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Birds chirped and flowers bloomed outside the hospital room window as a nurse gently changed my IV drip. I moved my fingers and found an old red string bracelet on my right wrist. The doctor approached, looking at me with surprise. "You're finally awake. You've been in a coma for seven days due to severe gas poisoning in that old rented room." So, was all of this just a long nightmare born from a lack of oxygen to my brain? No laboratory, no evil spirits, and no Room 404. I chuckled at myself, the tension that had gripped me for twenty days finally completely released. I completed the discharge procedures, tidied up my thoughts, and prepared to return to ordinary reality. However, as I walked out of the hospital and hailed a taxi, the driver turned back with a warm smile and asked, "Young man, where are you headed?" On impulse, I gave him the address of the new place my cousin had found for me. Upon hearing it, the driver's smile vanished. He glanced at me strangely through the rearview mirror, hesitating to speak. "What's wrong?" I asked, puzzled. The driver took a deep breath and lowered his voice. "Nothing... it's just that apartment had a fire last month. They say an old landlord burned to death there. And the room numbers in that building are really weird; there are only two rooms on each floor." "Which two?" My heart skipped a beat. The driver gripped the steering wheel and said softly, "Room 403, and Room 405." (The End)

Golden light sliced through the black sea of blood like a blade, and the dimension of Room 404 began to frantically disintegrate and collapse. Countless vengeful spirits dissolved in the light, emitting screams of release or agony. At the same time, a drastic change occurred in the real world. The supercomputers of twenty research institutions worldwide exploded in unison, unable to withstand the immense energy burst, turning into fireballs. Countless victim souls, originally trapped in the wall crevices, turned into specks of white light, pierced through the walls, and flew into the night sky. The source of fear was severed. My consciousness ascended and diluted continuously within the golden light. I felt myself forgetting many things – the terrifying wall, the rotten landlord, even my own name. I only remembered my mother's last gentle smile and the warm red string on my wrist. "Subject 07's vital signs have disappeared, brainwave activity has ceased... No, wait! Heartbeat has recovered!" At the edge of my blurry consciousness, I heard the scientists' exclamations again, but this time, their voices were not cold, but filled with the terror and joy of survival. When I opened my eyes again, the dazzling white light before me faded. I found myself lying on a hospital bed in an ordinary hospital, with warm sunlight streaming onto my face. Board: Novel Serialization, Beautiful Picture Sharing Next episode concludes

The moment my fingers were about to touch the baby, the black sea of blood below suddenly went into a frenzy, transforming into countless giant tentacles. These tentacles were composed of thousands upon thousands of faces, writhing and screaming in agony, and they desperately entangled my mother and me. The collective consciousness of Room 404 sensed the crisis of annihilation and launched its final, mad counterattack. "We can't let them merge!" "Stay here! Rot with us!" Drowning curses echoed throughout the entire dimension. The black blood instantly flooded the crib, and the warm white light began to shake violently, shattering piece by piece. My mother's faint, luminous body grew increasingly transparent under the gnawing of countless evil spirits, but she used her last strength to push me desperately towards the baby. "Go!" My mother's final cry. Half of my body was already being assimilated back by the black resentment, and the intense tearing sensation felt like my soul was burning away. I watched my mother completely dissipate into the darkness, and the grief and rage in my heart transformed into a ferocious power. Gritting my teeth, I desperately reached out with my right hand, the only part still in human form, and fiercely grabbed the red lucky string tied to the baby's wrist. "BOOM!" An indescribable golden radiance erupted from our clasped hands, spreading wildly like a supernova explosion.

The white-clad woman's hands pierced through the layers of darkness enveloping me. That warm touch melted away my resentment like thawing ice and snow, purifying it rapidly. Innumerable evil spirits within me vanished amidst screams, and my distorted, blood-stained face began to regain its original human form. "Are you... Mom?" I asked, my voice trembling, as scalding tears welled up in my eyes. Deep within my mind, a true memory, one that had been completely erased, finally resurfaced. Forty years ago, this building wasn't an underground clinic but an ordinary residence. My mother gave birth to me here, but soon after, people from the clinic forcibly took over, brutally murdered my mother, and sealed her within the walls. Before she died, my mother used her final obsession and maternal love to create a small barrier deep within Room 404, preserving the purest initial state of my soul. This is why I was chosen after moving into this apartment; it wasn't a coincidence, it was destiny. "Child, end all this. Don't let fear continue to consume you, nor let this place ruin the world." My mother's voice was filled with endless sorrow. She took my hand and led me towards the crib where an infant lay. If I merged with my original self, the core of Room 404 would completely collapse, but this also meant I would turn to ashes along with all the vengeful spirits here. Boards: Novel Series, Image Sharing Follow the boards to keep up with updates, every night at 20:00 and 00:00.

As the world descended into chaos, I found myself floating in the center of a vast ocean composed of countless corpses and black blood. This is the end of all fear, the core of Room 404's true form. In this dimension, there is no time, no space, only eternal resentment. However, in this deathly silent black sea, a faint, warm white light suddenly appeared not far ahead. That light seemed utterly discordant amidst the endless resentment. I propelled my massive shadow-body forward. When I clearly saw what the light was enveloping, my heart, which had long gone cold and stopped beating, gave a violent twitch. It was an old wooden crib. Inside lay a newborn infant, with a striking red lucky string tied around its right wrist. It was my nascent self, clean, pure, untainted by even a shred of fear or resentment. "You've finally arrived here." A gentle yet incredibly ethereal female voice emanated from beside the crib. A woman in white, radiating a faint glow, slowly appeared. She had no face, but her hands were tenderly stroking the infant. As she turned her head towards my grotesque form, made of myriad vengeful spirits, the countless spirits within me simultaneously let out terrified screams.

On the screens of twenty top research institutions worldwide, my blood-soaked, grinning face simultaneously lit up. As the countdown hit zero, the underground research facility collapsed with a deafening roar. However, the curse from Room 404 had already spread across the globe like a plague, carried by fiber optics and satellite signals. This is a 'digital spectral virus' that cannot be quarantined. That night, countless ordinary people, sitting in front of their computers or looking at their phones, received a text message from an unknown number. The content was just one short line: "Who lives inside your walls?" Fear began to grow wildly like weeds in every corner of the world. In luxury apartments in New York, in dense residential areas in Tokyo, in old castles in Paris. An untold number of people began to hear, in the dead of night, a heavy, rhythmic knuckle-knocking sound from within the seemingly solid wall of their own room. "Knock, knock." If anyone couldn't resist and knocked back, or felt fear in their heart, that wall would automatically open in the middle of the night, revealing a dark, foul-smelling space within. The passage between the real world and that living hell had been thoroughly torn open, watered by the fear of all humanity. And I, as the source of this catastrophe, stand in an even larger dimension of darkness, coldly looking down upon this world on the verge of collapse. Boards: Novel Serialization, Beautiful Pictures Sharing Follow the board to keep up with updates, every night at 20:00, 00:00

I extended my pale fingers, pointing at the white-coated supervisor before me. His body instantly snapped as if torn apart by invisible giant hands, breaking apart in mid-air. Blood splattered like a fountain onto the sickly green screen, dyeing the entire laboratory into a living hell. This secret underground research facility had now become a slaughterhouse for demons. From the walls, ceiling, and even the ventilation ducts, deformed black shadows and severed limbs continuously poured out. The vengeful spirits who had died in the underground clinic were now taking revenge on these arrogant scientists in the most brutal way possible. I walked through the pools of blood, feeling no fear at all, only endless pleasure and hunger. Everyone in this research facility, their terror, their screams, all became the most delicious nourishment for me. "Warning, base self-destruct sequence initiated. Countdown: sixty seconds." The cold mechanical alarm echoed through the corridors. Self-destruct? I let out a cold laugh. These mortals had no idea that Room 404 was never a place that could be destroyed by physical means. It is a curse. As long as someone harbors fear, it will never die. I walked to the central control monitor of the research facility. The screen displayed that this experiment was being transmitted in real-time via satellite to the top twenty research institutions worldwide. "Thank you. You helped me open the door." I whispered towards the camera. [Board: Novel Series, Beautiful Pictures Sharing] [Follow the board for continuous updates, every night at 20:00, 00:00]

Under the sickly green light, the lab's sturdy alloy wall softened like sponge, oozing large patches of black, foul-smelling blood. Several scientists screamed in panic, desperately rushing towards the emergency exit, but all electronic locks lit up with blood-red "ERROR" messages at that moment. The boundary between virtual and reality was utterly shattered. "Help me!" A technician's ankle was grabbed by countless purplish-blue ghostly hands that suddenly emerged from the floor, instantly pulling him into the melting alloy wall. Accompanied by a chilling sound of cracking bones, a human-shaped bulge appeared on the wall. I sat on the instrument chair, wires sparking above my head. My brain had become the "bridge" for these demons to descend into reality. I could clearly feel thousands upon thousands of vengeful souls pouring madly into this material world through my neural network. "What have you done… What are you?!" The white-coated supervisor, cornered, yelled at me with utter despair. I slowly stood up from the chair. Pulling off the wires from my head, my neck made a 'crack' sound as it turned towards him at an extremely twisted angle. My eyes had already become two bottomless blood pits, and my mouth stretched into a non-human arc. "Me?" I sneered in a voice layered with countless vengeful spirits, "I am Room 404." Boards: Novel Serialization, Art Sharing Follow the boards for continuous updates, every night at 20:00, 00:00

A cold, blue current instantly surged through my entire body. My brain felt like it was being violently torn apart by sharp blades, and the once clear supernatural memories began to rapidly fade. I writhed in agony on the metal chair, foaming at the mouth, my eyes fixed on the indifferent researcher in the white coat before me. This wasn't a haunted house at all. It was a 'Virtual Reality Experiment' designed to push the limits of human fear. "Wait... the subject's consciousness is resisting! The reset program is being blocked by an unknown file!" Another operator shouted in panic. Inside my mind, the dark shadows and bloodshot eyes that should have been erased were now frantically biting back at the blue data lines like living viruses. The vengeful spirits who died tragically, the rotting landlord, the twisted corpses – they all transformed into black code, flashing wildly across my retinas. The scientists thought they were simulating fear with technology, but they were wrong. Unknowingly, they had connected via electrical waves to dimensions they shouldn't have touched. The vengeful spirit from Room 404 had already crawled into this laboratory's server through the virtual network. "Cut the power, now!" The researcher in the white coat screamed hysterically. But it was too late. The white lights in the lab flickered violently and instantly turned a ghastly, eerie green. On the white wall behind the researchers, right before everyone's eyes, that familiar sound echoed again. "Knock, knock." #WebNovel #ArtShare Serializing nightly at 8:00 PM and 12:00 AM KST.

黑色的陰影如同海嘯般席捲而來，將我和地上那個驚恐的「我」一同吞沒在無盡的虛無之中。 劇烈的痛苦瞬間四分五裂了我的意識，無數不屬於我的記憶碎片像走馬燈一樣在大腦中瘋狂炸裂。 我看到了這棟公寓的過去。 四十年前，這裡曾是一家私設的非法地下診所。 無數無辜的生命在這裡被殘忍肢解，他們的屍骨被無良的醫生全部用水泥封進了這面牆壁裡。 這就是404號房的由來。 它是所有怨靈的集體意識，是一座不斷進食的活體地獄。 房東是當年的幫兇，所以他死後被永遠困在這裡當引路人。 而我，以及無數個曾經住進403號房的租客，都只是這座地獄定期的祭品。 「醒來……快醒來……」 一個冰冷、不帶感情的系統提示音突然在痛苦中響起。 當我再度睜開眼睛時，四周的黑暗已經消失。 我驚恐地發現，自己竟然坐在一間充滿科技感的白色房間裡，頭上戴著無數根閃爍著藍光的電子導線。 一個身穿白袍的科研人員正站在我面前，一邊記錄著數據，一邊冷漠地看著我。 「編號07感官實驗失敗，個體再次陷入靈異幻覺，準備清除記憶重置。」 他按下按鈕。 看板：小說連載、美圖分享 每晚20：00、00：00連載中