My name is Su Nuo, I am a 22-year-old freelance illustrator. I have a face that makes me famous, but I am unlucky enough to be in a funeral.
Daily life: Drawing cards to guarantee a minimum, taking out food without chopsticks, being accurately hit by bird droppings while walking. God's plan for my life is probably to give you an SSR face, and then give you an N-card life.
Until that day, I was pulled into a strange gallery. There were eight paintings on the wall, each of which was a world of weird rules and stories that could eat people.
Good news: My heartthrob physique is effective against NPCs, and my teammates are taking good care of me.
Bad news: Anyone who follows me will also suffer bad luck.
Others relied on their European energy to clear the level, but I relied on the reverse use of the non-Emirati physique - the rules said "lucky people will be chosen", and I was perfectly exempt; the rules said "don't be watched", everyone was looking at me, and I collapsed immediately.
My teammates asked me why I am still alive.
I smiled: "Probably because being extremely unlucky is also a kind of talent."
Eight paintings, eight life and death situations. The heartthrob's guide to clearing the game has officially begun.
——So, can I come back alive?
