The Fearless Chapter 1

Prologue:

（I was selected by a horror game and became a rookie player.

Right from the start, I encountered a Hell-level difficulty death dungeon with a 0% survival rate.

Other players broke down crying, drowning in despair.

But I was thrilled, my smile growing wider by the second.

Because I'm a woman born without the ability to feel fear—a complete psychopath.

When an S-rank ghost child crawled into my belly to play hide-and-seek, I performed a self-cesarean section!

When an SS-rank ghost granny invited me to sleep in her coffin, I ripped the coffin lid off with my bare hands!

When the SSS-rank boss, the Nine-Eyed Reaper, showed me his nine terrifying eyes, I didn't care—I was already lying on his eight-pack abs!

The Nine-Eyed Reaper grabbed me with one hand and lifted me up: "Woman, look at me!"

I slapped him across the face: "You know what? This dude is mansplaining me to death..."）

"Welcome to Terror Paradise. Dungeon matching successful. You have entered Hell's Apartment."

"Dungeon Type: Death Mode."

"Current Players: 36."

"Main Quest: Players must pair up and enter different floors, role-playing as apartment residents to survive for three days."

"Note 1: Current time is 11:00 PM. Players must check into the apartment before midnight, or all original residents will consider you enemies."

"Note 2: Players start with 100 Sanity Points. Lower sanity makes you more vulnerable to attacks and influence from residents. If sanity reaches zero, instant death."

"Enjoy your stay~"

I'm a mortician who specializes in reconstructing corpses. After spending most of my day piecing together body parts in overtime, I accidentally fell asleep and got pulled into a horror game called Terror Paradise.

I found myself standing in front of a dark apartment building, surrounded by people—men and women, their faces showing a mixture of shock and terror.

[Holy shit, a death-mode dungeon, and it's Hell difficulty! Talk about bad luck!]

[Hell's Apartment is notorious for being the most twisted dungeon. It has eighteen floors, each one housing horrifying demons. It's literally hell!]

[This dungeon has only been opened three times before. Nobody has ever survived. This is a total wipeout scenario!]

Outside the dungeon, other players selected by the system could watch the livestream in real-time. Nobody gave us any chance of survival.

"I want to go home! Let me out, please!"

A chubby girl standing next to me completely lost it. Her sanity dropped to zero instantly.

The next second, a pair of blue-black ghostly hands crawled out from inside her neck.

CRACK!

The girl's head spun 180 degrees to her chest, her face now pointing backward, neck twisted and broken.

"Current Surviving Players: 35."