Chen Fan woke up from the strange talk of rules and found that everyone else had drawn powerful SSS-level talents. He was the only one with no talent and no system. Moreover, this customs clearance task was a bit strange. Killing the Chosen One in the dungeon was asking me to commit suicide. Wait, it turns out that I am not the Chosen One, but the administrator of the strange talk. Although I have no talents or systems, I have various administrator rights. I can use mental pollution on the Chosen One, modify the rules, and seal talents. A smile slowly appeared on Chen Fan's lips.
