My Human Identity Was Exposed by an Evil Spirit Wife Novel – “Nurse, have you seen my family?” Jiang Che politely walked up to the counter where the nurse was watching a video. “Aren’t you annoying! Your family is not here, okay?” The nurse shouted impatiently, soon it would be time for the dungeon’s random pull! This kid is having an episode again! She stared at the video on her phone—strategies and records for clearing all kinds of bizarre dungeons. She had to seize the last bit of time to learn the key points to escape from those dungeons. But over ten thousand recorded supernatural dungeons exist all over the world, each with different traits, and every evil spirit has its own characteristics and killing methods! There’s no way to memorize them all. It’s just impossible! In 2025, the Human Realm went through earth-shattering changes. Every ten days, the supernatural descends on reality, and humans are herded into a hunting ground, forced to find a way to survive that day.
But disaster didn’t stop there, Besides the hunting grounds day, the rest of the time, the world generates bizarre dungeons, and humans get randomly pulled into them. Within three days of entering a dungeon, if you find an exit, you can escape. This is also the only way for humans to grow stronger—taking the special items from the dungeon back to reality, or simply escaping increases your physical abilities. Those special items can mostly help in the real-life hunting grounds, helping people survive. And if you kill the dungeon’s evil spirit, you gain one of its abilities. But evil spirits are nearly impossible to kill, so most people only aim to bring out special items from the dungeon.
In this weird, tumultuous world, dangers are everywhere. But Red Pearl Mental Hospital has become a Celestial Destiny Circle, struggling to survive in a crevice. Almost no dungeon ever generates here; hunting grounds never descend, either. Whether it’s random dungeons or the arrival of a hunting ground, Red Pearl Mental Hospital is always outside the affected area. This turned the original hospital, apart from the patients, into a retreat zone for the rich, because compared to other places, it’s safe enough here. Patients like Jiang Che were forced into one corner, made to live together. No one cared for the patients’ treatment anymore, just a nurse taking shifts to make sure they didn’t disturb life in Anding District. Red Pearl Mental Hospital was called the Celestial Destiny Circle, but everyone knew it wouldn’t always be missed. So people could only cram in dungeon knowledge, trying to master more ways to survive supernatural spirits. “So do you know where I can find my family?” Jiang Che’s eyes were clear, asking the same question as every day.
He stared seriously at the nurse, even though she wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Your family’s in a dungeon, alright? The dungeon’s just about to start. Go inside and look for your family, stop bothering me!” The young nurse finally lost her patience and cursed him out. This mental patient kept searching for his family since he was admitted. Everyone had told him clearly: You’re an orphan, you have no family. But he just wouldn’t believe it. “Dungeon? My family is in the dungeon?” Jiang Che froze. This was the first time he’d heard any information about his family. Before, whenever he asked, people only replied, “You have no family.” “Then do you know how I can get to the dungeon?” Jiang Che’s heart trembled hard, the tips of his ears visibly reddening. “Dungeon… dungeon…” He kept muttering the word over and over, a brilliant light flickering in his pupils. He wanted to go find the dungeon, but didn’t know where it was. People like them, mental patients, no one ever shared any information about these supernatural happenings or dungeons with them. “According to the rules, there are three hours left before the dungeon opens,” the nurse rolled her eyes at him.
Humanity had already worked out the timing of dungeons, but not the location. “But it shouldn’t show up here—Red Pearl Mental Hospital is a famous Celestial Destiny Circle!” Jiang Che frowned. Hearing that it wouldn’t show up here, he turned and left. Should he run out and look for a dungeon? He had no problem with intelligence—he just wanted to find his family, he wasn’t stupid. Though this crowd never told them any information, he’d vaguely picked up that the world had changed. He often watched the rotating staff holding their phones, watching strange videos and jotting down notes and reciting them again and again. Jiang Che stood beside the courtyard fish tank and tossed in a coin. He closed his eyes, pressed his hands together, and bowed his head to pray: Hope the dungeon opens in Red Pearl Mental Hospital. As if one wish wasn’t enough, he reached his hand into the fish tank, retrieved the coin, : Hope my family is in the dungeon. Plop! The coin dropped into the water again, drifting to the bottom.
In the next second, black clouds above Red Pearl Mental Hospital twisted into an ever-growing vortex, just one glance felt like it could pull people in. His wet hand reached into the fish tank again, : Hope I can enter the dungeon. At the same time, a notification flashed into Jiang Che’s mind. [The dungeon is opening. Nobody is allowed to leave. Please await your summoning.] The vortex above grew ever larger, and from Anding District came the screeches and howls of those people, thick with irrepressible dread: “Dungeon! Dungeon!” Excited, he rushed back to the counter, but the nurse from before looked as pale as a ghost, her eyes dead and empty. “Nurse, is this the dungeon? Will I find my family soon?” But she just glared, then looked back down at her phone, the video now at 3x speed. Getting no answer, Jiang Che forlornly dragged a stool into the courtyard and stared unblinking at the swirling black cloud vortex.
The other mental patients in the room continued playing on their own, unconcerned by the looming mutant sky. As the dungeon’s aura appeared, Red Pearl Mental Hospital’s image streamed onto everyone’s live broadcast platform. This was an item someone once brought back from a weird dungeon, its effect being to connect to dungeons and broadcast live the feed of Survivors entering the dungeon. When a dungeon forms, the feed starts projecting immediately. A testament to just how powerful this dungeon item was, [Hahahahaha, Red Pearl Mental Hospital! It’s finally their turn!] [Fifty grand a day to stay there. If they weren’t afraid of kicking out the mental patients and breaking the area’s magnetic field, they’d never let so many mentally ill stay.] [Does living there help? Sooner or later you’ll die either way.] [It helps! I got into the dungeons late, but learned so much watching the streams. I’ve already escaped from two dungeons.] [Holy crap, boss! Next hunt can you bring a newbie along? I’ll pay!] [See that idiot sitting in the courtyard? Bet he doesn’t even know what’s above his head.
These rich bastards are real assholes, didn’t even bother to teach the mental patients anything about the weirdness and the dungeons.] [You think they’d understand even if you explained? Waste of time.] … Jiang Che lowered his head to look at himself. He was only wearing a blue-and-white striped hospital gown, his hands completely empty. He’d never seen his family. If you’re going to see your family, shouldn’t you bring a gift home? … Red Pearl Mental Hospital was divided into two areas: one was the tiny patient ward, and the other was the Anding District where the rich could relax and live. Jiang Che looked toward the Anding District, sealed up with iron bars, and walked toward the unattended small gate. The black swirling clouds above grew larger and larger, the invisible pull getting stronger—enough to suck anyone in at any moment. Soon enough, a neat-looking suitcase appeared in Jiang Che’s hand. He gripped the handle tightly, terrified he’d drop it.
And just now, the footage of him sneaking into Anding District to “take” things was being live broadcasted across the whole internet. At this moment, the rich in Anding District couldn’t care less about Jiang Che rummaging through the rooms for valuables. Everyone just clutched their prepped weapons, bodies trembling, waiting for the final moment. Anything could be brought into the dungeon, as long as the survivor thought it was useful—even a rocket launcher would be allowed in. But after countless tries, it was proven that military-grade gear couldn’t hurt spectral beings—only functional items within the dungeon could. Things brought from outside had no effect on the spirits. Still, people brought weapons for the sense of security, even if it was just psychological comfort. The audience saw Jiang Che’s current state and immediately cracked up. [If I hadn’t seen the jewelry, cigarettes, booze, and a few dolls in his suitcase, I really would’ve thought he’d got some secret weapon.] [Does he think he can bribe the spirits with jewels or what?] [I’m dying, everyone else is packing heat, he’s packing cash.] [See, that’s why he’s mentally ill—a normal person he’s not.] … Jiang Che patiently stood out in the open.
His heartbeat raced, same as everyone else’s, wild rhythm pounding. Red Pearl Mental Hospital was shrouded in a thin gray mist, and as the fog finally covered it in full, everyone vanished from the hospital. When the world cleared up again, Jiang Che found himself standing at the door of a two-story standalone house. The house’s entrance was closed tight; it didn’t look like anyone was home. He squeezed his suitcase harder, looking around. He realized that, just a moment ago, the orderlies and rich folks standing near him were nowhere to be seen. He sized up his surroundings. This was the heart of an old neighborhood. The plants in the flowerbed looked like charred wood after a fire, traces of the flames faintly lingering. The walls of the standalone house were marked by scorch and burn, the air filled with the reek of old, rotting smoke. Looking a bit further out, distant buildings twisted and warped, and up on their roofs strange blobs of flesh squirmed. Jiang Che looked down; a silver key lay on the ground. Jiang Che bent down and picked it up. The key was right in front of him; could this be his key? Was this house his home? Were his family inside? At the moment Jiang Che picked up the key, the people watching the livestream started screaming. Red Pearl Mental Hospital had a total of 395 people, now there were 395 survivor streams—each one scattered across different spots once they entered the dungeon.
Just one glance and the viewers recognized the dungeon before them. This dungeon was named [Despair], number nine. It was one of the SSS-level dungeons that no survivor had ever escaped from. Unlike other certain-death dungeons, most of the SSS-level ones have obviously marked exits, never hiding them—almost taunting survivors. But knowing where the exit is one thing, actually getting out is another. Some exits are guarded by spirits, making escape impossible.