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The Death Of Analog Horror

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DISCLAIMER: This story is not owned by me. All rights belong to the original author and copyright holder. This copy is provided for offline reading purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended, and if the rightful owner requests removal, it will be taken down immediately. The washed-up magician Zong Jiu transmigrated into a horror, infinite flow novel about a survival show, taking the place of the cannon fodder who died tragically in the first evaluation round. This show was very interesting. Out of the tens of thousands of people, only a hundred people could survive, and the c-position (strongest contender) could even get a universal wish ticket. If it were someone else, they’d probably be scared to death. No one expected that Zong Jiu was not only unafraid, but also caused a sensational stir, shamelessly showing off his tricks the whole way. Once his tricks stopped, and his life could be considered safe and sound, he ended up in a rivalry with the novel’s big villain. Today you try to get at me, tomorrow I’ll get you back, back and forth, it’s pretty fun, heh. As a result, though it was just playing around, one time they got carried away and really did end up sleeping together. Watching the nemesis who was pressing him to the ground, Zong Jiu lazily lifted his gaze. “If you want to kill me then kill me, don’t speak nonsense.” Even when at a disadvantage, he showed no trace of fear, and actually continued to provoke him. That person used his ice-cold finger to trace his ear, and the action heading toward the aorta suddenly stopped. “What a pity. I’ve changed my mind.” — He was once very willing to personally give Zong Jiu death. Every day, he used to regret not gouging out his flesh, personally snapping his neck. But after this person fell into his hands, another, more urgent desire grew like weeds. Compared to winning or losing, he would rather see him crying and panting, with eyes red, begging for mercy.
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Hushhh......, The Book of Death

After all these darkest incidents which I have passed through, I learned that monsters are not born they are made, they look like us, they talk like us, they walk like us, and the only thing which is different from us is their mind, you don't know that what devil is thinking right now, what he is aiming for you right now, what he can do to you, I think I was really lucky or I was the most unlucky, through my experience through my inner I realize that once you have seen devil from your eyes you will never be the same, looking into his eyes is dangerous and talking to him is destructive for your life because you have to say the same thing which he wants to hear and if you try to assert him you will lose everything. He looks like a handsome and charming man in the world, but his quietness was remarkable, the most beautiful eyes have cried the most, the most laughing face has seen a lot of miseries, the most beautiful face has the ugliest truth, as the same the quietest lips want to scream as loud as the shelters of windows will get apart. I never knew that he has this much cruelty and callousness inside him. He was the most innocent and handsome-looking monster in the world. No one can recognize him by his face. The same situation happened to me, I never know that he is not the healer, he is the scraper, I was broken and I decided that I will live my whole remaining life alone, the hurt of betrayal, the hurt of being good to others and the hurt of deception from those people who are the nearest to my heart were giving me mental torture, on that time I wanted to write a stroy of pain, not just pain I want to imagine someone who is in great unbearable, and awakward situation that no one can deny, I want to make a stroy of screams, miseries, suffering, and sorrow which can calm down my inner storm which is buring from inside but not showing from outside, from writing that story I feel relief from my inner, I feel that someone is in more pain than me, I was giving extreme pain to my characters, but I never knew that story which I'm writing is coming true by someone who is ferocious, like no one ever thought, this is the nightmare which had come true in real life.
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