On the day the game "Unspeakable Crime" was launched, it caused global panic. Three seconds later, "game content" began to appear in the real world. The distorted mirror reflected the viewer's most perfect illusion, with an infinite dining table filled with delicacies and a cradle woven with white sticky silk threads. The game slowly penetrates and interferes with the normal world. Human beings are inexplicably irritable, lethargic, hungry, lazy, egotistical, jealous, and sinking. I am the developer of this game [] and the only one who knows the true name of the "indescribable things". They call me "Creator".
When the "Creators" from other regions appeared one after another, I discovered that they were just the chosen vessels, and I was the one who actually wrote the rules.
Unspeakable sin is my "child"
I don't need to save the world - I'm just updating my version of the game, and the world is becoming what I designed it to be, without me ever pressing "publish".
