The moment the subway train stopped, a line of blood-red text appeared before Su Shuang:
[There are 37 people in this carriage.]
[If no one intervenes, the projected number of survivors is: 1.]
[Player Su Shuang, please make your first roll.]
He thought he was hallucinating after working overtime for too long.
Then a faceless face pressed against the train window, the passengers' shadows stood up from the floor, and one of them snapped a man's neck on the spot.
Reality had begun to be corrupted by tabletop role-playing rules.
Opening the doors would derail the train. Smashing the windows meant death. Every attempt to survive was a failure branch written in advance.
Everyone was screaming. Only Su Shuang could see the difficulty checks, environmental penalties, and death logs.
He was no god of war or superpowered fighter, just a probability model engineer and an amateur tabletop game master.
But when everyone aboard was about to be wiped out, he was the only one who could understand the loopholes in the rules.
So he picked up the quantum die with its twentieth face missing and declared to reality for the first time:
“This isn't an accident.”
“This is a terrible beginner's module.”
From then on, the city began making its checks.
One after another, real-world instances appeared: subway trains, shopping malls, data centers, the White Pigeon Club.
Some people were forced to generate character sheets. Some failed their checks and turned into items. Some people's shadows got off the train before they did.
And Su Shuang gradually discovered that he wasn't just a player.
His name had been written in those death logs long ago.
[Signature of the First Game Master: Su Shuang.]
But he had never signed it.
The missing twentieth face, the death module uploaded in advance, the empty spectator seat in the darkness: all pointed to the same truth.
This game had begun long before he realized it.
And he was the only one who could flip the table.
The writing is okay, but a bit toxic It seems that I want to write a group portrait article, but this kind of rule is that the world is immortal, and it is right to die together. There are too few people in the first one to die, but it is like a nanny article. The nanny and the Virgin are always the same. Also, the protagonist is too frustrated and is being plotted behind the scenes throughout the whole process. The stress will reduce the interest in reading.