Ethan Clark, a patient with dissociative identity disorder.

On the surface, he appears gentle and refined, but his alternate personality is cold, forceful, and off-the-charts in combat ability.

Ethan Clark never dates, because his alternate personality is his boyfriend.

Ethan Clark's dream is that one day, he can embrace his lover.

To realize this dream, Ethan Clark voluntarily bound himself to the horror movie actor app.

The app regularly releases horror movie casting calls: vengeful spirits in red, zombie lovers, the haunted house at 1552...

The chosen actors are thrown into real-life horror environments to survive.

On the first day of filming, the male lead corners Ethan Clark in a corner, his hands not exactly clean: "Come with me, I'll help you steal the show and become the second male lead."

Ethan Clark smiles gently, shaking his head: "That's not enough."

The male lead is stunned.

Ethan Clark gives a slight smile: "Bro, help me smash his head in."

The alternate personality gives the male lead a cold smile.

After filming ends, the male lead: Ethan Clark.

Others: struggling to survive.

Ethan Clark: defying fate.

Possessing both absolute intelligence and absolute strength.

Starting from the bottom, Ethan Clark will ultimately become... the king of horror movies.

Chapter 1 App is Online

Twelve years ago, Qingyan City.

A deep summer night, the sound of torrential rain drowned out the cursing coming from the abandoned factory.

"Damn it! His parents actually said they don't care if their son lives or dies, won't give a single cent, and then hung up on me!"

The kidnapper was so angry he almost smashed his phone.

"What?" His accomplice was shocked, jumping to his feet. "We didn't even ask for much, and their son's life isn't worth five million? Their family is so rich..."

"How the hell would I know!" The kidnapper spat, feeling like he'd seen a ghost, and looked at his accomplice. "Are you sure the one we kidnapped is their son Ethan Clark?"

"It's him! Absolutely!"

"In that case," the kidnapper looked at the iron cage hidden in the darkness and sneered, "your parents want money, not you, so don't blame us for being rude!"

A blinding flash of lightning lit up the pitch-black factory, illuminating the cold, gleaming knife in the kidnapper's hand, and the small Ethan Clark inside the iron cage.

Little Ethan Clark wore a white school uniform, his face clean, already exuding a gentle and refined air at such a young age. But half his face, hidden in the darkness, was extremely gloomy, and a violent glint quietly spread in his eyes.

The lightning faded, and the factory was plunged into darkness again. Yet in that brief flash, the accomplice had noticed Ethan Clark's expression, and felt a strange chill in his heart.

Seeing Ethan Clark remain silent, the kidnapper sneered, "Rich kids really are different, got guts, huh? Got an attitude? Just wait, I'll play you to death..."

As he spoke, he began to unlock the iron chain on the cage, thicker than a finger.

His accomplice hesitantly pulled him back: "Boss, I-I think there's something off about this kid. Maybe we should just leave him here to fend for himself. After a few days locked up, even if he doesn't die, he'll be ruined..."

The kidnapper kicked him away: "Coward! Afraid of a kid? What could he possibly—"

A pair of beautiful, slender little hands suddenly grabbed the kidnapper's wrist.

In the next flash of lightning and thunder, the kidnapper saw Ethan Clark give him a cold, malicious smile.

...

A few days later, someone called the police, reporting a suspicious stench coming from an abandoned factory in the suburbs. Looking in through the window, they could vaguely see black hair on the ground.

When the police arrived, it was the height of summer. The bodies had already decomposed, becoming a feast for flies and mosquitoes. The scene was simply too gruesome to look at.

After comparison, the police discovered that the two were actually major criminals they had been trying to catch for a long time. No one knew why they died there.

Beside the bodies was an open iron cage, and there were slight signs of a struggle at the scene.

Given that the two had kidnapped others many times before, always using the same methods, the truth seemed self-evident—

They must have failed in their kidnapping and been killed by their hostage.

Strangely, there was not a single clue left about the hostage's identity: no fingerprints, no DNA, nothing.

The kidnappers' phone also seemed to have been taken by the hostage.

With nothing to go on, the case was eventually dropped.

At the time, the incident became a joke, and the two were dubbed "the most embarrassing kidnappers in history."

...

Twelve years later, at the art exhibition building in downtown Qingyan City.

A female streamer stood in front of a creepy horror painting, speaking to her viewers in the livestream: "I'm already at the Ethan Clark art exhibition you all have been dying to see. I'm such a scaredy-cat, coming to see horror paintings for you guys is a huge sacrifice! Shouldn't you send me some gifts?"

The comments scrolled by rapidly—

[Are you really here for the horror paintings?! You're here for the face, so shallow.]

[We're all shallow women.]

[Don't include me, I'm here for the art! That painting 'Stitched Skin Ghost' kept me up all night last time Otz, I'm back for more torture.]

[I-I'm new here, just want to ask, are people who paint horror art mentally twisted?]

[You're talking nonsense! My hubby is super gentle and polite! Has the best temper and always smiles!]

[Let's be real, how many of us became fans of Ethan because of that video?]

The streamer saw the last comment and her eyes filled with envy. Ethan Clark's rise to fame was just too easy.