Strange Rules, I Changed All the Death Clauses

This world is ruled by thirteen thousand "old terms". You cannot speak in public areas after ten o'clock in the evening, otherwise your vocal cords will be deprived. You cannot look directly at the third window in the dungeon, otherwise your eyes will disappear. No - this rule itself is your death sentence. No one dared question these terms. Anyone who questioned was dead. Until Lu Ci discovered something: all rules are written by humans. Since they are defined by humans, there must be gaps that can be changed by humans. There is a fragment in his brain called the "Fire of Modification" that allows him to rewrite the rules with his own hands - the price is that a certain part of his body will be randomly marked as a sacrifice organ, and if he is injured within seven days, he will suffer three times the pain. The more severe the change, the greater the cost. The Inspectorate is hunting him, old gods are watching him in their awakenings, and people he once trusted are stabbing him in the back. But he doesn't care. He wanted to tear up these thirteen thousand death penalty clauses, even if he used his own flesh and blood as ink, to change them one by one.