"Eleven fifty-nine, never fall into a deep sleep."
Weird rules have arrived, and "narcolepsy" with a very high fatality rate has broken out around the world. If you are eaten by a monster in your dream, you will turn into a shriveled corpse in reality.
The official special organization "Sleep and Prison Bureau" came to the door. Looking at Zhao Jun, whose test data was zero, they thought he was just an ordinary person without the ability to resist, and tried to trap him as a "container" for harvesting resources.
However, when zero o'clock came and the Sleeping Prison Bureau broke in, they found Zhao Jun sitting on a chair, holding the severed finger cut off from the dream monster in his left hand, and holding a manganese steel hatchet stained with black blood in his right hand.
"You think we're hunting?"
Zhao Jun knocked on the wooden table, forcing the rules to be triggered.
Facing those indescribable horrific aberrations, while others were desperately trying to survive, Zhao Jun was stuck in the monster's rule bug.
Knocking on the door and forcing someone to sign for it? I have a stiff neck and can't lift my head, so I signed in blood telling you to get out.
The head nurse hates noise? I smashed the magnesium powder to blind the monsters and killed people with borrowed knives.
When the officials declared that he was just an experimental subject, Zhao Jun crushed their heads.
"Sorry, your rules don't apply to me."
