Rule Horror: Playing as Red Wolf from the Start, Armed with a Frying Pan

Rules-based horror games descend upon Blue Star, and failure unleashes endless natural disasters. The Dragon Kingdom has already suffered five consecutive defeats, an unprecedented record. Its national fortune has plummeted, its resources are depleted, and the entire country has fallen into endless despair and silence. When the sixth round of horror games begins, countless people in the Dragon Kingdom pray frantically for a battle-hardened soldier or a successor to the Daoist tradition who can turn the tide. Instead, Su Mu makes a dazzling entrance, carrying the hopes of 1.4 billion people. His identity from the start turns out to be Red Wolf's frying pan! The Dragon Kingdom's livestream chat instantly collapses: Heaven wants us dead! The worst anyone else got was a mutant wild boar's head, and we get a piece of kitchen hardware?! What can a broken pan that can't move or speak possibly do? Are we supposed to hope it cooks something and makes the monsters choke to death? But when the dark version of the Green Green Grasslands dungeon officially opens, things take an utterly absurd turn. As indescribable horrors descend, Red Wolf, looking like a red-robed vengeful ghost, casually swings her arm with her eyes shut. The frying pan in midair makes a sharp ninety-degree turn that defies Newton's laws, dealing unavoidable true damage and landing a perfect headshot on the terrifying creature! In the days that follow, the pan not only locks onto monsters' heads and kills them automatically, but can also smash open a gas canister with a perfectly timed drop, forcibly triggering a way out. Watching the surveillance footage, the Dragon Kingdom's top expert panel is so moved that they burst into tears, launching a nationwide frenzy of overinterpretation: “I get it! God Su has seen through the essence of the rules! He's abandoned the human body and become an inanimate object, the ultimate strategy for avoiding mental contamination! This pan is the guardian treasure of our nation!” Su Mu lies on the greasy stove, staring at the sky in speechless disbelief: Could it be that I'm really just a soulless kitchen utensil?