Cheng Mo is thrown into a horror game and bound to the Comedian System from the start.
While everyone else trembles before the ghosts, he’s seriously thinking about how to make his deadpan jokes really shine.
A vengeful spirit comes to claim his life? He whips out a bottle of hair-growth serum. “Sis, your hair’s in such bad shape. You must be carrying a lot of resentment, huh?”
Zombies overrun the city? He sets up a barbecue grill. “Listen up, folks, we’re doing something wild today: thousand-year-old zombie jerky, charcoal-grilled!”
When the ancient god of the apocalypse arrives and everyone is waiting in despair to die...
Cheng Mo silently pulls out a megaphone and clears his throat.
“Hey, folks, today I’m going to show you a real party trick: three sentences that got an evil god to spend eight million merit points on me...”
The evil god’s tentacles freeze in midair.
All the players and livestream viewers: “???”
Later, a survival rule spreads throughout the infinite worlds:
“If you see a man in a dungeon chatting up everyone he meets and spouting nonsense...”
“Run! He’s not cracking jokes. He’s performing CPR on the ghosts!”
