A bizarre and terrifying experience; I messed up the dungeon world.

The headline reads: "Horror games continue to spread, with 100,000 people missing worldwide."

Below are various reports and analyses, as well as interviews with experts.

It looks normal.

But Zhou Lang noticed a detail.

All news releases are today.

There is neither yesterday nor the day before yesterday.

"There's a problem," he said.

"What's the problem?" Zhao Qiang asked.

"This isn't reality." Zhou Lang shut down the computer. "We're still in the game."

Han Yingying's expression changed. "Are you sure?"

"Confirmed," Zhou Lang said. "In the real world, not all news is released today. And..."

He pointed out the window.

"Look at the people on the street."

Zhao Qiang and Han Yingying walked to the window.

Pedestrians come and go on the street, but if you look closely, you'll find that their movements are repetitive.

Take a few steps, stop, turn around, and take a few more steps.

Back and forth.

"This is fake," Han Yingying said. "Then how are we going to get out?"

"We've found a flaw," Zhou Lang said. "Since it's fake, there must be a loophole."

The three began searching the room.

Zhou Lang opened the wardrobe, inside which hung his clothes.

He took out a coat and found a note in the pocket.

The note read: "Go to the rooftop."

"Found it," he said.

The three left the room and took the elevator to the rooftop.

The elevator doors opened, revealing a spacious platform.

A person was standing on the edge of the rooftop.

It's Han Yingying.

No, it's another Han Yingying.

She was wearing a white dress, her back to them, looking at the city in the distance.

"You've come," she said softly.

Han Yingying, who was next to Zhou Lang, was stunned.

"Who are you?"

"I am you." Han Yingying, in the white dress, turned around. "Or rather, I am a part of you."

"What do you mean?"

"You've forgotten a lot," said Han Yingying in the white dress, "about the game, about reality, about... him."

She looked at Zhou Lang.

"You've seen this before, more than once."

Han Yingying shook her head. "Impossible, I first met him in the first instance."

"That's what you think was the first time," said Han Yingying in the white dress. "Actually, you knew each other before the game even started."

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

"Do you remember?" Han Yingying in the white dress approached. "That rainy day, that street, the person who saved you."

Han Yingying's expression changed.

She remembered.

Six months ago, she was almost hit by a car when a stranger pushed her away.

She could never quite remember that person's face.

But now, the memory has suddenly become clear.

It's Zhou Lang.

"How could this be..." She looked at Zhou Lang, "It's you?"

Zhou Lang was also stunned.

He did save a girl, but he didn't see her face clearly at the time.

"So your meeting wasn't accidental," said Han Yingying in the white dress. "It was fate."

"Fate?" Zhou Lang sneered. "I don't believe in that."

"Then what do you believe in?"

"I only believe in myself."

Han Yingying, dressed in white, smiled.

"Very well," she said. "Then I'll tell you a secret."

She walked to the edge of the rooftop and opened her arms.

"You created this world."

"What?"

"From the moment the game began, you became part of the rules," said Han Yingying in the white dress. "Your skill isn't about scaring ghosts, it's about rewriting reality."

"What are you talking about...?"

"Your sister knew this secret, so she entered the game, hoping to find the truth," said Han Yingying in the white dress. "But she failed and was trapped in the deepest level."

What is at the deepest level?

"It's the source of all fear," said Han Yingying in the white dress, "and also the core of the game."

She turned around and looked at Zhou Lang.

"If you want to save her, you have to go there."

"How do I get there?"

"Jump down."

Han Yingying, dressed in white, pointed to the edge of the rooftop.

"Jump down from here and you'll reach the deepest level."

Zhou Lang walked to the edge and looked down.

Below was endless darkness, with no bottom in sight.

"Are you crazy?" Zhao Qiang grabbed him. "You'll die if you jump!"

"No," said Han Yingying in the white dress, "because this place isn't reality."

Zhou Lang remained silent for a few seconds.

"What will they do if I jump?"

"They will return to real reality," said Han Yingying in the white dress. "Only you need to go to the deepest level."

Why?

"Because you are the key."

Zhou Lang looked at Han Yingying and Zhao Qiang.

"You guys go back first."

"No!" Han Yingying grabbed his hand. "We agreed to go together."

"This time is different," Zhou Lang said. "I have to go alone."

Why?

"Because..." Zhou Lang paused, "...this is my business."

He broke free from Han Yingying's hand and turned to face Han Yingying in the white dress.

"If I jump, will they really be able to get back?"

"I promise."

"it is good."

Zhou Lang took a few steps back, then rushed towards the edge of the rooftop.

"Zhou Lang!"

Han Yingying's shout rang out behind him, but he didn't turn around.

He jumped.

The wind howled in my ears, and darkness swallowed everything.

Zhou Lang closed his eyes, waiting to land.

But the feeling of landing didn't come.

He kept falling, falling, falling.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly the surroundings lit up.

Zhou Lang opened his eyes and found himself standing in a huge space.

There are no walls, no ceiling, only countless floating points of light.

Each point of light contains a scene.

Some are crying, some are laughing, some are fighting, and some are running away.

"Is this the deepest level?"

"right."

A voice rang behind him.

Zhou Lang turned around and saw a familiar figure.

She is his sister.

"sister?"

"Long time no see, Xiao Lang." The older sister smiled. "You've finally arrived."

Zhou Lang rushed over, wanting to hug her.

But his hand passed through his sister's body.

"you……"

"I'm not alive anymore," the sister said. "I've been here too long; I've become a part of this world."

"Then how can I save you?"

"It can't be saved," the older sister shook her head. "But you can end it all."

"What do you mean?"

"I created this game," the older sister said, "to protect you."

Zhou Lang was stunned.

"Did you create it?"

"Yes," the older sister said. "Before the game began, I discovered a secret. This world is about to be consumed by fear, and everyone will turn into monsters."

"So you created the game?"

"Yes," the older sister said. "I sealed my fear within the game, preventing it from spreading into reality. But the price is that I have to stay here to maintain the seal."

"So what do we do now?"

"Now, the seal is about to break," the older sister said. "You must take my place and become the new guardian."

"I?"

"Yes," her sister said. "You have this ability; you were destined to do this from the moment you were born."

Zhou Lang fell silent.

"If I take your place, can you leave?"

"able."

"Then I'll do it."