[Mystery Rules + A Battle Against Himself + Chilling on Reflection]
At 3:17 a.m., Lu Chen woke up right on time.
A line of writing had appeared on the wall: “Don’t trust the version of yourself who wakes up tomorrow.”
The handwriting was his own.
There was chalk dust on his right fingertips.
He thought it was a prank, until he realized that the rules he wrote in his sleep were killing his waking self one by one.
Passengers vanishing into thin air on the subway, a reflection in the mirror lagging by 0.5 seconds, the wall behind him that could never be wiped clean…
Every strange rule had been unconsciously made by him.
Every “victim” swallowed by the rules was another Lu Chen on a different timeline.
As the truth peeled back layer by layer, he finally understood:
He was the most terrifying mystery in the world.
And the last rule he had written with his own hand was slowly appearing beneath his pen…
“Other people transmigrate with a System. I transmigrated with rules. The problem is, I wrote the rules myself, and now I’m afraid to sleep.”
Lu Chen
