. However, just as he was halfway through washing his face, a scream suddenly came from outside the door. Qi Yang immediately turned off the faucet. He turned and exchanged a glance with Du Yong. Du Yong’s face was a mix of surprise and terror, but he still immediately turned and opened the door. The scream came from a dorm diagonally opposite. When Du Yong opened the door, the players from that dorm were all standing at their doorway. Seeing their panicked expressions, Du Yong knew something terrible must have happened in their dorm.

Du Yong was timid. Even though other players had gathered, he still didn’t dare approach until Qi Yang walked up behind him. Only then did he follow Qi Yang towards the crowd.

Yi Xinming’s dorm was at the end of the corridor. He also brought people over and exchanged a glance with Qi Yang. The two quickly stood together.

“What happened?” Yi Xinming asked, grabbing a player’s shoulder.

The player suddenly turned their head, eyes wide and round, their entire expression distorted.

At the same time, Yi Xinming smelled a strange odor in the room, something burnt.