Other people enter infinite dungeons seeking survival. I enter infinite dungeons relying on my grandma. A white-haired zombie wanted to bite me, and my grandma gave it a lash with a bean stick, making it go fetch water; the Vampire Count wanted to suck blood, and my grandma directly put large floral padded trousers on him to pull the bellows; Cthulhu just popped its head out, and my grandma dragged a large kitchen knife with both eyes glowing, "This big octopus is enough for the whole village to hold a banquet for three days!" The bizarre entities pour tea and water for me, the players worship me as a god, and even the system is so angry that it curses me for not playing by martial arts rules. Excuse me, who made the dungeon's big boss my own biological grandma?