"It" in the mirror opened its mouth, and a line of blood seeped out: [Let's play a game. If I win, I will give my body back to you; if I lose, you will come in and accompany me. ] [Rule: Best of three rounds, you are only allowed to use scissors.
In its pale hand, it has already grasped a winning "stone", waiting to appreciate my despair. Is this a fatal situation? No.
I looked in the mirror, stretched out two fingers expressionlessly, and steadily pulled out one - scissors.
The air was dead silent for a second. The next second, the mirror shook violently, and it was not me who shattered, but the monster holding the stone. It was destroyed in panic, and until its death, it did not understand where it had lost.
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This is an apocalypse where the laws of physics completely collapse. The flame is cold, the light will bend, gravity depends on the mood, and nameless monsters wander in the disorderly wasteland.
I have no powers, no system, and no savior aura. In fact, I am gradually losing my human pulse and body temperature. Under my skin, the old logic is disintegrating and a new order is being reshaped.
My only weapon is the absolute reason that is colder than monsters. In this crazy world, as long as the only logical loophole is found, the gods can be killed.
I am civilization's last maintenance man. I was scavenging in hell, just to piece together the original human world.
