There is One New Rule Every Month Globally-Chapter 486 - 345: "Has Yi been maintaining this posture for a long time?"_4
"..."
Chen Yi remained expressionless and silent, propping his chin with one hand and deep in thought without speaking. Weren't we told that a 100% of imagined diseases could be cured? Could the prop panel be deceiving?
"Wait a second!"
The Tuberculosis Rabbit, suddenly realizing something with a flash of possible understanding and a somewhat weird expression, spoke up, "Is there a chance that we've been wrong from the start? That Tie Chui isn't mentally handicapped? Could it be that he was simply born with a low IQ and a bit of a stutter?"
Chen Yi also started to catch on and turned to look at Jiaye, "What? Wasn't Tie Chui diagnosed with pathological mental handicap?"
"Not sure."
Jiaye also seemed lost: "We've never had him checked at a hospital. But he has been like this since childhood, and after searching the internet, I thought it was cerebral palsy."
"..."
For a moment, everyone fell silent.
So Tie Chui's brain was never sick?
He was just born this way?
"That doesn't make sense."
The Tuberculosis Rabbit, unsatisfied, spoke up, "Even if Tie Chui was born with a low IQ, being mentally deficient should still count as an imagined disease, right? Why can't it be cured?"
"Does a low IQ count as a disease?"
"What else could it be?"
"Then, would a high IQ count as a disease?"
"Of course!" the Tuberculosis Rabbit declared with conviction: "Doesn't the internet say that Einstein had a brain condition, which is why he had a high IQ? That definitely counts as a disease."
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Chen Yi didn't pay attention to the argument between the Tuberculosis Rabbit and Sword Without End. Given the situation, it seemed Tie Chui's brain couldn't be fixed for now; not even an Ultimate Prop could do it. This was beyond their current ability to deal with.
Perhaps they would have to look for props that could fix IQ in the future.
"Right."
The Tuberculosis Rabbit slapped his forehead, speaking somewhat speechlessly, "Look at my memory, I almost forgot about such an important matter. I was too focused on eating melon. How could I forget such an important thing."
Then he hurriedly pulled out a battered pair of boots from his bosom and jogged over to Chen Yi, handing them over with a sycophantic smile.
"Yi, here, please take good care of the SSS-grade prop, the Sea God's Boots."
"This is the prop you hooked using the Gold Miner profession just before you left for the White Phoenix Clan's territory for the first time, an SSS-grade prop, take a look."
"SSS-grade?"
Chen Yi, not having time to react, was momentarily stunned, looking incredulously at the pair of boots that slightly smelled of the sea. The panel for the boots then popped up.
The series of prop effects listed on the panel.
And the lucent light flowing around the panel.
Caused Chen Yi's breath to catch.
Even his body tensed up—this was an SSS-grade prop! He had actually hooked an SSS-grade prop using the Gold Miner? Could the Gold Miner really hook an SSS-grade prop?
Although the occupational effect of the Gold Miner explicitly stated it could hook props of any grade, with SSS-grade as the upper limit, he had never imagined he'd be lucky enough to actually snag an SSS-grade prop.
...
Six hours later.
It was now nine o'clock in the evening, and the night had turned dark.
"Delicious!"
The Tuberculosis Rabbit sat next to the barbecue grill, fanning the fragrant meat on it with a pu fan, took a deep breath with a satisfied expression, and couldn't help but lament with a face full of happiness, "It's a shame I can't drink alcohol in October; it detracts from the enjoyment. Otherwise, that would really be living the good life!"
"Right."
The Tuberculosis Rabbit, suddenly recalling something, looked up at Yi, who was sitting at the edge of the beach, motionless and seriously fiddling with the huge mining hook, and said with a somewhat strange expression, "Yi has been in that pose for a long time, hasn't he?"
"Yeah."
Sword Without End nodded in agreement, grabbed a handful of kebabs and stuffed them into his mouth, and after a hefty chew, shook his head helplessly, "Ever since Yi found out six hours ago that he hooked an SSS-grade Sea God's Boots using the Gold Miner occupation."
"He has maintained that pose."
"He's not eating, not sleeping, not caring about anything else."
"He seems determined to hook another SSS-grade prop before the Gold Miner profession expires."
"The wife tried to persuade him, to no avail."
