As soon as I open my eyes, I'm in a distorted corridor, with a bizarre scent of rot and roses lingering around me. I've just transmigrated and am immediately caught in a deadly game with a 99% mortality rate. What's more outrageous is that the system I'm bound to forces me to charm non-human entities—like a weeping patchwork monster, a puppeteer who controls time, and an abyss lord who feeds on fear. While others in instances are frantically escaping and deciphering death's rules, I have to carry out absurd tasks like reciting love poems to vengeful spirits or dancing waltzes with skeletons. The system warns: failure in these tasks means instant obliteration, but success earns life-saving skills. When romance tactics collide with eerie horror, and sincerity and deception blur into one another, how should I make my choice?
