Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

light.

Bright to the point of being blinding.

Liang Zaibing squinted, her pupils contracting sharply as she barely adjusted to the brightness before her.

The surgical lights hung brightly overhead.

When he tried to move, he found that all his muscles were weak and he couldn't move even a finger.

Researchers in protective suits were busy moving back and forth, preparing equipment and medicines, and disinfecting.

Once everything is ready, they will come and remove their own eyeballs.

Eleven leaned over the operating table and whispered in his ear, "Do you need my help?"

Liang Zaibing slowly closed her eyes.

"Need not."

In horror games, losing an eyeball is just a loss; the damage won't be carried over out of the instance anyway.

Under sterile and standardized surgical procedures, the estimated life loss from losing the right eye would not exceed 10 points, and would not affect vision; the negative impact would be within an acceptable range.

But his thinking completely changed when he saw the researchers take a glass jar out of a specially made container.

Inside was a blood-red eyeball, the one he had seen in his dream.

They didn't want their own eyes; they wanted to transplant Chen An's eyes into him.

As for why the right eye was chosen, it's probably because a part of the body with supernatural abilities can better adapt to the limbs of a ghost.

[Side Quest Triggered: Demon Transformation]

[Once the surgery is complete, it will be incorporated into your personal characteristics, allowing you to take your demonized limbs and abilities out of the instance.]

It means, permanently.

Liang Zaibing's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Where is the boundary between humans and ghosts?

He suddenly thought of this problem.

When he was given a ghost's eye, he could still be considered a human being in general.

But if his hands, feet, torso, and eventually even his brain are replaced, is he still human? And from what moment does he cease to be human?

He stood on the deck of Theseus' ship, utterly bewildered, pondering whether to replace the first plank.

"Want me to help you?"

This is the second time I've asked this question.

After a brief moment of confusion, Liang Zaibing quickly made up her mind, "No need, not now. I'll need your help at a more crucial time."

"Okay." Eleven replied, and the illusory figure disappeared.

Compared to life, eyes are nothing.

It doesn't matter what form he takes as long as he can live.

But this doesn't mean he's prepared to accept all the subsequent transplant experiments; transplanting ghost limbs seems to rapidly enhance personal abilities and survival chances.

But is it possible that in a horror game, where you risk your life just to get a little benefit, hanging from a street lamp could make you stronger without pain after a simple surgery?

Although it's not clear yet, there's definitely a huge pitfall in it, and believing it would be a death sentence.

Before the next renovation, he wanted to send this research institute back to the volcanic hell.

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The researchers cleaned and disinfected the area around the surgical site, injected local anesthetic, and then laid a sterile drape over the entire face. They made a small incision only at the right eye, and used a clamp-like eyelid opener to pry open the eyelid, preventing it from closing.

Under the influence of anesthesia, he didn't even feel intense pain. He couldn't remember the rest of the procedure, only vaguely feeling his eyeballs being removed from their sockets, and the world becoming a blurry void.

When Liang Zaibing opened her eyes again, she saw a huge face so close it was almost frightening.

The vision in his right eye was completely blurred and was covered with gauze.

"Awake?" Before Lin Yisen could even greet him, he was ruthlessly shoved and stumbled.

Is it fun to scare people in broad daylight?

"Hey, you're so ungrateful! I came to check on you because I was worried about you after you started talking nonsense."

Liang Zaibing immediately asked, "What did I just say?"

If he's still under the influence of anesthesia and loses his senses, he might spill all the shameful things he's ever done in his life. How will he ever face anyone again?

Lin Yisen hesitated for a while before finally deciding to go on video.

"See? I recorded it."

With a heavy heart, Liang Zaibing opened the video.

In the video, he is lying peacefully on a stretcher, but he is muttering something to himself.

"...No, don't push me! I only went to sleep at 3 AM last night, let me sleep a little longer zzz"

"By the way, keep an eye on Li Meimei for me. She just deducted a point from my participation grade in the last class because of that menopausal old woman. I'm so angry."

His speech was so clear that, if he weren't certain he didn't have this memory, he would have thought he was speaking consciously.

It's alright, it was just sleeping in class, not shameful.

But at this point, the video was only a quarter of the way through.

"Damn it, didn't you say this was your most treasured possession, absolutely gorgeous? What the hell did you put here?"

"This guy is skinny and doesn't even wear clothes. It's indecent. Huang Fang, is this your taste? I despise you."

Liang Zaibing instantly felt her blood run cold.

The bad news is that he embarrassed himself in front of tens of thousands of viewers, and there's a high chance his performance will be included in the top ten most hilarious and classic moments.

Good news, he also lost Huang Fang's people.

Lin Yisen looked around, not daring to look at him, not because he was embarrassed for him, but because he was afraid that the man would take his anger out on him.

The person in the video suddenly started crying, sobbing uncontrollably, and wailing, "Liu Gen, take me away! How can I live without you? Waaaaah..."

Lin Yisen finally couldn't help but ask, "Who is Liu Gen? Is he your relative?"

After a long pause, Liang Zaibing finally managed to say, "The chef who made fried rice for late-night snacks in high school."

"........."

"Is it really so delicious?"

Liang Zaibing gave him a look that said, "If you ask again, I'll kill you."

With only one segment left in the video, the person who was asleep suddenly switched emotions and began cursing angrily, "Damn it, so what if you're a cop? Even if I'm being chased by Hongjun in every dungeon, I won't work for you!"

Finally, he grumbled, "With a brother protecting me, I'm not afraid of you guys."

Meanwhile, the actual leader, who was a head shorter than him, was squatting silently beside the stretcher.

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"Haha ...

"How about we reopen it?"

"Congratulations, host! You have been admitted to the 4022 Laughing Hall of Fame."

"Huang Fang has been inducted into the Hall of Fame as a distinguished guest!"

"I was just worried about your surgery, but as soon as I saw you start talking in your sleep, I couldn't stop laughing, hahaha. I'm sorry, believe me, Dad still loves you."

Everyone laughs at you, but you're the funniest.

"What movie is so bad? I suggest you send it to me so I can take a look."

"Make way, make way, our world's number one miner is here."

"Zhang Shiyi was a burly man, tall and strong, and I forgot the middle part, but he had such broad shoulders that a canary could snuggle up to him."

"Am I the only one who cares who this cop is? He's a completely new guy I've never seen before."

"I don't know, maybe it's my ex-boyfriend or ex-husband, otherwise I can't explain why I still hate him so much in my dream."

"It seems the grudge is quite deep. If I had to choose, I would rather kneel down and sing 'Conquer' to my ex-wife than be blacklisted by Hongjun."

"Brothers can bend and stretch."

"you are welcome."

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Liang Zaibing has begun to consider the possibility of eliminating Lin Yisen and all the viewers who watched the live broadcast.