From the Start, I Play a Tyrant. Why Are the Horrors Calling Me Daddy?

[God-Tier Roleplay!] + [Identity Supremacy!] + [The Tyrant Arrives!] + [Contain the Eerie!] + [Force Your Way Through!]

The world of strange tales has descended. In this place of rules and slaughter, identity is everything.

Ordinary people can only play roles like “swine,” “sacrifice,” or “student,” helplessly awaiting their fate.

But Qin Xiao awakened the [God-Tier Character Card] System and drew the [Tyrant] template from the start!

[Instance: Haunted Prison]

Other Chosen Ones are lowly prisoners, struggling to survive the guards' whips each day and careful not to let the soap hit the floor.

Qin Xiao entered the instance, and the System immediately overrode his identity: [Warden (Tyrant Edition)]!

The rules were instantly reversed!

[Prisoner Rules] became [The Tyrant's Sayings]!

Looking at the ghost guard holding a chainsaw, ready to execute someone, Qin Xiao sat on a leather sofa and glanced over coldly.

“Your tie's crooked. Dock your pay and spend three days in solitary confinement facing the wall.”

The S-rank ghost guard trembled and dropped to his knees on the spot. “Yes, Warden!”

A lawless ghost prisoner gang leader giving you trouble?

Qin Xiao drew the golden revolver at his waist and shot him in the head. “In my prison, I'm the only one who gets to raise his voice.”

[Ping! Congratulations, Host, on executing an S-rank eerie. Tyrant's Pressure +100. The sanity of all eerie plummets!]

While the Chosen Ones from other countries were still gnawing on rats in the sewers, Qin Xiao was standing on the Ghost King's head and having a succubus feed him grapes.

“The rules say this place is dangerous? That's right. To me, you eerie creatures... are pretty dangerous indeed.”