Die, Replay, Repeat

Don't let them know you can see them!

Don't let them know!!!

Fang Xiu blinked, rubbing away the sleepiness from his eyes.
It was the bright red words splashed across the stark white ceiling that jolted him awake.

His eyes, dull and hazy, stared up at the words.
But in an instant, his eyes narrowed, and he sat up in his bed, as if he was a bird ready to take his flight.

“What the…!”

Fang Xiu's head shot up, his face was full of shock as he gazed at the ceiling covered with messy red writing.
The red letters on his ceiling were packed tightly, twisted and distorted like a pile of wriggling worms.
Everything about it seemed eerie.

His mind completely blank.
He wondered how he could suddenly wake up in his cosy bed to a ceiling scribbled with red words.
Each letter looked as if someone had written it down using a bloody finger.

“What on earth is happening? Who wrote on my ceiling?”

” ‘Don't let them know you can see them’?”

The words tumbled out of Fang Xiu's mouth, echoing the deep red message covering the ceiling.

But then, in a blink, the red letters vanished, leaving behind only the familiar plain white ceiling.
It was as if that creepy writing had never been there.

Fang Xiu rubbed his eyes hard, squinted, and looked again.
However, there were no red letters, just a clean, white ceiling.

‘What's going on?! Is it because I'm still too sleepy? Or is it because too much of jerking off has seriously ruined my brain? Had I imagined it? Or was it all just a dream?’ Fang Xiu couldn't help but hopelessly question himself.

‘But those words…
they were so clear….almost as if they were real….’

The strange incident made Fang Xiu feel agitated.
His heart pounded hard in his chest.

It was unknown whether he was imagining things or not; but all Fang Xiu wanted was to get out of his room and breathe some fresh air.

But as he moved to get up, he glanced around the room and froze, almost as if he'd been struck by lightning.

“This isn't my room!”

“What in the world? Am I still dreaming?”

Fang Xiu looked around, baffled.
The desk, computer, closet, bed—everything was strange.
Just by a glance, Fang Xiu was sure that the room was definitely not his bedroom.

‘Where am I?’ He questioned himself.

Fang Xiu hadn't gone out for drinks yesterday, and he was sure he didn't walk into the wrong house.
After a long day of work, he remembered coming home, eating some ramen, watching TV, and then falling asleep.

But now, his half-eaten ramen was gone, and the crumpled tissues he'd left on the floor were nowhere to be seen.

Everything was too neat, too foreign.

“What is happening?” Fang Xiu mumbled, absolutely stunned by the situation.
Suddenly, a wave of unfamiliar memories hit him, causing his head to spin.

After a brief moment, Fang Xiu snapped back to reality, looking blankly at his own hand.

‘Did I…
transmigrate?’

‘Did I land in a different world that looks just like my old one?’

Fang Xiu's mind was racing.
The unfamiliar memories were from the person who originally had his current body.
They were overwhelming and jumbled; he couldn't process them all at once.
After all, they spanned over twenty years.
So he started by focusing on the important ones.

The original owner of this body was also named Fang Xiu.
Just like the transmigrated Fang Xiu, he was an orphan too.
They were the same age and looked almost exactly alike— plain and unassuming.

The only difference was their lives and the worlds they lived in.

The transmigrated Fang Xiu had been helped by kind people.
With hard work and their support, he got into a top-notch university where he was still studying.

But this world's Fang Xiu wasn't as lucky.
He had to quit high school because he didn't have enough money, and was working as a real estate salesman.

The background of this world was like his old one, but a lot of historical events and people were different.

“But even if I did transmigrate, what was that scary red writing about? There's nothing like that in the memories of this body.”

The strange red writing gave Fang Xiu a bad feeling.
He searched through the new memories again, but couldn't find any useful information.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a soft woman's voice came from outside his bedroom.

“Honey, breakfast is ready.”

Fang Xiu was startled by the unex