What the Hell Are You Talking About Developing Runes and Writing Rules?

In the year 666 of the Imperial Calendar, the frenzy of the gods began. War reports filled the Regency Hall like curses, but the contents were all related to a certain wizard. There was a riot in the abyss plane. He crushed the demon lord's skull with his bare hands and poured the boiling demon blood into a sealed door. Coming to the realm of heaven, he tore the wings of angels in hymns and made the altar of trance crumble into a blasphemous tombstone! And when the dragon's nest was boiling, he stepped on the broken inverse scales of the Dragon King and drank the dragon's heart essence and blood, ending the Warcraft War that lasted for three hundred years. "This lunatic even carved an ancient dragon's skull into a lounge chair!" The imperial regent's fingertips ran across the words in the report that the Privy Council ministers "recommend marriage to maintain stability", and his emerald pupils trembled violently. … In the year 665 of the Imperial Calendar, Roger accidentally traveled into a game called Crash of the Gods. This is a world that belongs to wizards, but luckily Roger is very adaptable here. Use the soul-obsessed eyes to extract the lost runes from the ruins, leave a dark history of the broken saint, play it on a loop in front of her, and enjoy her sweet cries. "The people here are nice to talk to and easy to get along with. I really like it here!" But every day, the Imperial Regent sighed and asked the waiter before getting up. "How many ruins did that guy demolish today?" "Are you going to give him the funds to clean up and buy three provinces today?" "How many lords and wizards begged me to tie him to my belt today!"