Who Still Writes Online Articles After Being Reborn?

No. 36, Minzhu Street, Binhai City. I died on my keyboard in my rental house. When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived in Binhai City in the parallel world, and had become a recent graduate of the Chinese Department. There was only a half-open bronze book left in the sea of ​​consciousness. There are people with super powers in this world. They are all as weak as fireflies - some can smell the smell farther in the rain, and some can sense lies. Innate ability. I'm an exception. As soon as a person with superpowers uses their abilities, the rules of the world will be stirred up, revealing fragments of information. I collect these fragments of information and weave them into new rules that belong to me. On the third floor downstairs lived a man who absorbed the life span of others. I wrote a rule. The next time he took action, the rules reversed the direction of his intake. He died due to the backlash of his own abilities. Those people with special powers who are hidden in daily life and cannot be seen unless they take action - the area around this building is much more crowded than I thought. After I deal with something, I erase the traces I left behind. No one remembers me coming.