When I awoke, I was trapped in a strange city caught in an endless loop. Every street and every building was etched with incomprehensible rules. Those who broke them suffered “erasure from existence,” something more terrifying than death.
They called this place the Threshold Realm, a fissure between reality and madness.
I discovered that I could see the loopholes behind the rules, and even... twist them.
While the so-called “champions of justice” struggled to survive by following the rules, I exploited their contradictions to turn hunter and prey against each other.
“Follow the rules to survive?” No.
My path is to become the embodiment of the rules, making this entire twisted world obey the logic I write.
But as I gradually became the most feared being in the Threshold Realm, one ultimate question emerged: Was I manipulating the rules, or had I already become a pawn beneath some greater rule...?
