A death notice pulled me into the main god space.
This is a scary college where the rules are the law.
Failure to complete the exam will lead to death, violating school rules will lead to death, and having zero credits will lead to even more death.
The other freshmen were trembling with fear and regarded the rules as edicts.
And I, Lin Mo, just want to lie down.
Until I awakened my talent - [Rule Fallacy].
From then on, the world in my eyes was different.
Every rule sparkles with golden loopholes.
Others survive within the rules, I dance within the loopholes.
Are the seniors using school rules to pressure me?
I pointed out seventeen ambiguities in the school rules backhand, leaving him speechless.
The death rule for A-level copies?
Sorry, let me re-explain this rule.
The counselor asked me, what is your talent level?
I looked at the question marks on the panel:
"The Lord God himself doesn't seem to understand."
