In a death game that starts with a card draw... Everyone else’s cards are low-rarity, utterly useless, and laughably weak. Mine? Ultra-rare, one-of-a-kind, exclusive, limited-edition—the strongest player becomes my very own girlfriend. Beautiful, with a sweet voice, and more ruthless than anyone once she picks up a knife. There’s even blush-inducing kinky play to unlock. Talk about stealing the show! “Yimo, where do you live?” “How about I come over for a visit so we can get to know each other more intimately, just the two of us?” But my troublesome girlfriends seem far more fixated on the offline me than the online me... P.S. An infinite-flow story with an emphasis on battles of wits. No tragic fates for the male lead or the heroines, but the other players already have knives pressed to their throats.