The rules said: Do not damage any items in this hotel.
Chen Jiu tore up the rulebook.
The rules said: Do not use violence against hotel staff.
Chen Jiu twisted its arm right off.
The rules said: Violators will be personally received by the manager.
Chen Jiu said: “Tell it to come.”
Chosen ones from two hundred countries were dropped into their respective “hotel” dungeons at the same time, with the whole ordeal livestreamed worldwide.
Everyone else searched for a way to survive by following the rules.
Chen Jiu didn’t bother.
Seven days, ten people, three room-fee passes. The rules expected them to turn on one another and produce three sacrifices.
He had died once. Ever since, the rules’ punishments could no longer kill him.
But he could kill the things the rules sent to collect their debts.
Other countries fought to survive on livestream.
He farmed monsters.
