"My fate is up to me and not to God? Oh, the way you die is up to me..."
When Dynasty stood up in embarrassment in the bloody storm of the midnight movie theater, shook off the pieces of meat from his bangs, and pointed his middle finger at the broken screen, he had not yet realized what a terrifying "gorgeous" contract he had signed. The "director" of the infinite horror world opens his huge mouth and throws him into carefully choreographed death feasts - twisted rules, strange stories, rotten ancient gods, collapsed doomsday cities... Survival is the only script, and death is the eternal audience.
While others were trembling in terror to survive, the dynasty was suffering from the second disease in the sea of corpses and blood: "A mere ruler of the old days, is he worthy of looking directly at the contempt of this king?" He danced with a crowbar like a tiger, making slanderous remarks and seeking death. However, when the teammates fighting side by side turned into blood mist due to his "gorgeous" decision, when the cold system prompts revealed the cruel truth of the sacrifice, when the boundary of the real world began to seep out of the despair on the other side of the screen... The corner of Dynasty's blood-stained mouth lost its arc for the first time. It turns out that the deepest terror began with the flame he lit with his own hands. This time, he will tear up the script and hunt the director - using the least "gorgeous" way to create a way out for everyone.
