Chapter 1: The Wrong Guy, The Wrong World

The year I most wanted to blow up my life, I volunteered to jump into a BL web novel, kidnapped the hot, comatose male lead, and did things that would get me canceled on any college campus.

Not gonna lie, I hustled for every penny and hit the campus gym so hard I could've auditioned for a Marvel role—abs for days, eight-pack and all. I used to catch my reflection in the window of the campus rec center, sweat still cooling on my skin, towel around my neck, and couldn't help but feel a little smug. Not bad for a kid from suburban New Jersey.

The system also promised me that if I racked up enough intimacy points, I could go back to my original world.

But the day before the male lead was supposed to wake up, I realized I'd gotten the wrong guy.

He was actually Chase Milton—the terrifying, unhinged boss from the horror game.

Not only that, he was the kind of guy who’d probably set fire to a rainbow flag just for looking at him wrong.

He despised men even looking at him, let alone making a move. Anyone who tried would get torn to pieces.

So not only did I pick the wrong person, I also landed in the wrong world—a horror game.

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Tonight, just as I was about to take off the male lead's jeans, the long-absent system finally came online and broke the bad news.

My gaze fell on the man lying on the bed, his face so beautiful it was almost angelic.

This was actually Chase Milton, the infamous boss from the horror game battlefield.

Every strategy player who tried to clear the game ended up dead.

And he was the kind of guy who’d probably set fire to a rainbow flag just for looking at him wrong.

The system explained that he was in a healing coma, which was why he was unconscious.

But tomorrow, he'd wake up.

Game over.

A cold sweat broke out on my back. My mind spun—how many ways could I die in a horror game? Was there a respawn button for this?

I buried my face in my hands. "System, does this mean my life ends here?"

Under the glare of the cheap ceiling light, my skin prickled. I couldn't even bring myself to look at him—at Chase—lying there, completely unaware of the chaos I was drowning in. "Seriously? I spent a whole year in this world, and this is how it goes down?"

System: "Host, although you were the one who stumbled into the wrong book, I take some responsibility for not supervising you properly. So, I've applied for special treatment. As long as you survive here for one year, you can return to your real life."

Great.

At this point, what choice do I have?

All I can do is survive however I can.

The system continued: "Damn, Host. You’ve got more guts than sense. You actually hooked up with the horror boss."

I gave a dry laugh. "Thanks for your... compliment."

I half expected the system to throw in a slow clap, the kind that happens in high school movies when someone does something truly unhinged. My heart was hammering. I stood by the window, looking out over the parking lot, the orange glow of a distant streetlight reflecting off a row of old Buicks and Fords.

"By the way, are you a top or a bottom?"

Despite the mechanical tone, I could hear the system's nosy curiosity.

I...