Chapter 11: What the Hell Did I Get Dragged Into?

Under the gaze of Hokage Rojie and Pirate Rojie, the two clouds of gray mist parted as if gently brushed aside by invisible hands, slowly dissipating.

Two men with similar features appeared one after another on their seats.

The first to appear was a dashing young martial artist.

This young man had sharp, sword-like eyebrows, star-bright eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips tightly pressed, and black hair tied back, with a few strands fluttering in the wind.

He wore a dark blue martial suit, its clean cut accentuating his upright, athletic frame.

Around his waist was a brown leather belt, hanging a simple sword sheath, within which a long sword was slantedly inserted.

Though the aesthetic differed greatly, from appearance alone—

This handsome fellow is definitely me.

Genuine article!

Judging by this, he must have crossed over into a martial arts or cultivation world.

Beside the young martial artist stood a young man in his early twenties.

He had a wild, fluffy mop of yellow curls, bold and unrestrained.

His facial features were rugged, his eyes as clear and blue as a sunny sky, curled with a carefree, mocking smile.

He wore a well-tailored casual suit, his light blue shirt collar slightly open, two buttons undone in casual disregard.

“Hm?”

Hokage Rojie and Pirate Rojie exchanged a glance, both thinking the same thing at once.

Did I become Huang Mao?

Judging by his attire, he must have crossed over into a modern, urban world.

The ceiling is high, but the floor is just as low.

The two new arrivals to this gray mist hall displayed utterly different expressions.

The young martial artist’s face was filled with delight.

Based on Hokage Rojie’s understanding of himself, the other was surely thinking: finally, the cheat system has arrived.

Makes perfect sense.

A normal reaction.

I reacted the same way back then.

But Huang Mao Rojie wore a look of suspicion, his eyes faintly tinged with fear.

This kind of reaction?

Hokage Rojie and Pirate Rojie exchanged another glance.

This kid must have had a hellish start.

Before the two newcomers could think further, Pirate Rojie strode forward and grabbed them both.

The young martial artist made no move to dodge, while Huang Mao Rojie, though trying to pull away, was easily seized by Pirate Rojie.

The next moment, the three began sharing memories.

As memories surged like a flood, intertwining between them, when the sharing ended, the young martial artist looked at Huang Mao Rojie with deep sympathy.

Pirate Rojie reached out and patted Huang Mao Rojie’s shoulder in comfort.

Though Huang Mao Rojie was already in his twenties and stood at one meter ninety—

Before the towering, three-meter-tall Pirate Rojie, he was still just a tiny figure.

Hokage Rojie, filled with curiosity, couldn’t help asking: “What happened? What kind of situation did Itachi run into?”

“This young brother seems like an outsider—did Itachi get tormented by a priest as a child?”

As Huang Mao Rojie opened his mouth to explain, Hokage Rojie simply reached out and touched him.

“Explaining’s too much trouble—I’ll just share the memories directly.”

In an instant, Hokage Rojie learned of Huang Mao Rojie’s bizarre, tumultuous life story.

Before the crossing, their life paths were identical.

But after crossing over, Huang Mao Rojie became a true-born rich heir in America, a bona fide star-spangled American.

He lived in a spacious, luxurious estate, with food and drink never lacking, his life so opulent it inspired envy.

On ordinary days, he either squandered money lavishly or shuttled between nightclubs, drowning in the decadent pleasures of chasing girls and dancing.

Hardship and toil?

That was a lifetime ago.

His grandfather had already consumed all his suffering when he crossed the border with Washington.

Unfortunately, this life of debauchery didn’t last long.

Huang Mao Rojie’s parents died in a plane crash while on vacation in Paris.

Later investigations showed the accident was purely accidental, caused by faulty aircraft parts.

All the fault of Indian engineers.

The only young men who survived the plane were those who’d been kicked out of the cabin for fighting inside—luckily spared.

Faced with his parents’ sudden deaths, Huang Mao Rojie was heartbroken, weeping uncontrollably.

After arranging the funeral, he spent every day drunk in nightclubs, seeking solace in the broad bosoms of older women, numbing his shattered heart.

But just a few days later, an old lover he’d met at a nightclub died unexpectedly while camping.

Huang Mao Rojie was saddened, but since everyone had their own lives, he could only silently mourn for three seconds—any longer would be too much.

Then he went off to find other older women for comfort.

Until one day, while drinking with his older women friends, he happened to hear the location where his old lover had died was called Crystal Lake.

His scalp instantly prickled, a sense of dread surging within him.

He felt utterly ill.

Crystal Lake?

The Hundred-Killer Boy?

What the hell did I get dragged into?

Regaining his composure, Rojie began investigating—and discovered in horror that the neighborhood he’d lived in was called Elm Street, and beyond the city lay a sinister slaughterhouse.

Moreover, his parents’ deaths seemed to conceal unknown secrets.

The few young men who survived the crash died one after another in mysterious circumstances in the following days.

This was… Final Destination!

Huang Mao Rojie burst into furious curses.

He’d thought he’d escaped the serf class and entered noble life, only to find he’d landed in ghost life.

He never imagined a simple American town could produce so many prodigies at once.

At last, Huang Mao Rojie confirmed: he had definitely crossed into a horror world.

This place couldn’t be stayed in even a second.

Though he didn’t provoke trouble, he was terrified of it.

His motto: never stand up to anything.

Huang Mao Rojie immediately began plotting his escape.

But when he tried to exchange currency, buy property, and flee to another country, he discovered in despair that horror legends filled every corner of the globe.

Sadako, Fujiang, Kayako…

No matter where he went, he couldn’t escape the shadows of these horrors.

During this time, Huang Mao Rojie lived in constant dread, never at peace, terrified to sleep each night, fearing Freddy might appear in his dreams and have a chat with him.

Just as he was nearly crushed by fear, he unexpectedly arrived in this gray mist hall.

Upon first arriving, Huang Mao Rojie thought this was Freddy’s trick.

But after some conversation, he was astonished to discover—

This was a cheat system.

A genuine cheat system.

After witnessing this series of heart-stopping events, Hokage Rojie felt deep pity and gently patted Huang Mao Rojie’s shoulder.

“Poor kid, but Itachi’re safe now.”

“Next time Itachi meet a killer, we’ll kill one whenever we see one.”

Pirate Rojie couldn’t help dousing their spirits: “Don’t get too excited yet—he doesn’t even know how much power he can actually wield.”

“And don’t forget, those ghosts can all come back to life.”

Hokage Rojie nodded in agreement: “True, eliminating them completely won’t be easy—but at least things have improved now.”

The young martial artist smirked from the side: “This is punishment for your decadent first half of life!”

“Good news—turns out there are still more good ghosts out there.”

(End of Chapter)