Nineteen-year-old Lin Mo clutched the university admission letter he had just received, but the light in his eyes was shrouded by the shadow of his mother’s critical-condition notice. His longing to change his fate was choked off, and the next moment, a thick stench of blood and decay dragged him into a nightmare. He had become a sacrifice chosen by the “Tales of Terror World,” sent to represent the Dragon Kingdom in an S-rank death dungeon called “Despair Convenience Store”!
“SSS-rank talent: [Eye of Rule Distortion] awakened!”
Rules twisted, sinister shadows lurked. A welcoming smile concealed a curse that claimed lives. Expired goods hid deadly traps, and when the lights went out at midnight, vengeful ghosts sat down to feast!
From the start, the difficulty was hellish: no uniform, death! Dirty uniform, also death!
When a one-in-ten-million sliver of hope finally came his way, the power to rewrite the wording of the rules became his only chisel. A crack split open the frozen dead end! By changing the word “must,” he wrenched open the jaws of death!
But this was only the beginning. The smiling clerk had been told never to sell tobacco or alcohol. A faceless girl silently unzipped her schoolbag, and surging darkness was about to devour his soul. Time raced by in a delusion, while the 3 a.m. lights-out deadline closed in step by step. Beneath the convenience store’s surface lay an underworld hell, awash in filthy blood and piled with severed limbs!
The source of corruption sneered. Every change to the rules drained his mind. He was dancing on a blade, gambling with the survival of the entire Dragon Kingdom!
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Pretty good,