[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game":3,"chapter-the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-54":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Immortal Who Speedruns the Supernatural Game",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2296723,4492,"Chapter 54: The True Meaning of Social Anxiety Is to Make Society Fear","the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-54",54,"\u003Cp>Mingyang City, High-Speed Railway North Station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attendant stood at the entrance of the carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the small group of people on the platform smoking, she sighed and reminded them:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All passengers, please note: Train D2233 is only temporarily stopping at this platform for a short time. Those who have stepped off to smoke must return quickly to avoid missing the train.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This happened often.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was used to it by now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time the train paused at the platform, a few passengers couldn’t resist stepping off to light a cigarette, as if leaving it for hours would kill them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True to form, upon hearing the announcement, the group took two deep puffs, crushed out their cigarettes, and hurried back inside to avoid missing the train.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing them return, the attendant stepped into the carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t notice an old man, fifty or sixty years old, completely ignoring her words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept puffing smoke, his face twisted with bitterness and disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph! You’re telling me what to do? I paid for my ticket—without me, are you going to leave anyway?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man, who had spent most of his life clinging to petty advantages and self-interest, radiated bizarre confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beep-beep-beep—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he finished speaking than the door-closing alert sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the carriage doors sealed shut, the old man panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frantically stamped out his cigarette on the ground and tried to pry the doors open with his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He screamed shrilly: “I haven’t gotten on yet!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just inside the carriage, near the door, stood a thin, bookish boy wearing black-rimmed glasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped closer and warned: “Old man, be careful—you’ll get your hand caught. It’s dangerous!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did the door close?! Open it for me right now!” the old man pounded on the door, roaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy seemed genuinely concerned for the old man’s plight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief pause, he said quickly: “Don’t worry, I’ll go find the attendant. What’s your seat number?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“10F by the window! Hurry up!” the old man couldn’t wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the boy sprint deeper into the carriage,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he felt slightly reassured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered to himself: “Good people are still out there…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbeknownst to him, the boy inside had not gone to find the attendant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly located seat 10F.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, it was by the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was empty—only scattered fruit peels and nut shells remained, likely from the old man’s snacking before stepping off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy swept the debris into a trash bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with perfect ease, he sat down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if the seat had always been his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smile curled his lips: “Good people really do exist—knew I was in a rush and couldn’t get a seat, so he got off just to leave it for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high-speed train surged forward with a steady hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang waved through the window at the old man on the platform, his face turning purple with rage: “Thanks a lot! Hope you rest in eternal peace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had asked his second sister about the whereabouts from back then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The odd part was, whether because of the replica or because Gentleman Penguin had cleaned up the aftermath,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his sister’s memory of that quest for her origins had become a solo mountain hike and picnic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But bad luck struck—she got caught in a downpour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she just spent the night in a county town outside the mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She treated it as a little vacation to relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang immediately booked the next available high-speed train.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heading to the county town where his sister had gone on her “vacation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If all went as expected, he’d find clues about Yin Yuan Village there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do other Spirit Disaster players know that replicas can alter timelines? What’s the Spirit Affairs Bureau’s stance?” Wu Wang wondered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was certain the replica he experienced was from five years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason was simple—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His second sister could truly see ghosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the replica, Wu Xiaoyou had said she’d seen ghosts since childhood, and that a fortune-teller who could capture ghosts had tricked her into searching for her origins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since emerging from the replica, Wu Wang had wondered how to verify this in reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asking directly was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t explain how he’d come to know such a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, among the replica’s reward items,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>there was one item that might be haunted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He decided to test it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Skill Evolution Guidance Item】!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black pen’s description emphasized that you must bid farewell to the spirit after use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This matched Wu Wang’s understanding of the spirit-writing game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Legend said that if you didn’t say goodbye, the spirit would haunt the summoner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, the person would die a strange death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Wu Wang deliberately did not bid farewell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hoped the spirit would curse him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Younger brother, you must be careful these days, understand? Watch out when drinking water—don’t choke. Keep dangerous items safely stored and don’t touch them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before leaving, his second sister had repeatedly warned him about safety, out of nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang also noticed\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that her gaze never rested on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, she kept staring at his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if something were there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spirit-writing ghost had indeed come to curse him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his sister had seen it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spirit Affairs Bureau, the replica’s impact on reality, the truth of history…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang, finally seated, scrolled through his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The search bar displayed a list of keywords he’d typed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to others, the boy was just scrolling through short videos to pass the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Spirit Disaster Game App】!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Li Dao had explained this to Wu Wang during his beginner tutorial—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After becoming a Spirit Disaster player, this app would automatically appear on any electronic device they held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the app had extreme privacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its icon and content were visible only to the person who opened it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if another Spirit Disaster player stood beside you, they couldn’t see what you were viewing unless you’d granted public access in the app’s backend settings—let alone ordinary people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This app was essentially the Spirit Disaster players’ private forum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From replica guides to local hookups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every type of guide and mission board was available.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even found a few threads about Ai Si Aimu—no surprise, the Spirit Disaster player circle was indeed complicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d learned most things through the app.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But one thing remained unfindable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anything regarding the 【Spirit Disaster Game】’s very purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No post, anywhere, mentioned it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This included, naturally, any mention of replicas altering timelines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wu Wang wasn’t stupid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed such an obvious phenomenon couldn’t possibly go unnoticed by the Spirit Affairs Bureau—a semi-official organization within the country.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he wondered how much they actually knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might need to start with Bai Li Dao…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he was deep in thought, Wu Wang suddenly felt a sharp pain in his buttocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached back and touched it—his fingers came away crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out again and pulled out a strange black pen from beneath the seat cushion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person beside him stared at him with an odd expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially at his reddened palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang smiled politely and explained, “Sorry, my aunt’s husband showed up. In modern society, could you please accommodate a social anxiety sufferer like me and stop staring over here? You’re a creep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Otherwise, I’ll post you on Xiaohongshu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Family~ Who gets this~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the guy start acting insane, the people around quickly looked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You call this social anxiety?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being so terrifying to society counts as social anxiety, right!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, until arrival: still seven hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang remained completely unaware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The target location of this journey had begun to show problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Strange Affairs Bureau was sealing off access to and from the mountain range where Yin Yuan Village lay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they had discovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The malevolent energy fluctuation was far too powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they were waiting for reinforcements to arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reinforcements from Mingyang City…\u003C\u002Fp>",1319,"2026-06-20T05:36:16.007Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a2e5e117e9e152c8981ea012ae65f74cc07d3270a12db3957b64ca2d2bf912cb","the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-55","the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-53",331,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-cover.jpg"]