When order becomes a shackle, he chooses to be the only paradox.
Lin Ye, a social animal who was crushed by fate, was bound to the [Prank System] - using madness as a blade to pierce this world tamed by rules.
Painting the "Mona Lisa" in the subway car and tasting snail noodles in the Michelin palace. Every absurd move he makes distorts the latitude and longitude of reality.
The order repairman in the dark has raised his butcher knife, and the man he desecrated in public is staring at the feast through the surveillance camera: "I want this beast to dance in the palm of my hand."
When the whole world is reduced to a chessboard, he insists on being the madman who overturns the chessboard. On the ruins of order, only madness is eternal.
