(No system, not a cool article, high-intelligence game, multi-dimensional reversal, please enter with caution)
When the first rays of the blood moon penetrated the bedroom curtains, I thought it was just a hangover hallucination.
——Until the rusty bronze door closed behind him, a mechanical voice announced: "Welcome to the capital arena, where the winner lives and the loser is annihilated."
When people one after another are turned into data dust in the capital game, I think survival requires only cold blood and luck.
——Until chaos cracks burst out in my palm, someone summoned undead natural disasters, someone tampered with physical constants... And my ability turned out to be a "fund loophole" that swallowed up the rules themselves.
When the survivors shouted that this was "the place where gods were killed and gods became gods," I tore apart the sweet lie.
——The power of awakening is corroding reality, and the tide of funds pours back from the cracks in the dimension. The so-called rules are nothing but the last meal dedicated to the masters of capital.
The countdown to annihilation begins! Will he become a new god, or become the food of the old god?
No... It's not... I am the rule of this capital game!
