Weird Story About Rules: I Rely on My Acting Skills to Become a God

That morning that changed everything came without warning, like a huge, silent curtain that suddenly fell and enveloped the entire planet. There was no earthquake, no tsunami, just cold and regular fonts that appeared on everyone's retinas at the same time, and a notice that could be clearly understood regardless of language, ringing in the ears: "The copy of the Global Rules Weird Tales is now loaded. Survival is your only and eternal theme. The form of the dungeon is weird, it may be an office building that is still brightly lit at midnight, and the rules require you to say hello to every empty workstation; It may be a quiet and peaceful country B&B, but the rules state that you must not respond to the calls of loved ones outside the window; It may even be just an ordinary intersection. The flashing pattern of the traffic lights hides the code of life and death. But the rules are absolute, as irreversible as the laws of physics. Violators will be "erased" in full view of the public in various ways that are consistent with "copy logic" but extremely unreasonable. However, behind the absolute rules is the ultimate chaos and disorder - the rules themselves are often contradictory and the logical chain is broken, as if they were written down by some insane god. It is in this absolute absurdity that "performance" becomes the hardest shield and the sharpest spear. As a result, a new and twisted "actor society" quietly formed in the gaps between copies...