[National first-level lay-up athlete] Shen Juli entered the infinite streaming game he designed and claimed to be "no one survives", and became a passerby who was bound to die at the beginning.
Looking at the seamless murder rules written by himself in the novice level, he fell into deep thought.
When all the players were scared out of their wits in the horror hospital, Shen Ruler silently walked to the rules wall and took out a pen.
[Rule 1: No entry into the clinic after midnight.
He calmly put an "X" on the word "no".
The ghost nurse who was wandering at the door of the consulting room saw the suddenly invalid rules, confused the procedures, and crashed on the spot.
In the horror world of global live broadcast, other players are running for their lives, while he is fixing bugs; the BOSS is going berserk, and he is writing a complaint letter to the system.
Until finally, the lord of terror who controlled the world arrived. Shen Ruler sighed and called up the background management interface:
"Boss, this generation of players is too bad. Why don't we just update to version 2.0?"
(One-sentence summary: I, the game rules designer, went into the shit game I made, used background permissions and modifiers, and broadcast live to the world what "official cheats" are.)
