When Bai Zhaozhao entered an S-rank horror rules-based game, she drew a doomed sacrificial pawn card.
According to the script, when the ultimate tyrant, the Fallen Evil God who ruled the entire abyssal instance, descended, she had to deliberately break the rules and be torn apart by him to fulfill the plot's sacrifice.
Amid a rain of blood, an indescribably terrifying god arrived with a sword in hand. His pressure made every player collapse to their knees, trembling.
Knowing she was doomed, Bai Zhaozhao let loose completely. Instead of screaming and begging for mercy, she dashed up the red carpet to the divine throne, wrapped her arms around the Evil God's lean waist, stroked his pale, unearthly face, and rose onto her toes to kiss the corner of his icy eye. "You're exactly my type. If I have to die by your hand, so be it. I'll take one kiss as interest!"
She closed her eyes and peacefully waited for the System to announce her death.
But the next second, alarms blared throughout the entire instance world: [Warning! Ultimate Boss rage level has fallen to zero. Sanity has instantly overloaded. All instance rules are being rewritten!]
The Evil God, who should have destroyed the world, went stiff. A terrifying blush crept up to his ears, and the blood mist overhead transformed into a vast barrier that bound her firmly atop the divine throne.
"You dare profane a god... Then for all eternity, you will never leave my temple."
