ongoingFantasyCultivationSystem
Violating the ward rules and leaving the ward late at night will make you die on the spot. No entry permit? Scaling the gate will get you killed. Bet money with the chubby guy in the lounge; he’ll cheat and win your life away. You ask how I know? The dead players’ last words litter the ground, saying that’s exactly how they died. After braving countless dangers, I finally meet the hidden guardian of justice—let me see what his epitaph says. “Priest, don’t make a move; I’m also a follower of the dark god, we’re on the same side!” Oh snap, another trap. Nothing more to say, just light up the health bar! Infinite run.