I'm Here to Accept the Strange Rules and Regulations from You.

My name is Zheng Guli, I am twenty-seven years old. Before time travel, I was a warehouse tally clerk. I owed money, and my girlfriend ran away with the BMW driver. After traveling through time, he joined a foundation that housed strange stories based on rules. He usually went to work with his life in mind, but was occasionally pulled into another world to become a live broadcast internet celebrity. The audience calls me Player Z and posts comments to me, but I don't receive a penny in rewards. Later, I activated a system that could draw the twelve spells and masks of the Holy Lord. The conditions are: Contain three copies, accumulate enough magic energy, and then draw ten consecutive copies. Ten draws in a row. All empty. After ten more rounds, it was still empty. After accumulating demonic energy for a month, I pulled out a chicken charm - the effect was to make eggs float. I don't sell fucking breakfast. My colleagues asked me why I was unhappy, and I said it was nothing. I just felt that the system was the same as that of my previous company. When it came to drawing a pie, everything was included, and when it came to cashing out, the company had the final right of interpretation. The only good news is that the viewers in the live broadcast room don't know I have a system. They only saw me standing in the copy of Kaidan, wearing a construction site helmet, and swearing expressionlessly: Missed again. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.