Synopsis: Rule Horrors descended, and I became the chosen one representing the Dragon Kingdom. While everyone else struggled to survive in despair amid the supernatural, I calmly spoke into my livestream phone in the family group chat: “Seventh Great-Uncle, does the ghost in this dungeon fall under your jurisdiction?” From then on, everything went completely off the rails. With the blood moon overhead, I summoned the Black and White Impermanence to work overtime. Deep in a haunted house, I had Granny Meng brew soup for the evil spirits to gargle with. Viewers around the world thought I was cheating, until the ultimate dungeon, when the figure who controlled reincarnation turned toward me. The whole internet erupted: “You call that a chosen one? That’s clearly the Prince of the Underworld King down here for a taste of ordinary life!” As for me, looking at the densely packed divine titles on the family tree, all I wanted to say was, “Quiet down. I’m calling in relatives in the family chat to sort this out.”
Rule Horror + livestreaming for national destiny. Calling in relatives from the Underworld through the family chat. Other people’s terrifying struggle to survive versus my powerful connections smoothing things over. The Prince of the Underworld King, hinting at the ultimate backer. Lighthearted, imaginative, and internet-savvy, designed to draw clicks.
