My Weird Identity Is Fake

A strange game has arrived around the world, and humans are crying for survival. I, an ordinary social creature, was labeled as [SSS-level weird flesh artist] due to a system bug. Looking at my pale face in the mirror, I fell into deep thought: How can I pretend to be a real weirdo? Human players regard me as the ultimate BOSS and analyze my "killing patterns" tremblingly; The real weird ones treat me with respect, thinking that I am an ancient boss who has lived in seclusion for many years. I can only bite the bullet, use human thinking to hold an "involution training session" for the weirdos, and reveal some "fake strategies" to the human players. Until the main god behind the game came, He stared at me and asked doubtfully: "You... Why don't you have a weird aura?" There was dead silence, and all weird and human eyes were focused on me. I silently took out a copy of the "Weird Employee KPI Assessment Form" and said with a smile: "Lord God, look, this is the annual work report of our weird world. Are you satisfied?"