Weird Stories About Rules: Mixing into a Weird Management Group at the Beginning

My name is Chu Sheng. I survived thirty-two days in the survival game. Others rely on weapons, but I rely on a chat group. The group name is [District Seven Weird Management Group]. Group members: White-clothed Ghost, Little Red Riding Hood, Yaksha, and Hanged Man. Group administrator: A gray avatar who never speaks. They discuss in the group every day who is on duty tonight and which floor has the most delicious humans. I dive every day, take screenshots of their chat records, compile them into information and sell them to other players. Relying on this group, I escaped thirteen fatal nights, grabbed thirty-six treasure chests, and obtained a copy key that others would never see in their lifetime.