For the Sake of the World, Use Reasoning on Weird Copies.

When Yuan Xingxiao woke up from a coma, he remembered nothing. His body is unfamiliar, and in his mind there is only a set of common sense about the "copy": this world has been invaded by some kind of force, and he happened to be chosen to clear those abnormal spaces that would swallow reality. C-level talent, SS-level dungeon - at this start, he couldn't help but calculate how long he could breathe freely. He checked into a hotel called "Bright". Residents in the corridor were kissing indifferently, but the rule read: "Do not maintain legitimate relations with neighbors." The front desk lady's smile was so gentle that it seemed fake. The mistletoe clock in the center of the hall was running slowly, and the relief on the clock was telling the story of the death of a god. There is a girl who has been waiting for him. She said she had been here for seven days. Yuan Xingxiao didn't know who she was, what exactly this hotel was, let alone what was buried in his lost memories. He only knew that everything in the hotel was preventing him from getting closer to the truth - and something else was trying its best to squeeze the answer into his hands. He clutched the piece of paper with the conditions for clearance and looked at his blank past, with only one thought in his mind: Who is helping me?