[Strong + dual male protagonists + weird rules + crazy criticism and pampering]
Others were running for their lives in the dungeon, but I was sitting on the boss's lap in the dungeon.
The rules said no two people could sit together, so I sat on his lap - the rules didn't say no one was allowed to sit on him.
From then on, a symbiosis contract is bound. If he is injured, I will feel pain, and if I die, he will die.
He was paranoid and criticized like crazy, and he turned into a devil by protecting his shortcomings: "You want to touch him? Have you asked about my knife?"
I am calm and rational, looking for loopholes in the rules: "It's not the rules that kill you, it's me who lets the rules kill you."
Until one day my old illness relapsed and I became confused.
He went through the entire dungeon behind my back, his voice hoarse:
"If you dare to die, I will blow up the world to accompany you."
