Global Horror: I Use Weapons to Explain the Rules

[Rules-Based Horror + Humanity Transmigrates to Survive + Protagonist with a Golden Finger + Brotherhood + Feel-Good Power Fantasy]

The incense in the Glacier Shelter had barely faded when all of humanity plunged into an abyss of rules.

When Jiang Tian opened his eyes in the orphanage, a ghostly blue marketplace hovered before his retinas

Pepper spray made the ghost child cry, a shotgun blasted rules to pieces, and an RPG taught the gods to bow!

Here, etchings were the currency of survival, and fear was ammunition for getting rich.

When the administrator knocked with two hair clips in her hair, when an embryonic nebula opened its eyes in the deep sea,

when all of humanity auctioned off their lifespans aboard the ark...

Jiang Tian loaded his weapon, engraving a new rule on the shell casing:

"Rules are nothing more than compromises made within firing range."

The ice shackles around Wang Fatty's neck broke apart, and an illusion of New York City rose from his flesh;

Xiao Zhan's data ghost roared in the heart of the boiler, his mechanical spine piercing the lie of heat death;

And Jiang Tian shouldered his rocket launcher, taking aim at the cosmic court beyond the star gate

"Your Honor, my only defense is a nine-millimeter round."