There is One New Rule Every Month Globally

The men huddled in the corner, their eyes almost bulging out, stared straight ahead.

They clutched their necks tightly with both hands.

The fear on their faces seemed almost ready to spill out of the pages.

Their bodies trembled so violently that a scientist might consider whether they could be a sustainable energy source—except their pupils were clearly lifeless, unfocused, and their gazes somewhat scattered.

They continued to mutter to themselves in low, panicked tones, laced with fear.

"Don't come any closer, I command you speedily, may Buddha bless me."

"Quick, think of something else, right, I once had a breakup, and it was really tough!"

"That was an experience from my high school days; it was about the girl who sat next to me whom I really liked—we used to bunk classes together and go out to eat."

"During nap time, when we'd rest our heads on the desks, I'd casually let my elbow touch hers, even if it was just a small contact."

"But it made me incredibly nervous inside, that ambiguous feeling that just thinking about it made it hard to resist sinking into the memories."

"I knew she wasn't asleep either, both of us savoring that ambiguous sensation."

As he spoke to himself, the fear on the face of the man huddled in the corner with a knife began to slowly fade, replaced with a hint of tranquility and remembrance.

Chen Yi, deep in thought, squatted not far from this man, listening intently to his monologue, realizing it was a way to force himself not to conjure images of ghosts in his mind.

But how can you control it when that thing is right behind you, touching you with its hands?

He could control it because he had no fear.

It wasn't that he couldn't visualize ghosts in his mind; rather, he had no fear and could easily banish any mental images of ghosts.

As the man in the corner resumed his monologue, the fear visibly diminished from his face, but his hands continued to protect his neck tightly, exuding a stronger sense of calm.

"Later, we got together—that was a truly happy time."

"But then the breakup happened, after which I was really in pain."

"Let me think about what she said when we broke up."

"I remember now, she said I was as ugly as a ghost."

"Uh... a ghost?"

The man curled up in the corner suddenly froze, his hands around his neck loosening subconsciously, and in the next instant, terror flooded his pupils.

"A ghost!!!"

And then—

"Bang!"

The man's body exploded in the corridor, tearing apart, with his blood and flesh smearing the whole hallway, leaving behind only a Skill Fragment on the ground.

Chen Yi, having foreseen this scene, had already taken cover in the opposite corridor before the explosion.

After the explosion, he emerged again, glancing with some distaste at the bloody scene around him, then looked thoughtfully at the remaining people.

He might understand now why his title wasn't lighting up.

The incident just now occurred in his mind, an illusion—which means the title would light up, but it was invisible to him.

His vision was trapped within his own mind.

This prop... under the May rules, is indeed a mutually destructive tool.

At least for others, it's usually a death sentence.

Chen Yi, glancing at the Tuberculosis Rabbit beside him, remained silent without speaking. He was initially quite concerned about the Tuberculosis Rabbit when he first came out, but after a glance at it and the others, he suddenly felt that worrying about the Tuberculosis Rabbit was a fundamentally wrong choice.

Not far off, the men huddled in the corner were yelling hysterically.

"Don't come here, get away from me!"

If it wasn't spoken words forcibly shifting the attention from their minds, then what was it?

Meanwhile, the Tuberculosis Rabbit's situation appeared rather odd...

"Yo, pretty smooth hands."

"Don't run, let me touch you, I've never felt a female ghost before."

"Tsk tsk, this feels so real, is this an illusion or what? Amazing."

"That shy laughter, I like it."

"..."

Chen Yi silently shifted his gaze from the Tuberculosis Rabbit and strode toward a middle-aged man dressed in a suit huddled in a corner, pulling a prop from his pocket.

That man was the one who activated the prop, causing everything that had happened.

'Prop Name': Banshee's Feast.

'Prop Level': C-class.

'Prop Effect': Upon activation, pull everyone nearby into an illusion where a personal Banshee will provide you with a massage lasting half an hour.

'Prop Limitations': Using it once will result in a 24-hour cooldown.

'Prop Description': "Banshees don't have offensive capabilities; they don't even have teeth."

"No offensive ability?"

Chen Yi was taken aback for a moment, looking at the introduction panel on the prop and then realizing the cold, delicate hand that had reached for his neck in the illusion.

It wasn't planning to attack him.

It was about to give him a massage.

Damn it... should've said that earlier.

He had killed that Banshee already.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Which means the Banshee's massage service could've lasted half an hour, but if it were killed, then the Succubus would disappear.

And this rule wasn't mentioned on the prop's panel.

At this moment—

Those huddled thugs in the corner, unable to contain their inner terror and the increasingly vivid images of ghosts in their minds, exploded one after another!

"Boom, boom, boom!!!"

Soon, only the Tuberculosis Rabbit was left in the whole corridor.

Chen Yi glanced at the Tuberculosis Rabbit, his mouth twitching slightly, and still without a word, he walked to the side staircase, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the wall, waiting patiently.

...

A full half hour passed.

"Is it over?"

The Tuberculosis Rabbit's gaze suddenly cleared, looking down somewhat blankly at the space in front of him, which was empty and desolate surrounded by bloodstains everywhere.

"That's it, huh."

The Tuberculosis Rabbit, feeling slightly unsatisfied, pulled up his pants: "That was kind of fun."

But when he scanned the surroundings and didn't see Yi, he immediately became anxious, searching among the chunks of flesh on the ground and shouting with a trembling voice, "Yi, Yi, where are you?"

"Yi, don't scare me, man!"

"Yi!"

"Over here."

Chen Yi, with a cigarette in his mouth and expressionless, walked out from the neighboring corridor: "I'm not dead, stop your wailing."

"Phew!"

Seeing this, the Tuberculosis Rabbit let out a long sigh of relief, then put down a chunk of flesh he was holding and looked around: "Are they all dead? All died right at our doorstep, how unlucky."

"Yi, wait for me, I'll go inside to grab some tools and clean this place up before I go to sleep."

...

Dozens of minutes later.

The Tuberculosis Rabbit, slightly out of breath, stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking toward the body bags piled up against the wall, he finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally done, now I can sleep."

"First, let's throw the trash to the outskirts."

Upon activating the sled, within a few minutes, the two of them had dumped the trash at the garbage plant in the suburbs, which was still operating.

As the vehicle disappeared.

Many of the city's basic public services had gone, such as... waste disposal.

To date, the amount of waste generated within the city each day is not insignificant, and transporting it out of the city to waste facilities is a laborious task for humans.

It can only be moved by a handcart, pulled by people.

Very exhausting.

But, one point of relief is that the waste produced in the city has decreased significantly compared to before, after all, there's not much left to consume, and the city is still barely functioning.

But there's no time to worry about that now.

After all, there are far more pressing matters at hand, so all that can be done is to urge the reduction of waste and the manual transportation of trash out of the city as much as possible.

Currently, there are not enough Points to pay wages, and many are willing to work for just food.

Former bank savings have become worthless paper.

Everyone must seriously consider two issues.

Food and safety.

...

Finally.

After sorting everything out, Chen Yi and the Tuberculosis Rabbit finished washing up and lay in their own beds.

Chen Yi, while organizing his Sands of Time strategies to post on Yancheng forum, casually asked, "Hey Tuberculosis Rabbit, when you were pulled into the illusion, didn't you think of ghosts at all?"

"Ghosts?"

The Tuberculosis Rabbit, still feeling the thrill of the experience, shook his head while lying on the bed: "No ghostly images came to mind at all, who could think of ghosts in such a slippery situation?"

"This Prop is really something."

"I've collected it."

"Later on, when we're roughing it in some map for a few days, we can use this Prop in the middle to take a break and relax."

"True."

Chen Yi nodded, finished organizing the strategy, and uploaded it before lying exhausted on the bed and closing his eyes: "I'm off to sleep."

Not long after.

The sound of Chen Yi's faint snoring filled the room.

Perhaps due to exhaustion, the usually non-snoring Chen Yi started snoring today.

"Oh."

The Tuberculosis Rabbit nodded and soon fell into slumberland.

And soon, the Tuberculosis Rabbit's sleep talk echoed in the room.

"We meet again, ha, hey, let me tell you about something interesting I encountered today."

"A female ghost, no laughing, I'm serious."

"Today, when Yi and I were heading home..."

The sun gradually set.

The Tuberculosis Rabbit's sleep talk and Chen Yi's snoring created an atmosphere in the room that made one want to fall asleep immediately.

...

And as Chen Yi and the Tuberculosis Rabbit entered their dreams,

the Yancheng forum was still buzzing!

Many people commented and liked Chen Yi's post, and the moderators promptly featured and pinned it!

All players planning to venture into the Sands of Time were studying the guide earnestly.

And at the entrance to the Sands of Time, players who had been waiting for a while stared at the guide, seriously starting to discuss it.

"The map is in black fog mode with only one meter of visibility."

"Lighting Props, non-prop lighting tools, and lighting Skills are unusable."

"This is dangerous, it means we can only see the Dried Corpses when they're within a meter of us, which is way beyond the safe range."

"The first stage's Dried Corpses follow set movement patterns, and we need to determine the path based on the patterns on the floor."

"There's also a point-farming spot in the second stage."