"Rule 1: Convenience stores don't sell milk with a production date of tomorrow on Friday night."
"Rule Two: If the tally clerk recommends mints to you on Friday, hold your breath and leave immediately."
When strange rumors about rules enveloped the city and the whole human race was trembling in fear, the tally clerk at a late-night convenience store was calmly flicking the pocket watch in his hand on Friday.
He is an alien in this world, a man cursed by time.
For him, Friday is not a prelude to a holiday but a feast of killing.
When the unspeakable evil god tried to invade reality, Friday just chewed a mint candy coldly: "It is now 23:55, and there are still five minutes before the end of Friday. In these five minutes, the logic is under my control, and you... Are just a logical loophole."
Cut off the rule line with one knife and forcefully restart the world.
In every Friday of his reincarnation, he will snatch back his missing sister from the "Monday" organization and take back the Saturday that belongs to all mankind!
"Don't reason with me on Friday, I am the reason."
