Ming Yu lived long enough to see his grandchildren. Despite being a cultivator, the higher ups set a time limit afterall so living till a thousand was his wishful thinking.

Yutian promised to find him first for this time, he has his memories to back him up.

". . . you'll remember me?" Ming Yu wasn't convinced since the Higher Ups might have their ways to track the anomaly. 

"I will. I promise you." He gave Ming Yu a kiss goodbye since their entwined hand was getting colder.

As always, Ming Yu went away first.

-

All that existed was darkness.

There were no light, no windows, nothing illuminated the room and his body felt too heavy that he couldn't move.

The floor was wet and sticky which made him frown. He tried squirming but his senses were numb yet sure that he was lying on the cold damp floor.

[Admin: Where are we?]

"..."

[Admin: It's pitch black I can't see. Author do you know where we are?]

"..."(눈_눈)

If you can't see anything. . . how can I. . .

Ming Yu tried to move his body again and felt that something was pulling his foot despite the numbness that he felt. He tried to at least move his head down to look but there was no light so it was useless.

[Admin: What the hell. I'm sure you're inside Chris Han's body by now.]

"Who. . .?" Chris Han?

[Admin: Wait. . . which part of the book is this?]

?

[Admin: "..."]

?

[Admin: Story time. Listen well. You're not gonna die.]

"..." Why say something so ominous.

[Admin: I myself don't think you remember something you've written as a teenager so we made sure to keep you alive so don't worry.]

[Admin: Author, do you remember writing anything thrilling during your senior years in middle-school?]

No. I don't think i did. . .

[Admin: Haha. very funny. It's the only book you wrote during in between those years. You couldn't have forgotten.]

"..." He had a bad feeling about this world.

[Admin: Does the word 'ship' ring a bell?]

"Ship. . . ah. . ." Ah. he was right.

[Admin: The growing Hong industries succeeded in making a deal between his company with country R who mostly denied all transactions between other countries. They held a celebration in his newly built cruise and invited only a few people who had close connections with him.]

[Admin: Those invited were honored and their stay in the cruise was the best they ever had. The service they received were those only enjoyed by the richest and Chairman Hong had such a big heart, sending them gifts daily to their room. Well that's how it started till. . .]

[Admin: Author although I can't see you, I get these vibes that you're mad at me.]

This isn't a novel that I planned on printing. . . this was private. . .

[Admin: I wasn't in favor with this too but they were stubborn about this. But why is this one private?]

When I'm angry, I write. . . It was difficult for me when I was young and I wrote all the bad things inside this book.

[Admin: Y-you. . . you can't be serious. . .] The system was shocked and shivered at this.

I was under depression. . .

[Admin: You're scary! What the hell! F*ck! Now you're creeping me out!]

I was young and impulsive. . .

The floorboards creaked and light seeped inside the room which momentarily blinded Ming Yu.

The built was that of a man and he was wearing a mask and a hoodie, hiding his face. He slightly left the door open to somehow light up the room without revealing himself entirely and stared at Ming Yu behind his sunglasses.

The stranger rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a syringe filled with something that was sure to drug him. Ming Yu could only stare as the content was pushed through his veins taking his body over. His eyes misted and he couldn't see. The world seems to turn and his head felt like it was being pulled away, leaving him unable to think. 

He took his hand on his face to rub his eyes and then noticed how his hand was dyed in red.

The man flipped his body to face the ceiling and leaned down, holding Ming Yu's underarms to drag him away. Ming Yu's eyes were to heavy but before he knocked out entirely, he shuddered when he saw the lifeless hand that held his pants.

It was a woman's body,  and the red dye all came from that woman.

[Admin: I'm scared. I'm bad at thriller and horror movies so this really scares me the f*ck out!]

The man pulled him inside the lift and sat, facing Ming Yu eerily staring at him who was loosing his grip.

He didn't know why, but he was sure that he was smiling beneath his mask.

It really was this story.

The serial murders within the ship, TITANIC.