Rule Horror: If You Don't Die Ten Times, I'll Take Your Surname

A nobody rises to become a legend?

Sorry, no.

A villain gets face-slapped and makes a comeback?

Sorry, no.

Chance encounters on floating islands, cultivation, slaying demons and vanquishing evil?

None of that!

This story casts aside every lucky break, chance encounter, path to survival, and miracle.

The so-called [Game System] was never a golden finger to help you turn your life around.

It is merely a fake cage casually fashioned by a higher plane,

a malicious set of rules designed for the gods' amusement, a cold-blooded scheme for toying with the lives of ants.

The missions you see are traps.

The hints you trust are lies.

The escape route you hope for is despair, carefully woven.

That glimmer of hope you thought you saw?

It exists only to make you crash and shatter after reaching the heights of hope.

Hope is born, then destroyed.

Born again, then utterly destroyed again.

Since time immemorial,

no one has ever made it through a game alive.

Not before.

Not now.

And never in the future.

Every exception that supposedly cleared a game, made a comeback, or survived simply does not exist.

From beginning to end, there is only one fate awaiting everyone

Death.

Endless death.

You pride yourself on your intelligence. You think you can break the rules and become the one exception?

The observers above laugh. The false System laughs. The cold rules laugh.

They mock every struggling ant:

"If you survive even once, I'll bow before you."

All struggles are futile.

All resistance is a joke.

From the start, this game was destined to end in total annihilation, with no one ever returning.