I Conquered the Escape Game by Being Poor

Xiao Lan is broke and can't manage anything that costs money. On his way home from work, darkness swallowed him. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a terrifying, dangerous escape game. . An app that can't be uninstalled. Once locked in, players can't escape unless they die. Ordinary player: Help! I don't want to die!!! Xiao Lan: Sorry, my phone's too old and it's frozen. Could you wait a little longer? A hand reaches out of an old-fashioned television. Anyone it grabs gets pulled into its world. Ordinary player: Aaaaaah! What do we do?! Xiao Lan: From years of repairing old appliances, I think this model comes apart like this... . One day, the bosses finally surround Xiao Lan, ready to take care of this bug. But he rolls up his sleeves, strides forward, and beats the bosses so badly they start questioning their existence as ghosts. Xiao Lan: You think all those late-night walks home from working overtime were for nothing? Luo: Sir is always so cute. Bystander (trembling): Is your definition of cute a little off? [Jack-of-all-trades, handsome and broke bottom X refined scumbag big bad wolf top] P.S. 1. Straddles the line between silly comedy and horror. 2. A protagonist who turns poverty into a golden finger. 3. The couple is Mr. Envelope and Xiao Lan, 1v1, HE. New novel: Your Writing Makes Me Physically Ill The world has gone mad. The sun weeps, the moon laughs hysterically, time has stopped, and flowers with mismatched heads feast on human-bone wine at a banquet. The internal organs of wanted criminals abandon their bodies and run away, while countless tongues extend from the ceiling and say, “Good grandson, you smell delicious...” Humanity has been reduced to a group of players, put on display and toyed with until they go insane. Meanwhile, novelist Xiao Qing's inspiration flows without end. His writing can become reality, in an utterly unreasonable way. Reading his words alone can trigger the most primal physical aversion: dizziness and mental contamination. If he gets inside your mind, he can twist and rewrite your perception. · While other players tremble before a writhing mountain of flesh, Xiao Qing calmly writes: “You suddenly remember that you're just a lump of minced meat, and, overcome with shame, you break yourself down.” The mountain of flesh stops, trembles, and actually starts mincing itself into tiny bits. When the giant eye of the abyss turns its petrifying gaze on them, Xiao Qing describes it: “When you look someone in the eye, you see your unedited face reflected in their eyes. So ugly that you shut your eyes of your own accord.” The terrifying pressure vanishes in an instant. Every player is stunned. “That works too?” The dungeon tries to ban Xiao Qing, charging him with “large-scale cognitive harm.” But when the pursuers break in, he has already transformed into text and disappeared. They can't catch a period hiding in a book, nor can they find a line of tiny text lurking in an advertisement. · From then on, the players find their faith. He is the author of fate and the remaker of rules, but be careful: never read the words he writes. · Until one day, the character Xiao Qing was most proud of creating, a strange being made up of silence, shadows, and countless moths, comes looking for him. It whispers in a maddening voice: “Mr. Author, I should, ” Xiao Qing picks up his pen and adds the words “hopeless romantic” to the character description. “...tie you up and take you back to my nest.” The players set aside their struggle to survive and start placing bets: Will the mad writer finish his new book, the kind that can drive even the gods insane, or will the terrifying ruler bind him and carry him back to its nest first? Theme: Break the shackles of fate and move toward hope.