Let's give space a touch of Chinese horror!

Chapter 1 A Wedding Dress

Jiang Yi was awakened by the noise.

"We're almost at the garbage planet, let's dump that corpse down there soon..."

"Oh, right, you haven't forgotten that the employer for this job also wants to dump the body on a garbage planet, have you? Don't forget to film it when the time comes."

"I know, I know... Damn it, these city folks are so fussy, they insist on video confirmation before they'll pay the balance..."

"Stop your whining. This time, we're just killing some clueless little brat, and they're offering a 500,000 deposit. It's such an easy and lucrative job, what's wrong with asking for a few requests?"

"Alright, considering there's still 500,000 left to pay..."

……

A continuous buzzing sound kept drilling into Jiang Yi's head. Jiang Yi frowned slightly and slowly opened her eyes.

Strangely, her vision blurred for a few seconds before gradually focusing. What came into view was a cold, metallic ceiling, with a pale white light panel embedded above her head, emitting a cold, lifeless light.

The unfamiliar environment she had never seen before made Jiang Yi blink slowly.

Where...is this?

Although I could smell the familiar scent of blood, there was an even stronger, unfamiliar stench mixed with sweat, grease, and cheap cleaning agents.

It was nothing like the stale, bloody smell mixed with the stench of rotting corpses that permeated the endless horror games she was used to.

Jiang Yi stared at the ceiling for two seconds, then slowly sat up from the ground.

Huh?

She blinked slowly.

Why do I feel so heavy? It's a bit strange...

The woman in crimson lowered her head.

This doesn't seem to be her body?

To be precise, the woman in crimson robes had no physical body.

Because it was a wedding dress.

A blood-red wedding dress.

Jiang Yi didn't know when she was made, nor did she remember her original color. All she knew was that her current color was stained red with the blood of the previous owners of the wedding dress.

The intense resentment lingering in their blood slowly transformed Jiang Yi from a garment into a ghost. By the time Jiang Yi finally regained her consciousness, she had become the boss of the "囍" instance in the Infinite Horror Game.

Having gained self-awareness, Jiangyi naturally didn't want to be trapped in the endless loop of terrifying dungeons. So, when the players were preparing to take down the main system, Jiangyi and some other dungeon bosses provided these players with "small" help.

The players succeeded; the main system was destroyed, and Jiang Yi lost consciousness due to the collapse of the infinite world.

So… Jiang Yi looked around at the completely unfamiliar surroundings: had she now escaped the Infinite Game?

However, this body is... oh, perhaps it should be called a "corpse"?

Jiang Yi curiously reached out and touched the blood hole on her chest, where the blood was almost congealed.

The next second, a memory that clearly didn't belong to her flooded into her mind:

The owner of this body is named "Jiang Yi". The Jiang family is a large and ancient family on the Imperial Star, and Jiang Yi's father is the head of the Jiang family; however, a month ago, Jiang Yi's parents met with misfortune while developing a project on a desolate planet.

Jiang Yi handled her parents' funeral with a heavy heart. But on her way back with her parents' belongings left behind on the desolate planet, her starship was unexpectedly hijacked by space pirates.

Strangely, when the space pirates left with their loot, only Jiang Yi was taken hostage. Then, when the space pirates tried to steal the box containing her parents' belongings, Jiang Yi refused to let go and was shot in the chest by one of them, then thrown into this room like trash.

As for the relics...

Jiang Yi turned her head and looked at the dark red box that was carelessly thrown on the ground not far away.

The box was empty; all the valuables inside had been taken by the space pirates. The box wasn't originally this color; it was gradually stained to its current color by Jiang Yi's blood.

It also soaked the contents hidden in the compartment of the box—

A red wedding dress.

This is also why Jiang Yi smelled a strong stench of blood, but did not see any bloodstains in the room.

Because all the blood that flowed out was absorbed by that wedding dress.

That is why Jiang Yi was able to "awaken".

If that's the case... Jiang Yi seemed to be thinking: Shouldn't she repay the debt of gratitude?

Jiang Yi met a player in a horror game. Whether he was bored or what, the player kept chasing after her and teaching her a lot about human behavior and conduct, even though Jiang Yi completely ignored him.

So now… Jiang Yi recalled what that person had once said and sorted out the logic: she should first deal with those space pirates who killed Jiang Yi and avenge Jiang Yi?

The woman in crimson robes swayed and leaned against the wall to stand up.

"Hiss—" The door suddenly opened, and a short man with messy green hair grumbled as he walked in. "Pah! I knew I'd have to do all this dirty work—"

But the words caught in his throat the moment he saw the woman in crimson standing in the room.

"you……"

The short man's pupils contracted sharply, and the color drained from his unkempt face. His voice was dry, like rusty metal scraping against each other: "You're not... not..." You're not... dead, aren't you?

He remembered that when he dragged her into the room, her body had already begun to lose temperature—he was certain that at that moment, the woman's chest had stopped rising and falling! How... how could this still be...?

Yes, that's right! There's blood too!

The short man looked around at the ground in a panic.

The blood on the ground has disappeared!

The reason they dragged the body into this room was because they disliked the blood everywhere; if it weren't for the employer's request, they would never have brought the body onto their spaceship.

In the short time it took him to throw the body in and close the door, the blood that flowed out almost flooded the floor of the room. How come... the floor is now completely clean?

If it weren't for the bloodstains left from dragging the corpse still on the floor of the corridor outside the door, he would have really thought that his memory was messed up!

"Excuse me……"

Jiang Yi spoke slowly, still somewhat unaccustomed to this body, her words hesitant: "You...have...seen..."

This was something a player she knew had taught her—when you encounter someone you can communicate with, first politely express your needs—she wanted to know where the bald man who shot and killed Jiang Yi was.

But the voice of the woman in crimson seemed to snap the last thread of "reason" in the short man's mind—

He yelled, "Monster!"

The short man seemed to have seen something terrifying; he abruptly took a step back, his eyes wide with shock, bloodshot veins instantly filling the whites of his eyes. His right hand trembled as he reached for the pulse gun at his waist, fumbling twice before finally finding the handle in his panic.

"No, don't move!" He finally drew his gun, his voice trembling with fear. His hand, pointing the gun at the woman in crimson, shook slightly, his chest heaving. "What... what are you?!"

The polite woman in crimson robes was still trying to finish her sentence: "...fired...a...shot..."

However, the short man took Jiang Yi's actions as a provocation. With a "whoosh," a pale blue pulse beam shot out from the gun in his hand, piercing through Jiang Yi's chest and leaving a black mark on the metal wall behind him.

"what……"

Jiang Yi slowly looked down at her chest, which was still emitting wisps of smoke, then slowly turned her head to look at the metal wall that was still making a faint "sizzling" sound due to the high temperature, and then slowly tilted her head.

"You...attacked...me?"

Jiang Yi remembered that the player's words had a second part: If the other party refuses a toast and insists on drinking a penalty shot, then—

Countless tiny red threads slowly emerged from the pierced chest of the crimson-clad figure.

They intertwined and tangled, forming a rich red. This red was so rich it resembled flowing ink, slowly seeping into the crimson robes whose original color was no longer discernible, and finally solidifying into a dazzling, blood-red color, as if repeatedly soaked and dried by fresh blood.

The crimson hue rose from her neck, curling and converging into a towering collar that completely enveloped her neck; the crimson hue descended from the hem, growing like a living thing into layers of sleeves and skirt, concealing her blood-stained arms and legs;…

Once she was completely enveloped in blood red, intricate dark patterns gradually emerged on the surface, along with intertwined lotus blossoms embroidered in gold thread.

That was a wedding dress.

A bright red wedding dress, stained with blood.