The first time Ling Jiangye laid eyes on Xia Bai, all he could see was the captivating absence of his cerebrum. He couldn’t fathom how this man had managed to survive through the horrifying games. It wasn’t until he got injured in a game, looking like he was about to kick the bucket, that Xia Bai unexpectedly emerged. His beautiful eyes gazed sincerely at Ling Jiangye and his tiny Adam’s apple quivered as he discreetly swallowed some saliva. “May I have your corpse?” Ling Jiangye: “?” Xia Bai tilted his head, and behind him, a group of corpses materialized, staring at them with eager eyes. He asked politely once more, “May I have your corpse?” Ling Jiangye fell silent. ——— Xia Bai and his companions found themselves locked in the morgue by other players. A ghastly wind rustled the white shrouds covering the room full of corpses. Companion: “My heart is racing.” Xia Bai: “Mine too.” They exchanged a knowing glance. Companion: “On the count of three!—Run!” “Ahhhh!” The companion sprinted towards the exit, eyes wide with fear. “Ahhhh!” Xia Bai excitedly dashed towards the corpses, his face flushed with excitement. “……?” ——— Xia Bai was thrust into a terrifying game. System: [Scanning completed. Player’s soul skill is related to corpses.] Xia Bai, who frequently dug up corpses and treated them as family, shifted his eyes guiltily. System: [Player shall be known in-game as the Corpse Collector. Your skill is ‘The Living Dead’. We hope you can become a responsible corpse owner.] As time passed, the number of corpses trailing behind Xia Bai grew. Most were players who had perished in the game. They entrusted their skills and bodies to him, protecting him, accompanying him, unconditionally believing in him. It was then that he truly understood the original intentions and lifelong responsibility of being a corpse driver. As his grandfather had once told him, “Miles I shall roam, to send all home.”