There is One New Rule Every Month Globally

But everyone has a sense of balance in their hearts, and even if they pay more, they won't feel like they've been taken for a fool. If something really happens, they're sure that Yi will be extra attentive since they've paid so much.

Especially after the example of the annihilation of the Three-Eyed Clan, everyone truly understood how Yi protects the races that pay him protection fees. They pay with complete peace of mind.

They pay with joy, they pay with comfort.

After all, Yi really shows up when there's trouble.

It's not like other races haven't asked for protection fees before, but they're mostly like Li Yi, who can only mediate or act as an intermediary when trouble arises.

Not like Yi. Someone's bothering you, right? Wait, and I'll wipe them out for you.

The term protection fees has a negative connotation because most of the time, it's used as a euphemism for extortion—taking money and not doing anything. But when you take money and do the work, it's a different story altogether.

For example, there used to be a convenience store before the level-up ascension happened.

Then a group of people came by and said, for 3k a year, they'd ensure no one from any agency would come and charge you randomly. They'd take care of anyone who came looking for trouble with fake cigarettes or expired products.

And, they could guarantee that there wouldn't be another store within a five-hundred-meter radius of you.

Not to mention occasionally gifting you something during holidays and helping you with the annual tax review. Who wouldn't want to pay under such circumstances, right?

After all, it's a bang for the buck as elsewhere, you couldn't ensure that there wouldn't be a competing store within a five-hundred-meter radius even for three hundred thousand.

Except for in the countryside.

In many rural areas, there's only one convenience store for the whole village— a complete monopoly.

...

Lost in his wild thoughts—

Chen Yi had already opened the treasure chest, completing the process both quickly and efficiently.

He swiftly picked up the nearest chest, confirmed it was ready to open, and as the chest turned into white light and vanished, he tossed aside the items that came out of it. It took him just about four to five seconds to open a chest.

"Ding, congratulations to the player for successfully opening a chest, obtaining xxx prop, and L-level prop 'Fortune as Vast as the Eastern Sea' Luck Points +1..."

"Ding, congratulations to the player for successfully opening a chest, obtaining xxx prop, and L-level prop 'Fortune as Vast as the Eastern Sea' Luck Points +1..."

"Ding, congratulations to the player for successfully opening a chest, obtaining xxx prop, and L-level prop 'Fortune as Vast as the Eastern Sea' Luck Points +1..."

A series of notification sounds kept ringing in Chen Yi's ears.

Just like that.

It wasn't long before Chen Yi's Luck Points reached an impressive 100.

Then, Chen Yi stopped opening chests, his face full of anticipation. He pulled out a dagger from his bosom, held it in his hand, spread out the fingers of his right hand close to the ground, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and slammed the dagger toward his right hand on the ground.

"Sizz!"

The next second—

The sound of the blade piercing skin echoed.

The clear sensation of pain made Chen Yi open his eyes.

"..."

Chen Yi, with a somewhat expressionless face, looked at the dagger sticking out of the back of his right hand, silent without speaking. He had thought that even with his eyes closed, he would have hit between his fingers, which didn't make sense.

Why did it still hit the back of the hand?

Is this the effect of having 100 Luck Points?

It doesn't seem very useful.

"Eh..."

Seeing this, Tuberculosis Rabbit also felt a bit awkwardly embarrassed, touching its nose: "Maybe it's because the Luck Points are too low, or maybe it's because Sword Without End is nearby? After all, Yi, as you know, Sword Without End is exceptionally bad luck for people."

"Staying with Sword Without End too long, no one survives."

"The naturally bad luck that can be contagious to others."

"Maybe 100 Luck Points are not enough to offset Sword Without End's bad luck?"

"How about we ask Sword Without End to stay away and try again?"

"Go away!"

Sword Without End, with a gloomy expression, spoke: "Why are you so unpleasant as soon as you open your mouth? Aren't all of you still alive and well?"

"That's because Yi is tough," said Tuberculosis Rabbit with a wistful expression. "Before he met you, Yi never got hurt. Look at how many times he's been injured since meeting you. Not to mention our sister-in-law, nearly becoming an annual member of hell. Tie Chui and I aren't doing much better either."

"Wrong!"

Just then, Sword Without End's pupils suddenly flashed with a spark of insight: "Yi, 100 Luck Points must have some effect. I have a prop that can see how severe someone's injuries are."

"Your injury, Yi, although it looks quite bad and there's a lot of blood."

"But in reality, the tendons and bones are fine, and even important blood vessels weren't hit; it's stuck in at an extremely minor angle, so it won't affect the normal use of your right hand. This kind of injury will heal quickly."

"It won't cause much trouble; that must be the effect of having +100 Luck Points, otherwise it could have hurt the bone."

"Is that so?"

Chen Yi thoughtfully looked at his right hand, feeling there might be some rationale to what Sword Without End said. Indeed, he didn't feel an intense pain, and there was no hindrance or struggle in making a fist with his right hand—it all seemed smooth.

If it had been during a fight, an injury like this would hardly affect the battle at all; there would essentially be no impact.

He waved his right hand casually, and the injury on his hand instantly healed.

But he didn't hurry to open more chests, instead, he fell into contemplation.