Weird Rules Rumor: At The Beginning, He Insisted That He Was Not Dead-Chapter 86: Train of the Century (6)
A violet beam pierced through from behind, tearing her head apart.
Bai Lian emerged from the shadows, approached his true form as the Shadow Sovereign, glanced at the headless corpse on the ground, and smirked: “You thanked me too soon.”
“Such arrogance! Do you think you’re some fairy who can take everything?”
As the Shadow Sovereign’s true form vanished, Bai Lian picked up the note that had fallen to the ground. Suddenly, he froze, slapped his forehead, and muttered in frustration: “Dammit, I forgot to loot everything. That guy’s backpack probably had more items.”
He’d been so focused on retrieving the note that he’d acted too hastily. Regret gnawed at him.
But not all was lost.
“These gloves aren’t bad!” Bai Lian examined the pair he’d stripped from the corpse. They were black, made not of leather but some unknown material. He tugged at them—surprisingly durable, with decent protective qualities.
Slipping them on, they fit perfectly, as if tailored for him.
【Stream Chat Reactions】
【Starting the game with just a mouth—everything else you have to scavenge!】
【So brutal! What did this girl do to offend Bai Lian? Did she slap his ancestors’ grave?】
“Unbelievable! He was way gentler with Mo Lu and Winnie in previous dungeons. A true harem protagonist!”
【Theory: Mo Lu was key to clearing her dungeon, Winniе was unkillable, but Jian Ran… she’s just an employee, right?】
【Pretty but dumb. Instead of fleeing with loot, she stayed to monologue. Did she really think she’d win?】
【Let’s be honest—without Bai Lian, she’d have been a powerhouse. Look at her speed! Not your average newbie.】
【Just unlucky to cross paths with Bai Shen. A classic case of ‘wrong place, wrong time.’】
Clapping his hands, Bai Lian read the note. The handwriting was messy but legible:
“Been trapped here a full day. No one comes. No sounds. Going mad—where’s the exit?”
“Day two. Still stuck. Hear water but can’t find it. So thirsty!”
“Nighttime now. Strange noises. ‘Senchhi’ keeps moving, but no one enters this carriage. Trapped...”
“Don’t trust intuition—advice from a senior conductor. What does it mean? Feels like the key to escaping!”
“Liars! All liars!!! No exit! NO!!!”
“It’s here. Watching me. Hear its sounds. I’ll die soon.”
“Li...”
The text ended abruptly, as if the writer had been interrupted mid-sentence.
“Useless fragments!” Bai Lian cursed, gulping water from a bottle. The note’s mention of thirst made him parched.
Wait—something felt off. Both notes highlighted thirst and missing water. One carriage without water was odd, but two? And this area resembled a park with flowing streams, yet the note claimed none existed. Was water the key?
He drank again, pondering. Water cost 1 Rule Point per bottle—trivial for him.
“Players shouldn’t need to drink…”
Players and anomalies were both beings detached from the living world. They could only die by another’s hand or breaking dungeon rules. Starvation or dehydration? Impossible. So why the emphasis on water?
Unless new rules enforced it.
The note’s only useful clue: the writer had been trapped here.
Trapped.
Bai Lian abruptly turned back, retracing his steps. After kicking the corpse toward nearby trees, he marched onward—but the scenery repeated endlessly. Dozens of meters walked, yet Carriage 15’s entrance remained unseen. Trees flanked the stone path, stretching into infinity.
He halted. Clearly, he’d entered a trap, just like the note described.
“Don’t trust intuition…”
If the clue was true, every action must defy instinct. His gut said retreat, so he pressed forward instead.
Rustle—
A sound behind him. Bai Lian spun around. A shadow—small, animal-like—darted away. He gave chase, but logic warred with the clue: Don’t trust intuition.
If his instinct was to pursue, the correct move was to flee the opposite way.
“This is insane!” he muttered, sprinting toward the creature.
The thing ahead bolted faster, as if terrified.
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