My name is Zhou Shen, and I died of a terminal illness.
Before I died, I signed an agreement for a "new treatment."
When he opened his eyes again, his ears were filled with a sickeningly sweet aroma, and his face was covered with a faceless mask that couldn't be taken off.
A system that calls itself "Eternal Corridor" welcomes me to join with a cold electronic sound.
Then, it got stuck.
[Warning: Logic conflict. Individual 114514 does not meet the qualifications of a 'game host'.
[Error: Unknown contamination source detected. Deep Mark Recognition – 'His Mark'.
The system's voice suddenly distorted and turned into the whisper of some inhuman thing, filled with greed and confusion:
"Why... Do you smell like 'His'?"
The next second, a scarlet selection box popped up in front of me, as well as a ten-second countdown:
[Option 1: Kill all players and use their souls to echo in exchange for your survival.
[Option 2: Join 'us' and become the new rules of the game.
I looked at the bizarre and malicious horror corridor in front of me, and then at my marked and broken body, and at the ridiculous "host" authority.
If the system is wrong, if the rules are loopholes,
Then——
I could probably stop playing this game.
I might be able to, restructure the rules.
