I owe the system 30 million. It treats me as a toxic asset with zero value and wants to stuff me into a boiler and burn me.
But on the death table, relying on the director's vision, I mistook the rich man for an extra, hid the detonator in the chips, and blasted the banker into a pulp.
My name is Jian Zhen, a director who is full of bad debts.
My teammates are a crazy woman who traded half her face for her life, and a down-and-out music teacher who uses bass strings as a noose in order to save money for his daughter.
While others are looking for a way out in horror dungeons, we are looking for camera positions, lighting, and system physics bugs in dungeons.
When those superior plutocrats handed me a job card as a general director, thinking they had bought my life, they had no idea...
What a truly driven director is best at is blowing up the whole set.
