On the first day of entering the infinite game, the system prompts: [Please abide by the NPC Code of Conduct]
I looked at the players in front of me who were dismantling ghosts with their bare hands, lost in thought.
The next day, the system warned: [Providing super-class information to players is prohibited]
I pointed at the team that was trying to get points by fixing the bug and raised my hand: "They're cheating!"
On the third day, the Lord God himself popped up: [If you report again, your account will be banned]
I silently brought up the player's real-life identity query interface: "Boss, have you considered recruiting an online inspector?"
Until one day, the crazy players I reported came to my door.
He stood at the door: "Did you report me?"
Intention: Rules are the weapon of the weak and the trump card for a comeback