Ling Zhou was originally the most inconspicuous among thousands of ordinary people, until that rainy night, an out-of-control truck crashed her life into pieces.
Death is not the end, but the beginning of another nightmare.
A cold system prompt sounded in my mind: [Welcome to the endgame system, wanderer. You have officially died, bid farewell to the real world, and permanently entered the restricted area of reincarnation.
In the novice copy "Midnight Last Shift Route 307", she used her absolute calmness and rationality to fight her way out of the weird rules. From then on, she entered one desperate forbidden zone after another - abandoned platforms, rainy night hospitals, ancient houses in the mountains, doomsday cruise ships...
Here, there is no humanity, only rules; no luck, only killing.
Every dungeon is a game with the God of Death; every clearance is a refinement of the soul.
While others were still trembling over a rule, Ling Zhou had already seen through the truth behind the copy——
The rules are just the minimum baseline for survival. In the shadows, there are more unknown murderous opportunities lurking.
And she not only wants to survive, but also wants to tear open the darkness and fight for her own dawn in this final restricted area.
Intention: I am not fighting to become a god, I am just fighting to no longer be a lamb to be slaughtered.