Funeral Nine Laws: Am I the Only Director to Mourn a Civilization?

I was hunted down and lost my memory, and was picked up as a son by a "kind-hearted person". They set three house rules for me: no typos, no mention of "drama god", and no questioning of the rules. I thought I had found a safe haven until I found a yellowed wanted poster under the bed - it was my photo, labeled Paradox, waiting to be formatted. That night, I dreamed of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. A monster composed of radicals of Chinese characters whispered to me: "Wrong sequence... Needs to be corrected..." When I woke up, a demon claiming to be a civilized funeral system was laughing wildly in my mind: "Welcome to the stage, mourner No. 9 Is here!" "Your first script is to give the most gorgeous funeral to this 'Chinese City'!" Now, law enforcers from the Order Bureau are searching house to house. My "family" greeted me with concern outside the door, carrying hot porridge. And the watch from another world on my wrist was flashing a blood-red countdown. When rules become shackles, I will mourn for this hypocritical civilization in the name of director! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.