The apocalypse is coming, and cards are being drawn around the world.
Some people drew out the divine sword and holy magic, and some people awakened supernatural powers.
And I, Li Yu, the first card I drew was [Lie Down Resistance].
When everyone is desperately involving and fighting in fear for survival points,
I tell bad jokes in vending machines to change the water, and use the definition of "mental internal exhaustion" to drive conceptual monsters crazy.
My deck has a unique style:
[The Melancholy of Vending Machines], [Your Mom Calls You Home for Dinner], [Prohibited Involvement Areas]…
The system said I was abnormal, and observers regarded me as a bug.
Until that day, the global announcement sounded:
[Warning: Observation Terminal α will start the "useless data recovery program" after 71 hours]
The whole world panics for survival, and the strong gather to try to fight against the gods.
And I, looking at the new card I just drew - [100 ways to elegantly piss off high-dimensional beings],
Lost in thought.
"Um... Please ask."
"Treat the Creator as Party A and embarrass him to death with jokes..."
"Is it a way to pass the level?"
