[A Perfectly Rational Madman × A Twisted, Uncanny Apocalypse]
The uncanny descends, and rules become law.
A train filled with howling passengers, a blood-red hospital: every step is a deadly trap.
While the do-gooders weep, his teammates tremble, and evil spirits sneer,
I, Jiang Li, merely push up my nonexistent glasses and start analyzing the underlying logic behind how they work.
“Don’t kill me! I surrender!” the indescribable monster wails.
“Surrender?” I look at the bugs crawling over its body as if I’m staring at a pile of trash that needs to be cleaned up.
“According to Article 7, Clause 3 of the Uncanny Conduct Management Regulations, your very existence is an error.”
[Command: Delete]
Later, an ancient god from the deepest reaches of the abyss awakens from its long slumber and lets out a world-ending roar.
Survivors across the globe fall into utter despair.
I walk alone into its domain, facing billions of twisted rules.
Then, gently, I press the shining button in my mind
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In this era, they are the uncanny.
And I am the one who defines the uncanny.
