Weird Rules

When you open your eyes and find that your hands are locked with iron chains and thirteen live eyeballs on the wall turn to you simultaneously, what will you do? ——Close your eyes? Playing dead? Or scream? Sorry, it's too late. I have already seen the golden barrage floating in front of me: [Don't breathe, they're counting your heartbeats. This is a Cthulhu-based world, where reason is the scarcest currency. Investigators, Old Believers, Internment Bureau, Silent Council... All forces are driving people crazy with knowledge. I am the only one who can receive barrage spoilers from my "future self" at the moment of death. Open your eyes after 3 seconds and roll to the left. [Don't trust the director's pen, it's the 0-404 parasite ——Run quickly, she's going to blow herself up! I relied on prompts to counter-kill the Blood Eye, and was promoted from the sacrifice basement to the youngest team leader of the containment bureau; I carried the barrage and faced 0-017 Soul-Eating Mirror, A-31 Deep Sea Bride, and S-07 Gate of the End; In front of every cliff where my sanity value returned to zero, I was forcefully pulled back by lines of text. But the more prompts I get, the more I find: Barrage is not a gift, but a loan. Believe it, Sanity -5; doubt it, Sanity +5. When I finally restored my sanity to 100 points, I saw the last scarlet prompt: [Congratulations, you are finally qualified to be "me". It turns out that the real weirdness has never been those indescribable existences—— But myself. Turning to the first page, the barrage has been refreshed: [Don't blink, they're in your eye sockets. Do you dare to close your eyes?