[Weird rules + mysophobic heroine + superpower growth + no CP + dungeon clearance] [On living in a horror dungeon as a five-star hotel] [Goldfinger is mysophobic herself - she has the final say on clean places] [Hard-core clearance method: mop + nail clipper + baking soda]
At two o'clock in the morning, Zhen Qingqing was kneeling in the hotel corridor, picking chewing gum from the cracks in the floor tiles.
The next second, she stood in front of the threshold of an old house covered with dust.
System prompt: Survive for seven days. Do not look directly at the resident's face at night.
Zhen Qingqing didn't read the prompt. She was looking at the two centimeters of dust on the threshold.
Others went into the dungeon to look for weapons, but she went into the dungeon to look for rags. While others study rules to save their lives, she studies the ingredients of stains. Others were so frightened that their legs weakened when they saw a ghost. She saw footprints left where the ghost had stood - had this person stepped on mud? Not wiped?
She polished the haunted house into a golden light. She trampled the copy into her own domain. Clean to a certain point, the stones will glow, the shadows will recede, and the rules will make way for her.
The system says: Keeping your environment tidy may bring unexpected benefits.
Zhen Qingqing thinks this is not a benefit, but a talent. I used to clean hotels, but now I clean the weird world.
"Zhen Qingcheng? Is this name serious?"
"My parents are serious."
She means it. Every tile, every crevice, every corner that no one else can see - she wipes it clean.
Including those things hidden in the dark.
