Rule-based weird tales have arrived, horrors run rampant, and humanity survives by analyzing loopholes in the rules.
I'm Shiyi. From the start, I was bound to the [Absolute Domain]. On my turf, my rules are the only rules.
A red-clad senior girl comes to claim my life? I trap her in an endlessly looping mirror maze, where she has to look in the mirror ten thousand times a day.
A murderous bus sets off at midnight? I send it straight into outer space and turn it into an artificial satellite.
As the SSS-rank weird tale [Endless Corridor] devours the world and countless experts despair, I stride through the air and announce to the entire horror:
"Under Article 233 of my Domain Public Order Management Act, you have illegally occupied land and operated a business without a permit. You are hereby ordered to undergo a forced demolition in accordance with the law."
The next moment, I lightly tap the air with my fingertip, and the supposedly unsolvable corridor begins crumbling inch by inch from the edges.
Watching the eerie black mist dissipate across the sky, I sigh. "Invincibility really is lonely."
