As it turned out, relaxing also had its price.
If you didn’t have the “strength to rest,” the consequences could be severe.
But Bai Lian wasn’t like that. He was exactly the kind of person who could afford to relax.
【What’s going on? Why did that guy die?】
【Wait, why didn’t anything happen to the strear?】
【I told you, if you don’t work at work, things can end very badly.】
【So why is he fine?】
【Did the strear make so kind of deal with the Anomaly?】
【Attention, this is the consequence of a failed deal. We shouldn’t do this.】
Watching Bai Lian sit there without a care while the other player was utterly destroyed, the Stream Chat was in shock.
They’d both done the sa thing.
Why was that player killed by the Anomaly, while Bai Lian remained unhard?
Especially those familiar with the Fifth Estate dungeon couldn’t understand.
The sa action.
Bai Lian was fine, but the other player died.
Did the Rules treat identical actions differently?
Soone had just been killed.
But Winnie remained calm, her face emotionless, as she refocused on her book, as if what had happened was just a minor incident.
It didn’t affect her reading.
Bai Lian also didn’t continue to observe.
So things, even if they’re beautiful,
can tire the eyes over ti.
Lying on the sofa, enjoying this rare mont of peace,
Winnie turned and smiled at Bai Lian: “Can you fetch my notebook from the room?”
“No, go get it yourself.”
Bai Lian firmly refused.
What’s my role here?
Why should I bother with such trivial tasks?
Refusing her request left Winnie slightly flustered.
Then she turned to another player: “You, go to the room and fetch my notebook.”
The player, hearing her, clenched his eyes shut.
“I… I won’t go!”
He started wiping the window even faster.
【Rule 2: During work hours, don’t touch anything in the mansion. If soone asks for help moving sothing, refuse imdiately!】
If Winnie had actually done that,
he’d probably have followed in the footsteps of the first dead player!
It’s safe to say that the players still alive weren’t complete fools.
Even the first player only died because of the misconception he got from Bai Lian.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have died so quickly.
The refusal didn’t surprise Winnie.
She turned, opened a page in her book,
then reached out and tore it out.
Folding the torn page in half and unfolding it again, it transford into a notebook filled with blank pages.
“So you could’ve made the notebook yourself. Why waste ti asking soone to fetch it?” Bai Lian observed.
Winnie shot him a glance: “Your comnt reminds of soone who has instant coffee but still decides to waste ti grinding coffee beans.”
Bai Lian crossed his arms: “Isn’t instant coffee also made from ground coffee beans?”
Winnie opened her mouth but said nothing.
She focused on reading her book.
But Bai Lian didn’t seem willing to let her off so easily.
“Why do you twirl your pen while reading? Is it a special habit?” Bai Lian asked curiously.
Winnie paused her pen-twirling for a mont: “I’ve had this habit since school. I found that twirling a pen while reading helps concentrate and improves learning efficiency.” ŗäŊ𝔬ᛒЁş
“I see!”
Bai Lian nodded.
After a while, an idea struck him, and he asked:
“What if you twirled two pens at the sa ti? Would learning efficiency double?”
Winnie: (?_?)……
“What are you reading? An exam prep book?”
“No, I don’t need to take exams. This is a philosophy book; it helps develop thinking.”
“How old are you?”
“19, why do you ask?”
“Just checking if you’re breaking any laws.”
“??????”
Watching Bai Lian happily chatting with Winnie, everyone—both the Stream Chat and the three remaining players—was in shock!
【Why does it feel like the strear’s treating the dungeon like ho?】
【He’s even chatting with the Anomaly?】
【Look at the other players—their faces say it all, they’re downright jealous!】
【Hahaha, the others ca to the dungeon to survive, but the strear ca for a vacation!】
【Can’t deny it, that Anomaly girl looks pretty good.】
Work hours passed quickly.
When the clock struck twelve, all the players breathed a sigh of relief.
Work hours were over, aning they were relatively free now.
They needed to head to the dormitory, which was absolutely safe.
Winnie stood up, took her book, and headed upstairs.
Once she was out of sight, the three players imdiately put their tools back in place.
At that mont, Bai Lian also stood up.
The three players simultaneously looked at him, and one of the young n asked: “Bro, how did you do it? Did you buy so item?”
Bai Lian really could ignore the Rules.
This surprised them.
And from what they knew, the shop did have a few powerful items that allowed players to ignore the Rules.
Of course, these items also had limitations.
For example, there were voodoo dolls that could save your life or amulets that protected against one attack.
Most of these items were single-use.
And it was likely that Bai Lian had such an item.
“Hmm.”
Bai Lian responded with a single word.
He neither confird nor denied.
To the others, his reaction was as good as an admission.
“Ahem, can I stick with you?”
The young man imdiately put on a fawning expression and approached Bai Lian.
In strange dungeons, if you could tie yourself to a strong player, your chances of survival increased significantly!
To survive, being a lackey wasn’t shaful!
“Alright, that’s enough.”
Bai Lian shook his head. He was fine on his own; more people would just be a burden.
Having said that, he ignored the embarrassed young man and turned to head upstairs.
The young man watched Bai Lian’s back, his face particularly awkward.
“Let’s go, back to the dormitory.”
He twitched the corner of his mouth and coldly snorted, addressing the other two.
“What, does he think having tools ans he can make enemies? He won’t even realize how he’ll die!”
Watching Bai Lian ascend to the second floor, the young man thought bitterly.
On the second floor, Bai Lian stood in the hallway, examining the five doors.
One likely belonged to the nanny and Winnie, another to the butler.
The remaining three: two for the lady and gentleman of the house.
Their doors had naplates.
Bai Lian thought for a mont and headed toward the lady’s room.
He placed his hand on the doorknob, turned it slightly, and opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, a sharp, icy wind rushed out, carrying a faint scent of blood.
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