I died, but the black cube brought me back to life.
The moment I opened my eyes, I could see “loopholes in the rules.”
But my wife’s face turned out to be the biggest loophole of all!
To stay alive, I have to work under the table for District Eight:
- Make guns out of my teammates’ bones
- Gain skills by eating books
- Break a rule once, and lose ten years of my life
I grind through instances, rack up points, and trade them for more years, all just to peel back the mosaic covering my wife’s face!
But the burned-to-death flaying painter in her dreams told me:
“If you see her face clearly, the rules of the world will collapse! If you don’t, you’ll be erased at once!”
The countdown has begun. Screw being human!
These lousy rules? I’ll decide them today! I am the rules!
