[Conflict Bomb] A broker tricked me into spending the night in a haunted house. Only after I went inside did I learn that thirteen tenants had died there, all dropping dead at exactly three in the morning on their seventh day. That night, my alarm never went off, but I opened my eyes right on time. A white figure crouched at the foot of my bed, fiddling with my alarm’s hands with its rotting fingers and muttering, “You woke up too early… It’s not three yet…”
[Hint at His Ability] The whole internet thinks I’m the unluckiest guy alive, but nobody knows I’ve been able to see rules since I was a kid. When others scream and run from vengeful ghosts, I see red warning labels floating above them: [Do not wake the sleeper] [Do not stare for more than three seconds] [Violators will be dragged into the mirror]. As long as I exploit the bugs, it can’t kill me.
[A Taste of the Fun] While the Paranormal Bureau is still burning talismans and chanting spells, I’ve already started writing review guides for haunted houses. A vengeful spirit comes for my life? I’ve figured out its trigger mechanism, then turn the tables and trap it in a punishment loop. Later, when the century-old evil spirits haunting these houses see me walk in with my toolbox, they start trembling. “That tester who exploits bugs in the rules is back…” The supernatural resurgence has begun. While everyone else fights to survive, I’m getting rich by exploiting bugs in haunted houses.
