You made all the streamers on the internet kneel before you when you were asked to make a game.

The comments section paused for a full five seconds before erupting.

Holy crap... holy crap! The whole family is all here!

I finally understand what "囍" means—it signifies double happiness, a celebration of both joy and sorrow happening at the same time!

"Brother Long, look at your dad's face. He looks like he was just pulled out of the freezer."

[Stop talking, I'm playing a horror game and it feels like a family drama, or rather, a ghost story.]

[Brother Long, hurry up and sit down! Your "mother" is getting impatient!]

At that moment, the old woman who had been eating with her head down stopped.

She didn't look up.

But Brother Long could feel a cold gaze falling on him.

"You're back. Why aren't you seated?" The hoarse voice rang out again. "The food... it's getting cold."

Brother Long looked at the empty seat, right between his "mother" and "wife".

[Task Update: Take your seats and enjoy dinner with your family.]

The system's cold notification, like a sharp knife, pierced through Brother Long's last glimmer of hope.

"You damned planner, I curse your ancestors!"

Brother Long was roaring inwardly, but on the surface, he forced out a smile that looked worse than crying.

He recalled his pre-war declaration.

If I surrender quickly enough, fear can't catch me!

Now is the time to surrender!

"Oh! Mother! I'm back!"

As he spoke, Brother Long stiffly moved his feet toward the empty seat and slowly made his way to it.

He didn't dare to sit down directly, but instead gave the old lady a fawning smile.

"Mom, you eat first, you eat first."

Then he turned to the middle-aged man whose face was bluish-purple.

"Father, you should eat too."

Finally, his gaze fell on the bride with the red veil, and his lips twitched slightly.

"Wife...wife, you should eat more too."

The whole process was smooth and efficient, fully demonstrating the true nature of a "filial son and virtuous grandson".

The viewers in the live stream were stunned.

[Brother Long, you're fucking a genius!]

[This acting skill is so good, it's a waste not to award it a Golden Globe!]

[I would call this: On the Self-Cultivation of an Actor (Underworld Version)]

Brother Long carefully sat down, barely touching the edge of the chair with his bottom.

His muscles were taut, ready to flee at any moment.

"Um."

The old lady seemed quite satisfied with Brother Long's attitude, and uttered a single syllable through her nose.

She raised her head.

Brother Long finally saw her face clearly.

It was a face covered in wrinkles, like dried tree bark.

Her eyes were two dark, gaping holes, with no whites or pupils, unfathomable.

Brother Long's breathing stopped instantly.

"Have a meal."

The old woman "looked" at Brother Long with her dark, hollow eyes, and grinned, revealing a toothless smile.

She used her chopsticks to pick up a paper chicken leg from the plate and put it into the empty bowl in front of Brother Long.

"Your favorite chicken leg."

"Eat more to nourish your body."

Looking at the paper chicken leg painted with bright colors in the bowl, Brother Long felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

Is this edible?

If you eat that, you'll probably die on the spot!

New rules have been introduced!

Rule 1: You cannot refuse food offered by elders.

A line of blood-red words suddenly appeared in Brother Long's field of vision.

Brother Long's face turned green instantly.

He looked at the paper chicken leg in the bowl, then at "Mother's" terrifying face.

To eat, or not to eat?

Eating it might kill you.

Refusing to eat violates the rules and could have even worse consequences.

This is a fucking death question!

The viewers in the live stream went wild.

[Here it comes! The game planner's rule-based killer!]

Eat up, Brother Long! Let's sacrifice ourselves for righteousness today!

[Brother Long, why don't you give it a try? What if this paper chicken leg is strawberry flavored?]

[Upstairs, are you a devil?]

Cold sweat poured down Brother Long's forehead like rain.

His hands trembled as he picked up the chopsticks.

He decided to take a gamble.

He picked up the paper chicken leg, closed his eyes, and shoved it into his mouth as if he were swallowing poison.

It didn't have the dry smell of paper I had imagined, nor the chemical smell of oil paint.

The initial taste is cold and slippery, with a slightly fishy flavor.

It's like chewing on a piece of... raw, rotten, fatty meat.

"vomit--"

Brother Long's stomach suddenly spasmed violently, and he almost vomited on the spot.

But he covered his mouth tightly.

He dared not vomit.

He was afraid that if he vomited, he would lose his life.

He forced himself to swallow the "chicken leg" down, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

[Scare level +888!]

[Scare level +999!]

Room 404, Happiness Apartment.

Hao Ren nodded in satisfaction as he watched the alarm value rapidly increase in the background.

"Not bad, it seems this generation of players' digestive systems need some improvement."

He picked up his Blue Mountain coffee and took an elegant sip.

in the game.

After swallowing that "chicken leg," Brother Long felt as if his entire esophagus had been scraped by ice, burning with pain.

"Is it tasty?"

The voice of "Mother" echoed softly.

Brother Long's face turned pale, but he still forced a smile and gave a thumbs up.

"So...delicious! Mother's cooking is still as good as ever!"

"Hmm." The old lady seemed even happier, and used her chopsticks to pick up a paper fish and put it into Brother Long's bowl.

"If it's delicious, eat more."

Brother Long: "..."

He felt like dying.

Is this a buffet?!

Just when Brother Long was in despair, the "father" who had been silent all along suddenly moved.

He turned his head stiffly and looked at Brother Long with his lifeless eyes.

Then, he picked up a wine glass from the table.

The wine glass was filled to the brim with a murky liquid that looked like muddy water.

"My son..." Father spoke, "You're back."

"Have a drink with Dad..."

New rules have been introduced!

Rule Two: Father and son drink together, finishing their drinks in one gulp.

Brother Long looked at the cup of muddy water, then at the cup in front of him that was also filled to the brim.

He felt his liver trembling.

This meal is too much to finish.

Today, it's either him or him.

Waaaaah!