The weird rules came and I was selected with my three-year-old daughter.
When others were struggling in terror, I found a barrage of help floating in front of my eyes:
[Door on the left! The key is in the baby's belly!
Don't eat it! The food is contaminated!
I relied on "off-site assistance" to survive with my baby in a strange world.
Until the S-level dungeon, an indescribable terrifying existence crawled at my daughter's feet.
The barrage of global live broadcasts stopped for an instant.
My daughter turned around and smiled sweetly at me: "Mom, this uncle said that he knows my father."
Only then did I realize that what I had been protecting was the biggest secret in the world of ghost stories.
