There is One New Rule Every Month Globally

Chen Yi stared at the room marked "Prop Storage Room" in front of him, his body slowly backing to the window in the corridor, ready to jump up and flee at any moment.

A Prop Storage Room?

Bullshit!

Who doesn't keep props in their backpack and finds a room to store them instead?

Are they out of their minds?

It's not that some major powers wouldn't have too many props to fit in their backpacks and need to store them in a room so that people below can exchange for them with Contribution Value, having certain rewards and punishments in place.

But he didn't believe Gao Yiming had that kind of power.

Judge others by oneself.

He would only set up a Prop Storage Room under one circumstance: when facing a great enemy. That way, if he were to be defeated by his nemesis and died, the enemy would push open the doors of the Prop Storage Room filled with expectation only to discover the myriad of traps he'd left inside the room.

"If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me."

"Huh?"

Tuberculosis Rabbit was taken aback, then sheepishly replied, "What's wrong? Did that sound too formal? I've just learned it recently. All those cultured people like to say 'privately I think' so I thought I'd try to be like the cultured folks."

'Privately I think' is just a more humble way of saying 'I think.' It's commonly used in written language, with few people speaking that way in real life. A synonym for it is 'secretly I think.'

"It's nothing."

Chen Yi glanced at Tuberculosis Rabbit and chose not to continue speaking. Instead, he leaned back and fell straight out the corridor window onto the sled below before speaking, "Come on."

Tuberculosis Rabbit had given him a scare just now.

The phrase 'privately I think' wasn't something that should have been in Tuberculosis Rabbit's vocabulary; for a moment, Chen Yi almost thought Gao Yiming had some prop that allowed him to take control of others after death.

He looked at Tuberculosis Rabbit, who had just hopped onto the sled, and suddenly asked,

"What's the biggest unexpected income we've gotten since we started working?"

"The biggest unexpected income?"

After thinking for a while, Tuberculosis Rabbit replied, "Some bald guy rushed into the mortuary we were guarding, trying to assault a female corpse when we weren't paying attention. We stopped him in time, and the family of the corpse gave us a thank-you fee of 100,000."

"Aside from our usual job of sewing corpses, that should be our biggest source of income, right?"

"Yeah."

Chen Yi nodded slightly and breathed a sigh of relief. That should exclude the possibility that Gao Yiming had left anything inside Tuberculosis Rabbit. There was no way Gao Yiming could have known about that incident.

When Chen Yi thought about it carefully, the existence of a prop that allowed revival from death was also unlikely. After all, death was a taboo; if such a prop existed, it would have to be at least A-level, not something current players could possess. He didn't have it, so how could Gao Yiming?

However, just at that moment——

"Boom!!!"

A huge explosion erupted from inside the Prop Storage Room at the top of the office building, followed by a burst of yellow light that exploded from within the room!

Almost instantly, it enveloped Chen Yi and Tuberculosis Rabbit.

And at that moment.

A voice also came from inside the storage room.

"Within one minute after my heart stops beating, the mechanism I've hidden in the Prop Storage Room will be activated. Whoever you are, please be prepared to accompany me in death. It's really just a passage for a map, there's no need to be so scared; it just comes with a little forced invitation effect."

"The difference is, the death rate on this map is the highest at the moment. According to incomplete statistics, the death rate is as high as 97%."

"Of course, I'm aware that if I'm dead, the person who killed me is most likely Chen Yi. Is it you, Chen Yi?"

"I know you're strong, but unfortunately, on this map, none of those props you're proud of can be used."

"I wish you good luck, and if nothing unexpected happens, we can meet in hell."

The voice was heavy with electronic distortion, clearly a pre-recorded message.

The next second——

A panel appeared in front of Chen Yi and Tuberculosis Rabbit.

"Ding, Gao Yiming has used 'Werewolf Kill' map forced invitation order on you. In 10 minutes, you will officially enter the map."

"Please prepare for map entry as soon as possible."

"PS: Inside this map, all props, skills, titles, costumes, vehicles, etc., cannot be used. Players need to rely on their expressions and means for a battle of acting skills."

Chen Yi stood on the sled with a rather unpleasant expression, silent. He thought he had been cautious enough, yet he was still trapped by Gao Yiming before his death. It seemed he had to be even more careful in the future.

A map where no props could be used, with a death rate as high as 97%, was indeed perfect for setting a trap.

At least he didn't feel very confident about getting through this map.

"Werewolf Kill?"

Tuberculosis Rabbit, hearing the name, thoughtfully nodded and then confidently grinned, saying, "Yi, I know how to play Werewolf Kill. Have you forgotten that my win rate used to be as high as 80%?"

"I barely ever lost, with me here, there's no problem."

Chen Yi glanced at Tuberculosis Rabbit and sighed helplessly without speaking.

Werewolf Kill is a rather niche game, or rather, known by many but played by few.

The rules can be understood as each person having a different identity, then through verbal combat and logical reasoning to spot the flaws in the opponent's words, eliminating the members of the hostile camp through various means, and finally achieving victory; that's the kind of game it is.

Different from the usual gameplay.

Tuberculosis Rabbit used to have an incredibly high win rate when playing this game, but it was not because of his chatty nature or any kind of reasoning.

It was based on two things.

One was his orphan identity, and the other was his unlimited cheek-to-cheek off-field tactics.

Other players who brazenly declared themselves as the Prophet at least pretended to say something to gain the trust of other players.

But the way Tuberculosis Rabbit claimed to be the Prophet was unique: he would just declare that he was definitely the Prophet and if he was not, his whole family would drop dead that very night and his household registration would be wiped out.

It was quite a distasteful strategy.

A cancerous presence. What was supposed to be a logical deduction game became completely different with Tuberculosis Rabbit in the room; the atmosphere was utterly changed.

And the real Prophet, upon hearing Tuberculosis Rabbit's poisonous oath, would also feel wronged and angry. There was no helping it, Tuberculosis Rabbit's solemn oaths indeed managed to sway some votes in his favor unless the real Prophet also made that kind of poisonous oath.

But for normal people, even if they knew they were the real Prophet, they would not want to make such a poisonous oath, as some words, once spoken, might have some kind of cosmic impact.

Tuberculosis Rabbit, on the other hand, was utterly unscrupulous, casually bringing up his never-seen family members to make his case. Under this tactic, he truly managed to achieve a not-so-low win rate amidst countless curses.

"Your tactics won't work on this map, no one here will believe that kind of poisonous oath, especially when we're unclear about the map's rules," Chen Yi said.

"But there's something we need to handle first."

Chen Yi turned his head toward his personal panel's countdown and silently switched over to Sword Without End's chat window: "I was suddenly pulled into a map, there's something I couldn't attend to in time, I might need your help with it."

"What's up?"

The response came swiftly, practically instant.

"There's someone called Wang Yimei in Black Trench City, take a run over and off him for me," Chen Yi ordered.

"Did he curse at you?"

"How did you know?"

"Just a guess."

"You guessed right; thanks for making the trip." Experience tales with empire

"No worries, if Yi asks, I'll be sure to deliver."

Having settled a concern, Chen Yi then turned to Tuberculosis Rabbit: "If props can't be used, that probably means the backpack is out too. Prepare extra knives, steamed buns, bottled water, and stuff like that. It's hard to say if this map is a war of attrition."

"Mhm."

Tuberculosis Rabbit nodded earnestly, "We're family, no matter what identity other players have, we can trust each other. I think the biggest trap of this map is that you and I, Yi, might end up in the hostile camp."

"If that really happens, I hope, Yi..."

"Enough," Chen Yi calmly interrupted, "don't speak of such unlucky things."

"Oh."

"Wang Yimei?"

Sword Without End squatted atop Traceless Green Peak, hovering in midair, cupping his chin, and ponderously musing with a puzzled face. He actually knew the person, who had emerged from the Second Layer World Boss Space with Chen Yi. He had even paid extra attention to him afterward.

Later, this person had been chatting with Yan Niang, likely about to join "Skywake."

This man had no interaction with Yi during the Third Layer World Boss Space, meaning he must have cursed out Chen Yi in the Second Layer World Boss Space?

What a daring guy.

Yet the fellow didn't look like someone who had the guts to utter such audacious words.

"Forget it, forget it."

Sword Without End shook his head, got up, and, pulling up his pants, stepped onto Traceless Green Peak and blasted off towards Black Trench City. He needed to be quick, to take out this guy before Wang Yimei officially joined "Skywake."

If not, once the man joined "Skywake," it would be somewhat problematic to move against him. Although he didn't want to offend Chen Yi, "Skywake's" boss was not someone he wanted to provoke either.

As long as the kill was quick.

It wouldn't be seen as seriously offending "Skywake."

Is there a prop that can cure constipation?

Sword Without End stood on Traceless Green Peak, hands clasped behind his back, rubbing his bottom discontentedly, muttering into the roaring wind, "Feels like my digestion's getting worse lately, what's with all this constipation?"

"The ten-minute countdown is over; players Chen Yi and Tuberculosis Rabbit will be transferred to the 'Werewolf Kill' map."

"Ding. It has been detected that Chen Yi and Tuberculosis Rabbit are acquaintances, therefore, they will be transferred to different maps, teaming is prohibited on this map"

A notification rang simultaneously in both Chen Yi's and Tuberculosis Rabbit's ears.

When the white light fell,

Chen Yi found himself standing on green bricks, Tuberculosis Rabbit nowhere to be seen, surrounded by 9 unfamiliar players who were inquiring among each other.

And he stood there, his complexion somewhat darkened, worry flashing through his eyes.

Tuberculosis Rabbit went into the map alone?

Without him, could Tuberculosis Rabbit manage?

Despite knowing that such thoughts were unlucky, images of Tuberculosis Rabbit dying in this map kept surfacing in his mind – a 97% death rate was no joke!