It's Just a God's Game, Watch Me Speed Pass It

The God Game has arrived, and each country in the world selects a player to enter the dungeon, regardless of life or death, and live broadcast around the world. God Game chose Shang Qiu. Shang Qiu, female, nineteen years old. S-level passer, fun-loving person, slightly mysophobic, likes to be alone, hates being held back by others, and hates being blocked by others. While other players were screaming, crying, and holding together to survive in the dungeon, Shang Qiu squatted in the corridor and said "ta da da" in front of the mirror. Barrage:? ? ? Is she here to travel? When other players were so frightened by the rules that they didn't even dare to breathe more than thirty decibels, Shang Qiu complained crazily in his heart: Does this butler not have a life of his own? Follow me around all day, like an old pervert. Barrage: Sister Qiu is awesome! Sister Qiu, I want to give birth to a monkey for you! Shang Qiu: ... Where is my aloof persona? The barrage is laughing. The reader is laughing. The whole world is laughing. They thought it was a cool story about a fun-loving heroine playing a game of beating a god. They thought that Shang Qiu would continue to be so awesome - wearing a nightgown and bunny slippers, wearing a chicken coop, and wearing flat glasses, making complaints while passing the level, getting an S-level rating, and allowing China to win a lot of money. But God Games has never been a joke. It will make the first cut, the second cut, the third cut. It takes away what she doesn't want to give. It will make her smile and smile and never laugh again. Shang Qiu said: "I am lucky." But luck will also run out one day.