TSFLIP Chapter 337

Feng Guang’s hand trembled as she held the letter. She forced herself to calm down and continued reading.

Feng Guang,
Are you afraid of me now? I once said I would treat you gently. You are so wonderful, but this world is far too filthy. Removing you from this dirty world is my way of being gentle with you.

You probably think I’m crazy for saying that, right? I think I’m crazy too. From the moment I met you, everything stopped making sense. My life turned into chaos. I used to accept that my fate was to die from illness someday, but after meeting you, I wanted to fight back.

Feng Guang, do you know how much courage and determination it takes to resist the impossible? How much helplessness and pain one must endure?

But I hope you never have to know.

I’ll be in the intensive care unit soon. Once, I looked at the ICU from afar. There are no green trees there, no soothing breezes. The place is stifling, and suffocating. I’ve always thought of it as a room for the dead.

I don’t know how much longer my consciousness will hold on. In these final moments, while I can still move on my own, I thought about these letters. I sent them to you one by one. I foolishly hoped that, even if you don’t know me, maybe you’d remember me for a while—even if it’s because you’re scared or unsettled.

Feng Guang, I don’t want you to fear me. I like you so much. But I’ve lost everything—I’ve lost my health and the chance to let you truly know me. I have no cards left to play.

But it’s fine.

I’ve arranged everything. This wretched world doesn’t deserve you. Feng Guang, we’ll see each other soon. And on that day, I’ll tell you how much I love you.

It won’t be long—very soon.

I’ll wait for you in hell.

—Yours, Mr. A

The letter slipped from Feng Guang’s hand and fell to the ground. She collapsed, sitting limply on the floor. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating—a telltale sign of overwhelming fear. Her entire body began to tremble uncontrollably, a coldness seeping into her bones.

The words in the letter were filled with tenderness and affection, yet, line by line, they carried a fear more terrifying than any direct threat.

The writer of the letter was dead. Yet he still found her, because he wanted her to join him.

In other words…

He wanted to kill her.

If it were a human making these threats, she could call the police. But… what if it’s a ghost?

She hadn’t forgotten—the renowned Taoist master praised by Liu Han was taken down so effortlessly. And worse, no one even knew how it happened.

Feng Guang remained frozen on the floor, unable to move. Suddenly, she thought of the system.

“I’m being threatened by a ghost. For the sake of my safety, I’m applying for a cheat!”

“There’s no such service.”

“I’m being threatened by a ghost! Can’t you at least…” She paused to think. “Can’t you give me a setting where ghosts can’t touch me?”

“The host is not the protagonist.” In other words, the kind of setting where one could survive comfortably in a world full of ghosts was reserved for those with a protagonist’s halo.

Feng Guang felt utterly frustrated. “I’m a transmigrator, for crying out loud! And I don’t even get a protagonist’s halo? That’s not fair!”

If she didn’t have some kind of protection, she would’ve been imprisoned and killed in every world she’d traversed by now.

The system stayed silent, leaving her to rant about the unfairness of it all.

But… this world truly seemed broken. For the first time, someone in it wanted to kill her.