After Dying 100,000 Times, I Became a God in a Bizarre World

"Never let them know you can see!" "Never let them know you can see!!!" In a daze, Fang Xiu opened his drowsy eyes, and his gaze was instantly pierced by the dense, blood-red text covering the white ceiling. His eyes were vacant, pupils slightly unfocused, wearing the dazed look of someone who had just woken up. But in the next second, his pupils contracted violently, and his entire body shot up from the bed with a whoosh, like a frightened bird. He sat straight up. "This... This is..." Fang Xiu stared, lifting his head in utter shock and horror at the blood-red text filling the ceiling. The characters, crimson as blood, crawled densely across the surface, twisted and warped like living, wriggling tadpoles, filling the air with a sense of the grotesque. His mind was a complete blank. He couldn't understand why he had gone to sleep in his own home, only to wake up and find his bedroom ceiling completely covered in writing, as if someone had bitten their finger and written it all, little by little. "What's going on? Who wrote on my ceiling?" "'Never... let... them know, you can see?'" Fang Xiu subconsciously read aloud the dense, blood-red text on the ceiling. However, in the very next second, all the bloody text covering the ceiling vanished into thin air. It disappeared abruptly, as if it had never been there at all. In disbelief, Fang Xiu rubbed his eyes hard and looked up again. As a result, no matter how he tried, he couldn't see any blood-red text at all—only a pristine white ceiling. "How is this possible?! Am I still dazed from sleep? Did I overdo it? Am I hallucinating? Or am I dreaming?" Fang Xiu began to doubt his own eyes. "But the writing just now was so clear, so real." Such a bizarre event made Fang Xiu feel inexplicably unsettled, and his heart pounded rapidly. Whether it was an illusion or real, Fang Xiu just wanted to leave the bedroom quickly and get some fresh air. But just as he was about to get off the bed, his eyes subconsciously scanned his surroundings. His entire body suddenly froze, as if he had been struck by lightning. "This isn't my bedroom!" "What in the world is going on? Am I still dreaming?" Fang Xiu looked in disbelief at the unfamiliar room: the desk, the computer, the wardrobe, the bed. No matter what he looked at, it all felt completely unfamiliar. He was certain this was absolutely not his own bedroom. "Where is this!?" Fang Xiu didn't drink last night, nor did he go to the wrong house. After finishing overtime yesterday, he clearly remembered returning home, eating a bowl of instant noodles, and then getting into bed to watch a "little movie" before falling asleep exhausted. But now, the instant noodle cup from the bedside table was gone. The two wads of used tissues he had tossed on the floor yesterday were also gone. Everything was excessively neat, and excessively unfamiliar. "What in the world is going on?" Fang Xiu murmured in disbelief. But in the next second, a chaotic and unfamiliar flood of memories surged into his mind, causing him to fall into a slight daze. A moment later, Fang Xiu recovered, staring blankly at his own palms. "I've... transmigrated? "Fang Xiu transmigrated to a parallel world that was almost identical." After a period of confusion, the unfamiliar memories began to clear. This was the memory of the body's original owner, but it was too vast and chaotic, and he couldn't fully digest it all at once. However, he could confirm one crucial detail first. The original owner's body was also named Fang Xiu, but his life experience was completely different. He was an orphan. His age was similar, but his circumstances were as different as night and day. Unlike his previous life's trajectory of being the son of a rich family and studying abroad, Fang Xiu in this life was self-reliant and hardworking. He had been admitted to a key university and was currently a student. As for the original owner, he hadn't lived very well. He dropped out of high school simply because he had no money, went to work to alleviate the burden, and was currently a salesperson at a sales office. His world background was similar to his previous life, with many historical progressions, people, and objects being alike. "But if I just transmigrated, what's with that bloody text just now? In the original owner's memory, nothing so bizarre has ever happened." The bizarre, blood-red text made Fang Xiu feel an indescribable sense of foreboding. He searched through the sea of memories, but found no related information. Just then, suddenly! A gentle and familiar call sounded from outside the bedroom. "Honey, breakfast is ready." Fang Xiu was startled by the sudden voice. Honey? He was stunned. Am I already married in this parallel world? Do I even have a wife? But it wasn't uncommon for his girlfriend's best friend to call him "Honey" in a familiar way. He hurriedly recalled the memory, but in the next second, his thoughts were directly interrupted, as the image of a woman wearing only a white slip dress sleepily stumbled into his line of sight. The moment he saw her, Fang Xiu's eyes went slightly slack, his mind faintly going blank. He looked at the woman's stunningly beautiful face. Fang Xiu, who had always believed his standards for beauty were very high, was still thoroughly amazed when he saw this "Honey." The woman's figure was truly too alluring. She wore a white, silk-like slip dress, soft and close-fitting, perfectly outlining her captivating curves. The dress had thin straps, barely covering her round, full chest. Her pair of long, pale legs were exposed in the air, exuding a cold white luster, like the most flawless suet jade. She wasn't the common, pale white, but a creamy white, with a skin tone that looked slightly rosy. Her cold, pale shoulders were also exposed, with two thin white straps hanging off them. Her exquisite collarbones and graceful neck were all displayed without reservation. Possessing such a perfect face, her figure was also top-notch at a solid 96 points. It was enough to see that she was a top-tier beauty. Her face wasn't just a 96; if it were scored, he would give it 99 points, with the remaining 1 point withheld just to be objective. But this was a woman who exuded a gentle and virtuous aura all over her body. Her clear-as-autumn-water eyes were gazing at Fang Xiu with a loving tenderness. Her face even held a gentle smile, a smile so healing it could instantly soothe all the pain and trauma in one's heart. Fang Xiu suddenly felt a bit parched, his throat was dry. He, who had never worn such clothes, also felt a bit unused to this gentle wife. "Honey, you're awake. Breakfast is ready." The wife's face was full of a gentle, watery smile as she spoke in a soft voice. Fang Xiu was in a hurry to respond. When interacting with strangers, he could usually react within two seconds, appearing composed and intelligent. But he had no idea how to address this woman. He didn't know her name. Was she Lao Po (Wife)? Or Xi Fu (Wifey)? Or Bao Bei (Darling)? Or Tian Xin (Sweetheart)? Or Hao Er Zi (Good Son)? [Translator's Note: The last one is a joke, likely an intrusive thought.] There were too many memories from the original owner, and Fang Xiu couldn't digest them all at once. Those fragmented memories were like a massive database, requiring Fang Xiu to input specific commands to retrieve them. At this moment, he was trying to search his memory for information about his wife, but... a terrifying thing happened. His wife's name: Doesn't exist! Her relationship experience: Doesn't exist! Her special skills and hobbies: Doesn't exist! Her favorite "positions": Doesn't exist! None of it! There was no such person in his memory at all. This... How is this possible!? The original owner was clearly an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. Where did this wife come from? Fang Xiu's body suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. His heart pounded wildly. He looked at the gentle-faced wife in front of him, but his scalp felt numb, as if he were stuck staring at something terrifying, unable to speak. Two seconds had already passed. The wife was very patient. Her face still wore that gentle, watery smile. But it was that smile—her smile had not changed from beginning to end. It was as precise as a robot, and even the curvature of her lips hadn't shifted in the slightest. Paired with that cold, pale skin, it gave people a sense of deathly stillness. It was like a flawlessly exquisite, yet lifeless, porcelain doll. This was simply beyond belief. Because she was a living person, she was breathing. Yet, just like someone who hadn't blinked in a long time, she maintained this unchanging smile, without even her eyelashes trembling. For some reason, this smile, which had seemed so gentle before, no longer felt warm, but instead exuded an indescribable, bone-chilling creepiness. The initial shock was beginning to turn into fear. "You... Who are you?" Fang Xiu's voice was a bit hoarse as he forced the words out. As this question was asked, the wife's smile suddenly changed. Her eyes widened, and the smile on her face stretched impossibly wide, stretching all the way to her ears, revealing a chilling arc. "You can see me!?" A voice, filled with manic glee and suppressed excitement, burst from the wife's mouth.