"Son, come out and have breakfast!"
A splitting headache! Where am I? Who's calling me?
Mu Chenyi clutched his throbbing head, his body trembling uncontrollably.
A hazy figure flickered before his eyes, reaching out a hand toward him. He desperately tried to grasp it, but the figure seemed to drift farther and farther away, slipping beyond his reach.
"Son, hurry up and eat breakfast!"
A gentle female voice echoed again, this time growing closer.
This voice… it sounded like his mother?
But something felt… off.
The ethereal silhouette in his mind slowly faded, and Mu Chenyi groggily opened his eyes. Blinking away his drowsiness, he glanced around his familiar bedroom and instinctively responded, "Mom, just leave breakfast on the table. I'll be up in a minute."
Creak—
Suddenly, the door swung open.
His mother stood there, her face fixed in an eerie, stiff smile—a grin so unnatural, it seemed almost… artificial.
"Son, why haven't you gotten up for breakfast yet?"
Mu Chenyi found her behavior odd, but he still smiled politely. "Mom, don't worry. I'll get up and eat soon."
But the moment he smiled—
His mother's expression twisted into something horrifying.
"Son… so you're a sheep after all."
Her voice had turned unnervingly mechanical.
"A sheep? What do you mean?" Mu Chenyi blurted out in confusion.
Before he could react, he noticed something bizarre—his mother's skin was changing color.
Her once-normal complexion was now morphing into a vibrant, unnatural green, as if she had been drenched in a vat of pure spinach dye.
A chill crept up Mu Chenyi's spine. His breath hitched as he stammered, "Mom… what's happening to you? Your face… why is it turning green?"
"Hhhhhh…"
A guttural, inhuman noise escaped her lips.
Then—Mu Chenyi witnessed a scene straight out of a nightmare.
Foamy saliva began bubbling from her mouth. Her skin darkened to a deep, sickly hue. Her eyes bulged—as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.
And then—
Pop!
Her eyeballs literally sprang out.
Like spring-loaded marbles, they shot forward, still dangling by thin, fleshy tendrils, preventing them from falling to the ground.
At that moment—Mu Chenyi's brain went completely blank.
Then—
Creak!
His "mother" lunged forward, pouncing onto his bed.
Two massive, ghastly hands, the color of decayed flesh, clamped around his throat!
Before he could even react, she was strangling him, her grip tightening like a steel vice, the pressure relentless—as if she was determined to snap his neck in two!
Mu Chenyi struggled, his mouth gaping open, desperate for air. He clawed at her hands, writhing against the unbearable force crushing his windpipe.
But no matter how much he fought, it was useless.
He was going to die.
As the darkness of death closed in, he caught a glimpse of something even more terrifying—
A layer of long, iron-hued fur was sprouting across his mother's face.
Crack!
His neck snapped.
Mu Chenyi—dead.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Inside the same bedroom—
Mu Chenyi abruptly sat up in bed, his hands instinctively reaching for his neck—the very neck that had just been twisted and snapped moments ago.
But when his fingers brushed against his skin, he found it intact and smooth.
His breath came in ragged gasps, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
The sheer realism of what had just happened sent shivers down his spine. It hadn't felt like a dream at all—no, it was as if his mother had truly transformed into some grotesque, green-haired monster and had strangled him to death with her own two hands.
He lifted his head, scanning the familiar surroundings of his room.
Yes—this was his bedroom.
This was his home.
…Wait!
How did he get here?
He was supposed to be away at university—hundreds of kilometers from home!
A sudden jolt of panic surged through him as he frantically tried to recall what had happened before he woke up.
He remembered...
That afternoon, he had confessed his feelings to a girl he liked—only to be flat-out rejected.
Devastated, he had gone drinking with his roommates at a local BBQ joint to drown his sorrows.
And after that?
His memory went blank.
The last thing he could clearly recall was drinking near campus—yet somehow, he had woken up back home, in his own bed, as if the entire night had been wiped from existence.
None of this made sense.
And then—there was the nightmare.
His "mother" strangling him…Her grotesque transformation…The horrifying green hue of her skin…The way her eyes had popped out…
The entire experience was too vivid—too real to be a simple nightmare.
Ding!
Suddenly—
A clear, mechanical chime echoed inside his head.
A split second later, a glowing red interface materialized before his eyes, floating in midair—lines of blood-red text appearing one after another.
"Welcome, Host, to the [Doomsday Descent] game!"
"The purpose of this game is to provide players with an experience unlike anything they've ever felt in reality!"
"Game Objective: Every week, all participating players will be randomly transported into an apocalyptic scenario, experiencing a different 'end-of-the-world' catastrophe.
"Each game takes place in a parallel world that is 100% identical to Blue Star (Earth). Any events occurring in these parallel worlds will not affect reality."
[Host Information]
Name: Mu ChenyiTotal Doomsday Games Completed: 0Special Abilities: None
Mu Chenyi's mind went blank.
What… the hell… was this?
Was this some kind of sick joke?
Or had he truly… been dragged into something terrifyingly real?
[System Notification]
"Revival Tokens: 0(Note: Each new player is granted one free Revival Token. Using this token allows the player to either immediately leave the doomsday scenario or rewind time to five minutes before their death. However, if there are other players nearby, the system will default to the first option—exiting the scenario and returning to reality.)"
"Lucky Draw Attempts: 1"
"Welcome to the [Doomsday Descent] game. Enjoy your experience!"
Mu Chenyi stared at the floating red interface, his brain scrambling to process the information.
So...
He had transmigrated.
Somehow, he had entered this so-called [Doomsday Descent] game.
But how?
Wasn't he just drinking with his roommates?
Did he get too drunk and start hallucinating?
No…
According to the game's description, there had to be other players in this world. And as a newbie, he should have been granted one free Revival Token—a lifeline allowing him to escape at any time.
Wait…
Where's the damn Revival Token?!
Mu Chenyi's eyes darted back to the status screen, and his gaze locked onto the entry that read:
"Revival Tokens: 0"
His heart sank.
That meant…
His death just now—his "mother" strangling him—wasn't a dream.
It actually happened.
He had already died once.
The system had automatically used his only Revival Token, defaulting to "Rewind Time by Five Minutes" instead of allowing him to exit the game.
Holy shit!
This game was a freaking trap!
Now, he had no way to escape and had to figure out how to survive this nightmare.
His pulse pounded in his ears as the full weight of his predicament hit him.
How the hell was he supposed to pass this scenario and make it out alive?
Just as Mu Chenyi was spiraling into panic, he heard it again—
"Son, come out and have breakfast!"
That same familiar yet eerily unfamiliar voice.
His "mother's" voice.
But this time…
It sounded different.
That gentle, soft-spoken tone—something was deeply unsettling about it.
A shiver crawled down Mu Chenyi's spine as realization dawned.
The first time he had heard this voice, something felt off, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Now, he knew why.
Because in reality, his mother had never spoken to him in such a sweet, tender voice.
This wasn't his mother.
No—this wasn't the mother he knew from reality.
"Son, hurry up and eat breakfast!"
The voice came again—this time, closer.
Mu Chenyi froze.
Footsteps.
Soft. Slow. Deliberate.
They stopped right outside his bedroom door.
Any second now… the door could open.
And then—
He would have to face her again.
Would he survive this time?
Or would he die again?