[Welcome to Copy No. 99]
When "Pei Bo" in the other ninety-eight parallel worlds all died mysteriously and tragically, the main god space only sent back the last reminder in blood - "Be careful of you in the mirror." I became the only survivor in the world, but was forced to inherit all the fragments of their memories before they died.
No one knows that my awakened talent is [Death Retrospection]: every time I die, I will completely analyze a rule bug. The rules of ghosts seeking their lives, the taboos of the midnight hospital, the weaknesses of the evil spirits in the mirror... These pieces of information gained in exchange for one's life formed a precise formula in my eyes.
Others are screaming for survival in the dungeon, while I am trying to get points by playing bugs in the rules of the underworld. On the day the Ghost King came to the world, all the players ran away like crazy. Only I turned around and took out the fragments of regular weapons collected from the ninety-eight worlds. It's time to liquidate—are "them" in the copy ready to go bankrupt?
