Chapter 1: Death tattoo, becoming the chosen one.

Chapter 1: Death tattoo, becoming the chosen one.

Creak...

The restaurant's door was pushed open, and a woman in a red dress with a charming face walked in.

"Cu... customer... welcome... welcome to the Fierce Ghost Restaurant. What... what would you like to order?"

A young man, about eighteen or nineteen years old, approached her nervously, his face filled with extreme terror.

"James?" The woman glanced at the name tag on the young man's chest and a strange smile appeared at the corner of her mouth:

"Are you afraid of me?"

"No... no..." Cold sweat poured down James' forehead as he shook his head and waved his hands.

Finally, his legs gave out, and he collapsed onto his knees.

"Hehe... young man, you look a lot like my ex-boyfriend, very similar..." A bright smile appeared on the woman's charming face. Her tender, fair hand gently grasped James' hand and placed it on her smooth, fair thigh.

Her eyes, like rippling water, were filled with memories and haziness as she murmured:

"Do you know? I loved him very much, and he loved me too. Every night, he would kneel before me like this, caressing my body again and again."

The woman's voice became soft and seductive. The touch from her palm made James' heart waver, slowly calming down, and his hand unconsciously wandered back and forth on that smooth, beautiful leg.

Suddenly, his fingers seemed to touch a crevice-like gap, and he couldn't help but want to look down.

However, the woman's voice interrupted his action:

"Young man, do you like it?"

"I like it!"

Without hesitation, James nodded continuously, his eyes filled with confusion and intoxication.

He seemed to forget where he was. Not far away, at a table, a man covered in bandages watched the scene and laughed silently with his mouth wide open. The source of this content can be connected to n0v3lb!n★

A strange, enchanting smile also appeared on the woman's face as she lowered her head, her red lips slightly parted, and whispered into James' ear:

"Young man, since you like it so much, do you want to know how I came here?"

How... did she get here? Fierce Ghost Restaurant?

That's right! This is the Fierce Ghost Restaurant, where only vengeful spirits can be customers!

James shuddered, suddenly pulling his hand back, feeling it sticky and wet.

Below the stage, the students who had just been somewhat frightened listened intently but mostly didn't take it seriously.

No one believed that they would be so unlucky as to be chosen.

With a total of over 16 billion people on Earth, only about 20 million have been selected so far, with an average of a few million per year.

Every year, more than two million people die from car accidents and suicides combined!

Of course, more importantly, once selected by the thrilling game, the legendary death tattoo would appear on their bodies.

Those who didn't have the tattoo yet had no need to worry.

Except...

In a corner of the classroom, Alexander frowned and slipped his fingers into his sleeve.

Hidden beneath the sleeve, a mysterious scythe tattoo suddenly appeared on his arm.

At the same time, a piece of information emerged in Alexander's mind.

"Congratulations, you have been chosen by the thrilling world and have gained the right to enter it!"

"Your attributes will be materialized and can be viewed at any time through the ghost tattoo!"

"Every month, you will be forcibly drafted to enter a sub-world in the thrilling world. If you pass through it, you will receive rewards from the thrilling world."

"Besides the compulsory draft, you can choose to join countdown-started sub-worlds through the ghost tattoo. There are level restrictions for participation in sub-worlds, and you cannot normally enter a sub-world more than one level above your own."

"Sub-world levels and strength divisions are as follows: wronged souls, evil spirits, fierce ghosts, ghost kings..."

"Compulsory draft countdown: 23:59:59"

He had only one day!

Alexander was utterly shocked in his heart!

It had been more than five years since he came to this ghostly world from Earth.

Four years ago, his parents in this world died in a plane crash while returning to their home country.

Relying on the savings left by the parents he had never met and a large compensation from the airline, Alexander had been living relatively comfortably.

But the thrilling world had always loomed over him like a mountain.

According to the novels he had read on Earth, being a transmigrator, having deceased parents, and dealing with this thrilling space, there was no doubt that this would eventually fall on him.

Sure enough, on his 18th birthday today, before midnight had passed, the ill-fated tattoo had come knocking.

Feeling the tattoo on his arm, Alexander lamented internally.

"In my past life, I was just an ordinary sales trainer! With no system, no golden finger, do you expect me to sell things to fierce ghosts?"