Under the canopies of branches reaching toward the night sky, Zhang Wei stood behind a camphor tree for his task. Although the trunk didn’t obscure his entire form, he was practically invisible to others—game logic. There was no use dwelling on it.0

Illuminated by the faint moonlight, Zhang Wei saw a young man and woman whispering in each other’s embrace like they couldn’t bear to part. Three options popped up before Zhang Wei:0

First, pretend to be a ghost and scare them; second, rush toward them directly; third, turn away and leave.0

Zhang Wei chose the first option. A white blanket appeared out of thin air and shrouded...0