The system assigned me as a mortal cannon fodder for the horror dungeon, but I didn't know that I was once the person with the strongest authority in the main god space. When the ghost grinned and forced me into a corner, I casually called up the control panel to modify the death rules. The new player behind me suddenly held down my wrist: "Senior, you need level three permissions to modify records -" "When you canceled your account, did you forget something with me?"
