Threshold: The Prison Beyond the Boundary

[Infinite survival game + survival horror + supernatural abilities in eerie domains + fast-paced plot + explosive action] I'm a Street Drifter in the Infinite Eerie Domains Hit by a delivery scooter and thrown into the “Threshold” realm, with a 72-hour countdown racing on my left wrist. If it hits zero, I'll be erased for good? Mu Feng says: “What's the panic? Let the rules get a three-minute head start!” While everyone else risks their lives searching for a way out, he squats in a corner picking at the wall for clues, gets grilled sausages on credit with his handsome face, uses logical paradoxes to kill the Bliss Envoy, and treats the major factions like pawns! The 26 bigwigs of the Bliss Pavilion? E's memory maze? He sees through it with a reverse anchor point! Y's destiny chessboard? Better to bet on a loophole in the rules than risk your life! S's stitched-together hell? His Eye of Karma sees through to the core! A random Alzheimer's sufferer he picks up turns out to be a hidden big shot who can turn all things to dust; A teenager with autism he takes in proves to be a mobile arsenal and a human photocopier; Even the Taoist and the white cat he happens to meet are a godlike duo capable of destroying heaven and earth! Mu Feng: “Rules are dead, but street drifters are alive!” And so, an alliance of street drifters who pick up outsiders, exploit loopholes in the rules, and pull outrageous stunts appears out of nowhere! Others clear stages with combat strength; they do it with imagination. Others survive by lying low; they court death by making a spectacle of it! Until the scar on his wrist begins to burn, and the secret his parents left behind comes to light: He is neither prey nor key, but the core of the lock on the entire Threshold realm! As the firewall teeters on the brink of collapse and cognitive corruption threatens to swallow reality, Mu Feng grins around a grilled sausage: “This young master is about to perform brain surgery on this busted world!”