Is It Weird for Passers-By to Slap Infinite Monster Stories?

Strange rules come to the earth, and lucky people are randomly selected to enter the live broadcast room to shoulder the fate of mankind. As soon as Song Ming, who is responsible for the lives of one billion people, appeared, the barrage was stuck for ten seconds. Not because there are many, but because of silence. Barrage 1: Sent, any dog is better than a weakling. Barrage 2: Brothers, pack it up and throw it into the ground, this one will kill you Barrage 3: I have done a lot of evil in my life, and I deserve to be assigned to this group to die. Faced with "GG" all over the screen, Song Ming didn't panic at all, and even wanted to laugh a little. He, Song Ming, is not a nobody. Looking at the familiar dungeon, Song Ming wanted to abandon the light and turn to the dark side, and asked the rules if the strange talk would accept NPCs. Nothing but familiarity. Faced with the unanimous negative comments in the barrage, Song Ming lifted up his T-shirt and scratched his belly. He also wore beach shorts and flip-flops to show off the confidence of his golden skin. "Family members, you may not know something, but I am a bad guy. I have a system, and I have already failed it." Any weird rumors about rules are all fake in front of his omnipotent system. In the four streets of southeast, northwest and northwest, ask who is the father. Song Ming: "That's right, Tongzi, this is a piece of cake!" After the system froze for two seconds, it asked in a mechanical voice: "'I am your father'?" Song Ming: "I have evolved, and now I have learned to be humorous. I say we go deliver food to NPCs." System: "Do you want to sell it outside?" Song Ming thought to himself that the system was a bit deaf, but it should not affect its use... * In the despair of one billion people, the first night of strange stories came. Rule 1: The furniture in the castle room can be used at will, but the bed is not for lying down and the chairs are not for sitting; Rule 2: The castle pays attention to service. If a butler knocks on the door at night to deliver food, you can open the door, but do not face him; Rule 3: When the master of the castle goes out, his naughty little son may come into the room to eat. If he meets him, don't worry about it. After Song Ming heard this, he lay down on the bed and let the system cheat him. At the same time, he said to the barrage: "The plagiarism check rate is 100%. This is a sure thing. Just wait for me to cheat... Damn it!" There seemed to be something wrong with the hook that was supposed to be turned on. Song Ming found that his upper body was on the bed, and his lower body was wearing a mold and going through the wall. System: "It's ready for sale." Song Ming: "My grandma is waving to me." That night, a blade dropped from the ceiling of the bed that could not be slept on, and half of the contestants lying down were cut in half. Song Ming, who was already half full, turned over and continued to sleep. At midnight, the butler wearing a human leather mask brought a plate of bloody feast. The contestant who opened the door was cut into pieces because he was face to face. Song Ming successfully completed the task of twisting his toes to open the door, and said that the butler could put the plate directly on his waist. In the early morning, the youngest son, who was running around in the corridor dragging his head, broke into Song Ming's room. Song Ming's translucent upper body was cutting the toenails of the lower body on the other side. Song Ming, who heard the sound, turned his head and asked kindly: "Children, can you help me put my body together..." Childish screams echoed through the sky. The barrage that made me feel like I was on a roller coaster was condensed into one sentence: Damn it, I got really fucked up. #Sorry, the buggy ones are also cheaters# The copy was first published on 2023.04.30, And the screenshot has been posted to wb A cp-free + male protagonist + rules-based weird story + brainless fun + golden finger article Mission: Everyone has unlimited potential