After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 257: Forbidden Terror

The System hadn’t expected Yu Li to give in, but the moment she mentioned conditions, it suddenly had a bad feeling and immediately went on high alert.

【What conditions?】

Yu Li curled her lips into a smile and slowly held up her fingers.

“First, you have to return Bo Jingmo’s memories to him, and then tell me everything that’s happened to him.”

“Second, I can play by the game rules, but outside the dungeon, you’re not allowed to interfere with anything I do. I only need your player status.”

“Third, I want the points you promised me, and I expect them to be paid out as usual.”

“Fourth, if I choose to end this partnership, then everything stops.”

After hearing all of that, the Film Set System fell into silence.

…Wait a sec, girl, aren’t your terms even more overbearing than mine?!

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Yu Li’s eyes curved with a smile. “Is that so? Then you don’t have to agree.”

The Film Set System let out a cold snort.

【Yu Li, I think you’ve misunderstood. You’re not my only option. But I’m the only option you’ve got.】

Hearing that, Yu Li burst out laughing.

“You’re the one who’s got it wrong, System. You didn’t choose me—I’m the one choosing you.”

Seeing it couldn’t talk her down, the System started getting temperamental and spoke coldly.

【I told you, you’ll regret this. Since you believe in Bo Jingmo so much, then let me show you what kind of man he is in a dungeon without you.】

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【You’re a group of thrill-seeking youths who launched a “challenge fate” campaign on the forums under the slogan: ‘Say No to Superstition.’】

【Your goal is to lead your audience in debunking superstitions, firmly believing there are no such things as ghosts.】

【So every night at midnight, you follow online guides and perform various spirit-summoning rituals.】

【Four Corners Game, Pencil Spirit, burning ghost money at a crossroads, Elevator Game… You’ve tried every horror game detailed online.】

【At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and your bold stunts gained you a bunch of fans online. But over time, something started to feel… off.】

【The revenge of the vengeful spirits has finally arrived.】

【Welcome to the dungeon—‘Forbidden Terror.’】

【Players, your task is to reach 200,000 followers on your personal accounts… and survive.】

In a pitch-black apartment, the clock on the wall ticked steadily, the hour hand pointed precisely at eleven.

In the living room, six people slowly began to regain consciousness. They instinctively looked around to take in their surroundings.

Seeing a few familiar faces, some showed joy while others frowned subtly.

“Yu-ge!” One of the teens jumped up from the floor, eyes full of excitement. “I can’t believe I got assigned to you! That’s awesome! You’ve got to carry me to victory!”

The man called Yu-ge was bald, with a conspicuous scar running from the corner of his eye down to below his ear—a fierce, jarring sight against his rough, sallow skin. His brows were always furrowed, his entire demeanor screamed “not to be messed with.”

Seeing the teen so eagerly approach, the man clicked his tongue. “Back off.”

He rubbed his temples, still a little dizzy, stood up, and walked over to the couch, towering over the others from above.

Before he could speak, the woman on the couch had already jumped up. “Yu-ge, take the seat!”

“Mm.”

The bald man sat comfortably on the couch and glanced around the room. When his gaze landed on the person next to the sofa, his eyebrows raised.

“Well, if it isn’t Qi Mai. What’s this? Peace only sent you this time?”

Qi Mai straightened his posture on the couch, glanced at everyone present, and smirked, “Yeah. Can’t compete with your Deva. You guys showed up four strong.”

Yu Wenlin chuckled smugly, crossing one leg over the other. “How about this? Be my assistant now, and maybe I’ll consider letting you into Deva.”

Qi Mai’s tone turned colder. “No thanks. I’d rather hold my own fate than hand it over to someone selfish.”

“Heh.”

Yu Wenlin scoffed inwardly, thinking: I’ll make sure you’re the first one to die.

He then turned to another man. “And you, who are you?”

The man slowly got up from the floor. He had a clean-cut face, brows like sharp twin blades slanting into his temples, his profile stern and resolute—he exuded a righteous aura.

He straightened his slightly rumpled hoodie and replied, “Zhang Can.”

“Got a team?”

“Yeah. Team X.”

Team X? Yu Wenlin mulled it over. Sounded familiar. But wasn’t that team already on the verge of disbanding?

He lost interest and looked away.

The teen from earlier quickly scooted over and asked, “Yu-ge, what’s your task? Mine is to get 200,000 followers.”

Before Yu Wenlin could answer, the woman beside him chimed in, “Mine’s the same.”

Yu Wenlin lazily crossed his legs. “Same here. Guess we all got the same main quest.”

The teen frowned a little, troubled. “We all need 200,000? That’s too hard. Can’t we just create a joint account and hit 200K together? Or maybe combine our totals?”

It was just one goal, right? If each person had to hit 200K, that seemed way too much.

Yu Wenlin didn’t answer right away, clearly thinking through whether that idea could work.

But soon, Zhang Can shot the idea down.

“No use. Each of our phones is already logged into our own accounts. We can’t log out. That means we’re stuck using solo accounts.”

Yu Wenlin glanced at him sideways, unreadable expression, then pulled out his phone.

Seeing that, the others also hurriedly grabbed their phones.

Sure enough, as soon as they unlocked the screen, what popped up was each person’s individual profile. Only one post was listed.

Clicking into the video, they saw it was the same across the board.

The footage showed them sitting together, issuing a challenge to internet viewers, determined to debunk superstitions, and calling for scary game submissions from fans.

Beneath the video were several user icons and the words “co-created,” indicating that multiple vloggers had produced the video together.

That one video had earned each of them a decent number of followers.

Yu Wenlin watched the footage, and when his eyes landed on the group shown in the video, his brows furrowed slightly.

“Hold on… the number of people’s off…”

There was one more person in the video than there were in the room.

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