{"id":3913,"date":"2026-06-09T00:18:25","date_gmt":"2026-06-09T00:18:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/hes-pregnant-in-a-supernatural-game-57\/"},"modified":"2026-06-09T00:18:31","modified_gmt":"2026-06-09T00:18:31","slug":"hes-pregnant-in-a-supernatural-game-57","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ko\/chapter\/hes-pregnant-in-a-supernatural-game-57\/","title":{"rendered":"He’s Pregnant in a Supernatural Game 57"},"content":{"rendered":"

“Postponed? You can do that?” Du Yong was shocked by the arrangement, looking at No.2 much like he had looked at Qi Yang back then.

But there was a slight change.

“So that means No.3 will replace you, and then he…” Du Yong didn’t say the word “died.” Though a little uneasy in his heart, he knew clearly that if he had the choice, he would have done exactly the same as No.2.

“It could be called a substitution, but why did Number 3 die, rather than Number 4 or someone else? I suspect there may be other reasons involved.” Only Number 3 was no longer alive now; he couldn’t ask Number 3 for clarification.

Up to this point Number 2 still hadn’t mentioned that he had taken Number 14’s bead, and Qi Yang hadn’t told Du Yong and the others either. It wasn’t that he wanted to watch them die helplessly; he had his own plans and calculations.

Nan Sheng, of course, knew everything\u2014he knew why the madman was Number 3: because the ghosts previously sent to climb each player’s window found that only Number 3 had opened his. This was what Nan Sheng learned later from reports; he had left for an errand at the time, so he didn’t know that Qi Yang had also opened a window, and that Qi Yang’s bead had been given to that particular ghost.

The ghost intended to hand the bead over to Nan Sheng, but when Qi Yang left he whispered, “Remember to keep it secret for now.” The ghost feared Nan Sheng and likewise dared not disobey Qi Yang, so it pocketed the bead and was filled with anxiety. Luckily, no one discovered it.

Because Number 3 had an accident, while people mourned the loss, many players also breathed a sigh of relief.

But some nerves remained taut and could not relax, especially Number 4. With Number 2 safe and Number 3 gone, Number 4, thinking he might be next, was as frantic as an ant on a hot pan.

That evening Number 4 quietly found Number 2. He asked how Number 2 had escaped and then suggested that Number 3 had taken his place\u2014an obvious inference to anyone.

Number 2 said he wasn’t sure either; maybe Number 3 had carelessly done something against the rules.

Number 4 then pressed Number 2 about what he had done before; he intended to copy it, thinking that way the one who would die might be Number 6 instead of him. As for Number 5\u2014Number 5 was already gone, dying around the same time as Number 1.

Number 4 thought his trip to Room 2 was very secret, not knowing that Number 6 had seen him go in. Number 6 was also nervously scared, but not as obvious as Number 4; he watched Number 4 enter the room and only come out a long time later, his face showing a clear smile.

When No. 6 saw No. 4 return to his room, he set off for No. 2’s place; No. 2 opened the door and, seeing it was No. 6, gave a chuckle.

No. 6 went in, and No. 2 closed the door behind him with a flick of his hand.

“I just saw him come in,” No. 6 didn’t beat around the bush and got straight to the point.

No. 2 smiled and walked over to sit on the sofa, crossing his legs. “He asked me what I had done before all this\u2014what made it so that the one who died was No. 3 and not me. I told him everything.”

Number 6 frowned, convinced that Number 2 was lying, but the other’s tone and expression were unmistakably calm.

“Number 3 is dead, and you’re fine\u2014what do you know about the inside story?” Number 6 didn’t believe that Number 2 knew nothing.

The corner of Number 2’s mouth lifted; he raised an eyebrow and asked, “Are you threatening me?”

“No, I just want to ask him about the situation, seek some help.” That was what Number 6 said, but his fist had already clenched, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

It seemed that if No. 2 played coy with him, he wouldn’t mind letting No. 2 die by his hand rather than at the hands of those inhuman ghosts.

“Sure, asking for help is fine, no problem.” Number 2 shrugged, his expression very friendly.

Number 2 then took out bead number 14 and told number 6, “This is why.”

Number 6’s pupils suddenly narrowed; he lunged to grab number 2’s bead, but number 2 pulled his arm back, watching number 6 with a half-smile.

A look of covetousness flashed in number 6’s eyes, but he seemed to hold himself back.

“I’m number 14, and there are other numbers after me. If you’re going to snatch mine, you might as well go for those behind me.” Number 2 had no qualms and directly egged Number 6 on to grab someone else’s.

Number 6 stared into Number 2’s eyes. This person was pretty clever; if they faced each other head-on, it wouldn’t benefit him. If there were other options, of course that was best.

“Thanks.” Number 6 said.

“No need to thank me.” Number 2 still smiled broadly.

It was only after Number 6 left that Number 2’s smile shifted, turning mocking.

If it were really as simple as just taking someone else’s number, that would be great. Pearl number 14 was found by player 2 in a dead person’s clothes; player 6 now wants to go and snatch one from a still-living player. I don’t know if that counts as breaking the rules, or what would happen if it did.

Number Two got up and walked to the window but didn’t touch it; not long ago a ghost had climbed up the building, which had given Number Two quite a scare.

Now Number Two couldn’t move the window at all.

Staring out at the vast white expanse, in this world blanketed by snow, only this one house contained living people; those hiding outside were all dead.

Number 2 liked playing thrill-seeking games; the games in this game space were far more exciting than those you find online in the real world.

He liked it here.

Number 2 took out his bead; he remembered that Qi Yang had once looked at this bead\u2014could there be something inside he didn\u2019t know about? Number 2 tried to examine it. The bead was intact, nothing unusual. He then took out bead number 14; this time, when he looked, he noticed a crack running across the digits 14.

When did this crack appear? No.2 realized with some surprise that he didn’t even know about it.

Number Two’s mouth slowly curved; that guy called Qi Yang seemed to be not so simple.

That day after dinner, it was still early, but Qi Yang returned to the room ahead of time. Unlike before, he didn’t shut the door immediately upon entering; instead he told Nan Sheng he had something he wanted to talk about.

Nan Sheng thought Qi Yang was really here to discuss business, so he followed him into the room.

Qi Yang walked to the window and pushed it open a little. Sparkling, translucent snowflakes drifted in through the gap, along with the cold wind. Though he was thinly dressed, the cold breeze didn\u2019t make him feel cold.

“Sit.” Qi Yang pointed toward the sofa; Nan Sheng sat down on it.

Qi Yang walked over, swung his long legs, and straddled Nan Sheng’s lap.

This sudden scene astonished Nan Sheng; he nearly thought he was hallucinating\u2014though he wasn’t human, so hallucinations were impossible for him.

The person he liked was sitting on him. Although Nan Sheng constantly wanted to touch Qi Yang, to hold him, when the other actually leaned in he didn’t move right away; he just watched Qi Yang. He wasn’t about to believe that Qi Yang liked him so much that he was being so forward\u2014after all, it was he who had deceived Qi Yang many times.

Originally Qi Yang hadn’t planned on this, but suddenly he thought maybe he should give Nan Sheng a little sweet treat, and then let him know what would happen if he deceived him and put on a show in front of him.

Lift someone up to the sky, then smile as you drop them to the ground\u2014Qi Yang had never done such a thing before. Since entering this game space, he knew he had changed a lot.

Qi Yang didn’t stop these changes. He could have acted too, putting on a guise of kindness, but he still felt it better to watch coldly from the sidelines.

Qi Yang put his hand on Nan Sheng’s shoulder, suddenly leaned in, and kissed him.

Nan Sheng couldn’t stay composed any longer and asked Qi Yang, “In a good mood today?”

Qi Yang nodded, “It’s not bad.”

“Can you tell me why?” Nan Sheng wanted to know.

Qi Yang smiled, “No.” If he told that person, there wouldn’t be any fun left.

Nan Sheng put his arm around Qi Yang’s waist, “If you’re happy, I’m happy too.”

Qi Yang narrowed his eyes, a charming smile spreading across his handsome face.

“Then let’s do something more enjoyable.”

Nan Sheng wouldn’t refuse; he was eager for Qi Yang to come closer to him.

“Alright, whatever you want to do, I’ll join you.”

Qi Yang lifted his lips, his smile dazzling and radiant.

The two of them wrapped their arms around each other and kissed. Qi Yang slowly closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the pleasure. Nan Sheng remembered the day they first met; back then Qi Yang had been just as forward and enticing.

Nan Sheng scooped Qi Yang up and carried him toward the bed, setting him down. Nan Sheng leaned over him; Qi Yang opened his eyes and stared, gripping Nan Sheng’s arm and pulling him closer.

After that, Qi Yang experienced joys and delights he hadn’t felt in a long time.

After the shower, Qi Yang let Nan Sheng leave. The man, full and content, didn’t want to go, but Qi Yang said he was a light sleeper at night and preferred to sleep alone. Nan Sheng’s gaze lingered on Qi Yang’s abdomen for a moment\u2014his pregnant husband needed to maintain plenty of good sleep.

Nan Sheng turned and left.

Not long after the man had gone, a figure appeared outside Qi Yang’s window. It seemed to be floating, and a pair of snow-covered pale hands gripped the window bars.

Qi Yang hadn’t heard any sound, but he happened to turn and look outside\u2014and saw a pair of deathly pale hands.

He wasn’t surprised at all; Qi Yang even stood up and walked over.

“Please come in.” Qi Yang pushed the window wider and invited the snow ghost inside.

The snow ghost wore the same clothes as yesterday, only it seemed to have more snow clinging to it.

Once inside, the heater was on, but the ice and snow surrounding the ghost showed no sign of melting.

He slowly lifted his eyelids; his pair of eyes were dull and lifeless, staring without blinking, dead and gloomy, eerie and terrifying.

But Qi Yang wasn’t scared \u2014 he even gave a faint friendly smile.

“Sit.” Just like when he had told Nan Sheng to sit before, this time Qi Yang also said “sit,” but he was more enthusiastic than with Nan Sheng, even raising his arm at an angle.

The snow ghost walked over and sat on the comfortable sofa. Having been a ghost for so long, he became stiff the moment he sat down, as if it were his first time on a couch.

Qi Yang moved over as well and sat on the other side.

“What\u2019s your plan?” Qi Yang asked.

He knew the snow ghost had come with a plan; it hadn\u2019t really come to chat or play with him.

“Please cooperate.” the snow ghost said, his face ashen, his lips split, his tongue an unhealthy dark purple-blue.

“Cooperate how?” Qi Yang asked again.

“There are many spaces in this game; at present almost every space is under his control. He alone holds the highest authority, yet he gives us very little freedom.”

\u201cWe\u2019re trapped here, forced to take part in the game. We work so diligently, yet the effort and the rewards are completely disproportionate.\u201d

\u201cThis is so unfair.\u201d Xuegui grit his teeth and complained.

Qi Yang thought about how, in this freezing weather, the players sit here with heaters, while the ghosts can only hide in ice and snow\u2014indeed, it wasn\u2019t very fair.<\/p>","protected":false},"parent":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"novel":[],"class_list":["post-3913","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/3913","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3913"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/3913\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3914,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/3913\/revisions\/3914"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3913"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"novel","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/novel?post=3913"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}