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"The few lines of small characters stated that the plan of the Emperor was dood to fail from the start. The most powerful force of the deities is the rules, like the God of Nightmares, who, if willing, can appear indiscriminately in everyone's dreams and manifest as the victim's worst fear."
"As soon as the victims feel even a hint of fear, they will die on the spot. Only those who keep their hearts from being too afraid can safely get through it."
"But how could a normal person not feel fear in such a situation?"
"How could re mortals contend with such a god, one who possesses the power of rules?"
"These four sentences are the last few lines of small characters deep on the walls of the tomb chamber. Don't you all find this sowhat familiar? Do you rember the second monthly rule that ca after the ga Blue Star descended?"
"Calm and Cool: No ghosts allowed in your mind."
"Doesn't this rule seem to be a forced way of training the players to maintain their composure in the face of extre fear, albeit a bit brutally? It weeded out many people but left a group of individuals who are greatly superior in ntal resilience when facing fear."
"In this way, when facing the God of Nightmares in the future, perhaps they won't be so helpless."
"If I'm not mistaken, each of our monthly rules corresponds to a unique ability of a deity."
"..."
Chen Yi's speculation was logical and based on clues, not just empty talk; it was highly credible.
However, it was also too bizarre, and for a mont, everyone present found it hard to believe.
After hesitating for a mont, Sword Without End finally spoke up, "Does it an that our two rules for October, one prohibiting alcohol and the other requiring 200 push-ups every day, also correspond to a deity's rules?"
"Like, could there be a deity whose rule is to kill anyone with alcohol remaining in their system?"
"There can't really be a deity with that kind of power, can there? That power is too strange."
"And then, because of that we're all forced into sobriety?"
"Then why do we have to do 200 push-ups every day? Surely there isn't a deity whose power is to kill anyone who does less than 200 push-ups a day? If these deities really have such powers, then I've really seen it all."
"Not sure,"
Chen Yi shook his head, "After all, it's just speculation. We can't be sure what it truly is, but perhaps the rule of doing 200 push-ups a day is ant to strengthen our bodies in so way?"
"Whether it's useful or not,"
"At the very least, our bodies won't be too weak."
"Alright."
Then Chen Yi waved his hand, putting an end to the conversation, "Let's not think about this for now. It's one of those things that you can't figure out by thinking about it. We'll find out what it is in ti. I'm hungry, and it's getting late, so let's grill so at."
"Everyone, have sothing to eat."
"Hey."
Sword Without End, who had been frowning in thought, suddenly relaxed his brows and smiled widely upon hearing this, "That's a great idea."
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Under the night sky,
Tuberculosis Rabbit sat alone on the beach, a cigarette with a crimson glow between his lips, silently gazing at the sea's heavily fish-scented waters lapping at the shore, his face a complex mix of emotions without speaking.
The night sea always carried a profound sense of loneliness, solitude, and danger.
It involuntarily made one's mood lancholic.
That's why, in films and dramas, whether it's the male or female lead, they flock to the beach after a breakup, as the seaside is indeed an environnt that easily evokes sadness.
Ever since Yi and Jiang Chenglu prepared for their decisive battle,
he had regained part of his mory.
He didn't recover much, only enough to know that he and Yi had reincarnated many tis. Yi had slain many deities, and they had been good brothers for a very long ti, with his primary role being to shield Yi from calamity.
This was to be their final lifeti; if they were to die this ti, it would all be over.
Yi had invariably died at the hands of those deities in the past, and it looked like they were about to confront them again. If it weren't unavoidable, he truly wouldn't want Yi to face those deities; it always made him think of the aftermath of their failures.
In a daze, Tuberculosis Rabbit actually fell asleep on the beach like that.
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Perhaps it was the first ti that the mood had fallen a bit, which was quite different from the usual carefree and talkative personality. Under the seaside atmosphere, before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.
When I opened my eyes again.
Tuberculosis Rabbit appeared once more on that familiar mountain peak, looking towards the myriad little Tuberculosis Rabbits on the hillside, all sharing the sa face but riddled with injuries. Sitting cross-legged on the summit, the Tuberculosis Rabbit fell into a long silence.
Only after a while did he turn his head to look at Chen Yi, solid as a rock on another nearby peak.
"Sigh."
Much later, Tuberculosis Rabbit let out a sigh, looking sowhat helplessly at those little Tuberculosis Rabbits on the hillside with the sa face, "Don't look at with that expectant stare, today Yi went to..."
After the daily report of what Yi had done that day.
Tuberculosis Rabbit paused briefly before speaking again.
"You've been hard done by all these years, just so happens today I got hold of a little trinket, let's taste sothing different for a change."
The next second—
E-grade Prop 'A Spring Night Is Worth a Thousand Gold' activated!
Suddenly, hundreds of variously styled beautiful won appeared out of the blue at the peak, so wearing white dresses, so in black lace nightgowns, so in office attire.
Tall ones, short ones, plump ones, slim ones.
Red, white, yellow, black.
They exhibited a kaleidoscope of forms.
Whatever you desired, you had.
The simultaneous appearance of hundreds of beautiful won imdiately livened up the mountain peak, which had been sowhat oppressive, and it didn't take long for Tuberculosis Rabbit to hear a chorus of gulping sounds by his ears.
Then Tuberculosis Rabbit glanced at those little Tuberculosis Rabbits on the middle of the mountainside, and seeing them in such a disgraceful state, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"A bunch of good-for-nothings."
"It's just so won, for heaven's sake, you're gaping as if you've seen the ultimate treasure. I don't rember being this lecherous, where did you pick up these bad habits?"
But very soon, Tuberculosis Rabbit nodded with a sense of poignancy.
"I suppose I can understand. After all, you've been confined in this dark place forever, unable to leave the mountain, unable to go anywhere. Over these many years, you've rightly grown bored."
"Especially my first life, I must have been trapped here for nearly ten thousand years, right?"
"Ten thousand years without touching a woman, it's sowhat understandable you'd be this excited. Uh, it's been over ten thousand years, can you still find the right hole?"
"Hey, hey, HEY! Whoever that is, slow down, will you? I know you're desperate but can you at least take a proper look? You've slamd your own intestines in there, you idiot!!!"
"Can you not tell the difference between your guts and your dick?"
"Your intestines are about to burst for Pete's sake!"
"And you over there, that's a belly button, you realize you can't get in, right? Oh, you carved a new hole with the knife, did you? Well, that's fine, as long as you like playing that way."
"Why are you arching your back? You're a man, aren't you? What are you doing lying face down on the ground? I don't recall having that kind of fetish. Which life are you from? Co talk to , who the hell taught you these disgusting habits?"
At that mont, the mountain was buzzing with a rare and extre liveliness.
After a bit more ti passed.
Tuberculosis Rabbit returned sowhat helplessly to his usual seat, waving his hands dismissively, "Forget it, as long as you're happy, you can play however you like. Thank goodness no one knows, otherwise they'd really think Tuberculosis Rabbit was so kind of pervert."
These were all his past lives.
In other words, the behavior of these little Tuberculosis Rabbits here was a true reflection of himself.
Though each life experienced different things, and while the fundantal personality might not change, so things certainly would; it was impossible for every life to be exactly the sa.
He could understand that.
But he still could not grasp why, in one lifeti, he would arch his back like that. What on earth happened in that life?
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