There is One New Rule Every Month Globally

Chapter 241: Chapter 233: “As the curtain rises and falls, who is the guest?

“Peiqi, I believe in you.”

Liu Xiaochan looked at Li Peiqi with a serious expression, clenching her small fists and nodding her head.

Li Peiqi, appearing somewhat dazed, was still for a moment before suddenly snatching back the cushion from Liu Xiaochan’s arms, jumped to her feet and stared straight ahead!

“What you said makes sense, I can’t just sit here waiting for death, I must plot my own path!”

“Starting today, I, Li Peiqi, shall take on the role of king of Neutron Star!”

“The first step is taking control of the entire Black Dragon Guild!”

“But the guild leader is a good person, isn’t it bad to kill him?”

“Then subdue him.”

“I’m not as strong as he is.”

“Then first improve your own strength.”

“Makes sense, let’s go down to the map together!”

…

And in a certain world.

At this moment—

A girl in a strappy nightdress was slowly materializing on the spot, looking a bit unresponsive and dazed.

Scanning her surroundings and not seeing that familiar figure, a hint of disappointment unwittingly flashed in the depths of her eyes.

“Xiaoqian!”

Just then, a low shout rang in her ears.

“Why are you playing mute? Didn’t you hear your master calling you?”

A middle-aged woman walked up furiously, sizing up Xiaoqian, noticing the absence of the Cinnabar on her wrist, her expression suddenly changed drastically.

“Where’s your Virgin Mark?”

“Have you given yourself to a man?”

“You filthy whore, don’t you know that as a maid of the royal palace, you must remain a virgin for life?

The woman’s words fell!

Her face twisted into a fierce scowl as she slapped Xiaoqian’s cheek!

“Slap!”

“Don’t think just because you were selected by the main game to go to a Novice Planet and serve as a template, you can rise up!”

“Let me tell you, you are a dog belonging to the royal palace for the rest of your life!”

“According to the rules of the royal palace, maids who have lost their virginity should be submerged in a pig cage, you’re finished, I’m telling you!”

Xiaoqian tilted her head, considering the middle-aged woman before her for a moment, then her red lips parted slightly: “Mom.”

“Want me to plead for you? Let me tell you, for a bitch like you…”

The voice suddenly stopped short!

The middle-aged woman froze in place, incredulously looking down at the jade arm piercing through her own chest, blood churning in her mouth, the vitality in her eyes gradually fading away.

“You… you dared to attack me… you’re dead for sure… filthy… filthy whore…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence, her life cut off, her head slumping to one side.

Xiaoqian slowly withdrew her arm from the chest of the middle-aged woman in front of her, crouched seriously beside the well, and scooped up a bucket of water to clean it, dark red blood dripped into the well water.

She had been chosen to be the template for Blue Star.

Such opportunities were not common.

The main game selected randomly.

Its main function was to use her as a template to create many female ghosts, then give them some basic operational rules, and deploy them to Blue Star.

In other words.

In the entire Thrilling World activity of Blue Star, she alone had thoughts, the other female ghosts were just puppets made of who knows what.

“Li Yide…”

Xiaoqian silently repeated this name in her heart, earnestly cleaning the blood on her arm, feeling as if her worldview had shifted—so, hating someone meant you could kill them?

Before this, she never knew she could kill.

In their world, one’s status was determined by their surname.

She was Xiaoqian.

Without a surname, her status was the lowest—no one would even bother to collect the body if she were beaten to death in the street.

Only for it to be carried away by stray dogs or for its decaying flesh to be pecked at by vultures.

The surname determined one’s social standing in this world.

No matter how strong you were, within this mountainous surname system, even if you were beaten to death alive, you couldn’t fight back. Otherwise, not only would your entire family suffer the consequences, enduring unbearable torture, but masses of the lower class would also be punished because of you.

This was a person from a caste system of extreme severity.

She had lived in a daze, serving as a maid in a royal mansion without even knowing how she arrived there or how she became a maid; she had forgotten everything.

Only remembering to listen to Mom’s words.

But… on that planet called Blue Star, a person named Li Yide had told her.

If you don’t like someone, you can kill them.

As long as your strength is greater than theirs, that’s all that matters.

There is no need for your surname to be of a higher status than theirs.

“…”

After cleaning off the bloodstains, Xiaoqian stood motionless in the same spot, silently lost in thought for a long time. She suddenly felt that in these short three days, she had learned a lot; in the worlds of others, this was the way it was.

That person named Li Yide would bring her lots of delicious things to eat.

Would hold her in his sleep.

Would place her legs on his shoulders.

Would call her baby.

Would… take her to see something called a movie, and would teach her many things.

It’s just that she seemed unable to find Li Yide now.

She was only chosen as a template by the levelling-up game for a chance to meet her benefactor; next time? No one knows when the next opportunity will come. This being that calls itself the levelling-up game only shows itself when selecting templates.

And it was at this moment—

Xiaoqian suddenly noticed that the area around her had suddenly filled with many people… or should it be said, many ghosts? That was how her benefactor referred to her.

Ghost.

A term that sounded rather pleasant to the ear.

“Who did it?”

A ghost with a large belly, dressed in embroidered finery, walked up to a few steps away from Xiaoqian, his eyes boring into her as he coldly demanded in a low voice, “Why do you not kneel upon seeing your master? Who gave you the courage?”

“Kneel!”

Following the large-bellied ghost were a multitude of Fierce Ghosts, each wielding various weapons, their expressions ferocious and their motions threatening, the enforcers of the royal mansion.

It was normal for a maid to be killed on any given day.

The surnames of those who could become guards were basically the same as those of maids, both belonging to the lowest level.

But the rules of this world were clear, men of the same surname status hold a higher position than women.

Mockery, beatings, and killings were permitted; no talking back, no retaliation.

Otherwise, the entire family would be killed.

The ones who raised their hands were not people from the royal mansion but all those upholding this caste system.

“Everyone’s come.”

The finally composed Xiaoqian looked around at the familiar faces, yet she felt as if they were from a different era, as if this place was the false world, and her lips unintentionally curled into a light smile.

She began to hum softly.

“Passers-by move on, the old colors unseen.”

Her ethereal and clear voice rang out abruptly over the oppressive and gloomy skies of the royal mansion.

It was a song taught to her by her benefactor.

The first line of the song ended.

The sky above the mansion suddenly turned into an extremely glaring blood-red color, and Xiaoqian, wrapped in a dress of red blood, didn’t know when it had happened.

“The one on stage sings, her heartbreaks in a farewell song.”

Suddenly, countless rose petals floated in the air, Xiaoqian twisted her neck slightly, and dozens of heads quickly spread out from her body, each one blood-red and with eyes that were eerily reddish.

About sixty or seventy heads covered Xiaoqian’s body.

They sang in unison.

Their melody was eerie and bone-chilling.

“The word ‘love’ is hard to set in ink; she sings with blood as her blend.”

The crowd that had just gathered began to flee in terror, but it was already too late.

“The curtain rises, the curtain falls, who is but a guest.”@@novelbin@@

As the fourth line of the song finished.

There was not a living thing left; the grand mansion was silently desolate, with a thick stench of death hanging over it.

The ground was like a river of blood, as if the blood moon had melted.

“Whitewashed.”

After who knows how long, a soft murmur of a girl’s complaint resounded in the silent mansion.

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