Chapter 2: 2. Avici Hell

It was not over yet.

Behind the panel, Song Cheng raised his head and suddenly saw two lines of numbers floating in the darkness.

【Strength: 1~1】

【Affection: 100】

Tong Jia finished dressing, pulled on her cotton boots, and walked toward the door.

Song Cheng called out, "Mistress."

Tong Jia stopped, and those two lines of numbers also stopped.

"Still calling me Mistress?" a sharp voice came, "We've already done everything, can you still not admit it? Tell me, what part of my body haven't you touched? Tell me!"

Even though Song Cheng could see nothing, he could still visualize a young girl standing with her hands on her hips, pouting in anger.

He called her Mistress only to confirm that those two lines of data belonged to Tong Jia.

At this moment, he had his proof.

So he called out, "Jia Er."

"Call! Me! Wife!" the fierce voice responded.

"Wife."

"That's more like it."

Saying this, Tong Jia opened the door just a crack to avoid letting the last bit of warmth in the room escape, then she turned her body sideways and stepped out.

Only half her body had stepped out when she quickly pulled her foot back, slammed the door shut with a "Bang!", and ran to the bedside.

Song Cheng felt his face being held, and he also felt those two lines of data close at hand.

That pair of palms had little flesh and were not warm.

"Remember, since you've become my husband, you have to be responsible. If I don't die, you aren't allowed to die! Otherwise, otherwise even if I become a Ghost, I won't let you off!" a slightly savage and overbearing voice came.

Song Cheng nodded.

That pair of palms left again.

The wooden door opened, then closed.

In the darkness, the only two lines of data also disappeared, and from outside came the "chi-chi-chi" sound of a small low wooden stool being moved, followed immediately by the "duo-duo-duo" sound of an axe chopping.

The sound of the axe and the sound of the wind and snow mingled together, revealing a sense of desolate loneliness in a world of ice and snow where no paths were trodden, thereby further highlighting the silence inside the room and this peace, which was extremely rare in these chaotic times.

Song Cheng collected his thoughts and looked at this sudden change.

As a transmigrator, he was no stranger to this suddenly appearing information and panel.

Especially since this panel was a game cheat assistant he had written himself, he was even more familiar with it.

As for the game, he pondered briefly and shook his head.

'It can't be.'

'That game was a horror game that once scared players to death, but in the memories of my predecessor, this is just an ordinary chaotic world with at most some martial arts, and it should have nothing to do with that horror game.'

Song Cheng absolutely, absolutely, absolutely did not want to have transmigrated along with his panel into the worldview of that horror game.

'It can't be.'

He emphasized it to himself again.

Then he carefully examined the panel and the data from top to bottom.

According to the panel.

First, Chang Sheng Bu Lao is actually a "player" trait, but it is only Chang Sheng Bu Lao, not immortality.

Second, a person's strength has a "minimum value" and a "maximum value."

The minimum value is determined by a person's realm; if you want to raise your realm, you must practice cultivation arts. Cultivation arts improve your physical fitness and allow you to master greater power; this is your own most basic strength.

The maximum value is determined by skills, weapons, etc., with skills accounting for the majority. Skills determine how much power you can exert. The more powerful the skill, the more terrifying it is, but also the harder it is to find.

The "1~1" displayed for Tong Jia indicates that she is an ordinary person and has never practiced any skills, so if she has one part of strength, she can only exert one part, and cannot mobilize any physical potential.

The reason he could obtain spare points by being intimate with Tong Jia was also because, before transmigrating, he had seen the words "encourage reproduction" and thus designed "cheat points" for this "assistant." It meant binding to one wife, and as long as one maintained a harmonious marital relationship with this wife, one could obtain "cheat points" every day. However, the target could only be one; even if there were more, it would be ineffective.

Slowly... slowly... Song Cheng looked at that last line of data again.

【Taboo: Unlocked】

He couldn't believe it and read it carefully again.

In an instant, a hair-raising chill shot straight to his brain; the cold air felt like countless pale, dead hands stroking his skin, causing rows of goosebumps. 'No, how could this be here?'

'When I made the assistant, I clearly didn't add this option.'

'This shouldn't appear.'

Song Cheng stared at the gray "【Taboo: Unlocked】" text.

All other text was black; only this line was gray, which happened to correspond to the three words "Unlocked."

However, the mere two words "Taboo" pulled Song Cheng back to that terrifying, extreme game world.

That game was called "Jue Jin Jin Jin."

The general content of the game was a "Battle Royale."

To escape was to avoid Ghosts.

To kill was to kill competitors and seize supplies.

It was considered a "doomsday" single-player game.

Originally, the game had won the love of many players due to its excellent art style and complex, interesting settings; there were even countless players who demanded a web game version so that "Jue Jin Jin Jin" could be played online.

But later, some bizarre, eerie, and strange things happened.

Many players died while playing "Jue Jin Jin Jin." When the police came to investigate, they found no wounds on their bodies and no signs of homicide; it looked as if they had been scared to death, with terrifying expressions, twisted faces, and limbs stiff and bent at strange angles.

"Jue Jin Jin Jin" was banned because of this.

Yet before he transmigrated, Song Cheng had quietly kept a copy.

As a staunch materialist, Song Cheng would usually listen to "horror movie music" to refresh himself, and would place some Ghost figurines on his desk to prevent himself from dozing off while working.

One might ask, how could such a person believe that Ghosts existed in the world?

So, once the dust had settled, Song Cheng directly attempted to code a game cheat tool and began to explore *Avici Hell*.

Suddenly, he froze.

Because he discovered that he could no longer recall the *Avici Hell* he had played; everything that happened during that time was gone.

The next instant, his whole body began to tremble, his limbs turned icy cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Because he already understood: the world he had transmigrated into might be the worldview of *Avici Hell*, perhaps even larger and more terrifying. The reason it was "Not Yet Unlocked" was perhaps because he had transmigrated into an era before the terrifying worldview of *Avici Hell* had completely descended.

After a long while, Song Cheng suddenly clenched his fists tightly.

"Survive!"

"Survive!!"

He took a few deep breaths, looked at the panel, and silently said: "Add Points!"

On the panel, a "+" appeared after "Heart Eye".

Song Cheng attempted to add 1 point after "Heart Eye".

The progress of "Heart Eye" in the skill bar instantly changed from "Not Yet Initiated (0/1)" to "Not Yet Initiated (1/1)", and then immediately jumped again, becoming "Initiated (0/2)".

A strange sensation surged forth.

It was as if he were leaning on a cane, carefully perceiving the sounds of this world and touching the shapes of objects; through years of accumulation, he had made progress. This progress allowed him, even as a blind man, to vaguely sense the outlines of things near him.

He raised his head and scanned his surroundings; everything was still black.

But as he stroked the bed with his hand, the tactile sensation and the sounds acted like a paintbrush in his dark world, sketching out a "grayish-white" charcoal drawing.

As he stroked more areas, the sketch became increasingly complete, gradually forming a gray bed composed of pale lines within the darkness.

In the blind man's world, shapes had emerged.

This allowed Song Cheng to breathe a slight sigh of relief.

He looked toward the distance, wanting to use his hands to touch out more of the world.

Suddenly, he saw two lines of data.

That was Tong Jia's data.

Tong Jia was outside the door.

But through the door, he could still see her.

(End of this chapter)