There is One New Rule Every Month Globally

Chapter 292: Chapter 269: “Arrogance is death’s best friend.

“War Star Beast?”

Tuberculosis Rabbit blinked in astonishment and glanced over at Yi, who was feigning sleep on a beach chair not far away, before getting up and finding a clean patch of sand.

After sitting down cross-legged, he took out a packet of cigarettes from his chest and placed it on the ground.

He lit a cigarette and took a deep inhale before lighting another one and sticking it in the sand.

“Come on, take your time, no rush, get your thoughts in order before you speak.”

“What’s the deal with that cigarette you lit—what does it mean?”

“I’m offering you a smoke, of course. I never hog things to myself, haven’t you realized after all this time that I’m a generous guy?”

“Then why stick it in the sand?”

“Idiot, you don’t have a physical form, how am I supposed to put the cigarette in your mouth with you being just a voice?”

“…”

After a moment of silence, the Ancient God spoke with a somewhat aged tone, “I haven’t had control over myself for very long, so I’ll cut to the chase.”

“My name is Xie Bi’an.”

“I was once a player from a Threefold Planet.”

“I used to belong to Star System No. 18, but of course, by the time I ascended to the Threefold Planet, I was already beyond the Star System, heading to Starfield, an extremely vast continent.”

“The continent has various complex secret realms, mind-boggling traps, and all sorts of strange environments, and at the same time, countless races from numerous planets fight for survival on that continent.”

“These details aren’t important; with the current strength of Blue Star, or should I say, with Chen Yi’s strength, leading Blue Star to ascend as a Threefold Planet and head to the Starfield Continent shouldn’t be a problem at all.”

“However, because I did some wrong things, I was forcibly imprisoned within this Prop, all my consciousness wiped out, turning into a ghost that can only bemoan endlessly.”

“Let’s just describe myself as a ghost for now. I’m not sure what I am, unable to see my own body, but I can vaguely see the world around me.”

“It’s… it’s like watching the world through a condom; there’s always this very clear sense of blurriness.”

“Your description is spot on.”

“Thank you.”

The Ancient God paused for a moment before continuing, “Before this, when I was conversing with you, it wasn’t really my true consciousness, but rather my subconscious.”

“So you’ve been avoiding me all this time on purpose?”

“It’s not that I’ve been avoiding you on purpose; it’s my subconscious making me avoid you.”

“Why’s that?”

“Your chatter is too much, kind of annoying.”

“…Aren’t you supposed to talk incessantly inside the Prop, any punishment for going silent so many days?”

“Yes, I get electrocuted every day, and it hurts a lot.”

“Hurts and you still play hide-and-seek?”

“Between enduring your babbling and getting electrocuted, my subconscious chose the electrocution.”

“…”

Tuberculosis Rabbit remained expressionless for a while before speaking again, “Why use the word ‘endure’? Even though we’ve never met, I’ve always thought of us as friends.”

“That’s not the point.”

The Ancient God didn’t pick up on that but continued, “Actually, several hours ago, a War Star Beast entered your Star System, and that’s when I recovered my true consciousness.”@@novelbin@@

“I originally didn’t want to show up and reveal this.”

“After all, that could likely attract the attention of the ascension game. Although I still can’t leave this Prop, having recovered consciousness, at least it’s better than continuing to be imprisoned in a hazy state without consciousness.”

“But it wasn’t long before I realized that I hadn’t permanently regained my true consciousness, but temporarily.”

“And the reason I momentarily recovered consciousness, I suspect, has a lot to do with the War Star Beast breaking through from Starfield into Star System No. 3, which created a temporary portal between the two realms.”

“Through this portal, I felt the prayers of countless followers on Starfield, and it was this Power of Faith that temporarily restored my consciousness.”

“If… if I could return to Starfield, maybe I could permanently regain my consciousness, and even potentially escape from this Prop, constructing a true body of my own.”

Just as the Ancient God finished speaking, he waited somewhat nervously for Tuberculosis Rabbit’s response.

After all, there was only one way for him to return to Starfield.

That was for Blue Star to ascend to a Threefold Planet, and for Tuberculosis Rabbit to either not fully deplete his soul’s power before heading to Starfield or not trade or exchange the Prop.

‘Words of the Ancient God!’

This Prop had an effect that allowed for a trade with the Ancient God at some cost.

With each trade, Tuberculosis Rabbit could obtain immense physical strength.

But his Power of Faith would be greatly depleted until it was all gone.

As for the cost Tuberculosis Rabbit paid, they never reached him; they all went to the damned intermediary of the ascension game!!!

But at that moment—

He noticed Tuberculosis Rabbit flipping through a novel at high speed, which made him somewhat perplexed, “What are you looking through?”

“Right!”

Tuberculosis Rabbit suddenly nodded vigorously, closed the novel he was holding, and set it aside, lamenting, “No big deal, I was just thinking about a novel I read once. It had a similar plot.”

“Basically, the protagonist obtains a ring, and inside the ring, there’s an old man. This old man was once powerful but now only has his soul left.”

“He promised great rewards, assuring the protagonist that a favor now would be repaid in the future. Just when the protagonist had gone to great lengths to reshape a body for the old man, the old man emerged from the ring and consumed the protagonist’s soul power to repair his own,”

“Just like you.”

“…”

The Ancient God silently fantasized about the name of the novel beside Tuberculosis Rabbit.

‘The Dark Version of Battle Through the Heavens’.

“I never thought of that. I genuinely wanted to cooperate with you. I can help you avoid this catastrophic crisis. One of the Threefold Planets from the Starfield Continent is coming to trouble you. Without my guidance, Blue Star is likely to face an extinction-level calamity,”

“Just like Solar Star.”

“I’ve seen too many races get exterminated, and there’s a glaring commonality: not one of them ever thought they would be exterminated soon.”

“Arrogance is Death’s best friend.”

“Hmm…”

Tuberculosis Rabbit nodded, appearing to ponder seriously before asking, “You just said that because War Star Beasts temporarily opened a channel between Star System 3 and the Starfield Continent, you received the prayers of your followers and briefly regained consciousness.”

“Are you really an Ancient God?”

“I suppose so.”

The Ancient God fell silent, as if reluctant to delve into that part of history.

“You have to tell me first, what led to your confinement within a Prop? If it was a mistake, why wasn’t death the consequence, but instead confinement?”

After saying this, Tuberculosis Rabbit spoke no more, patiently waiting instead.

He didn’t immediately report the matter to Yi.

He was concerned that this might bring trouble to Yi.

Whom do you have to offend to end up confined within a Prop? Naturally, it’s offending the higher powers of the game.

A player confined within a Prop for offending the higher powers of the game, and them wanting to cooperate?

This is more than just a hot potato; it’s a matter of life and death.

If the Snow Sea Project Team finds out about this, will there be any repercussions for them?

No one can say for sure.

Yi is very strong, but that’s under the rules of the upgraded game. If the higher powers of the game decided to target Chen Yi, no matter how many Props he had, they could become useless in an instant.

After all, those Props were issued by the higher powers of the game.

The Ancient God seemed to dread revisiting his past and, after a long silence, finally said in a hoarse voice, “You should be able to guess who I offended, right?”

“It’s apparent.”

Tuberculosis Rabbit nodded and glanced at Yi, who was still feigning sleep on the nearby beach chair. He brought the nearly spent cigarette to his lips for a deep drag, gazing through the pale blue smoke at the horizon with extreme contentment.

“It can’t kill me.”

“Are you its father or something?”

Tuberculosis Rabbit couldn’t help but burst into an angry laughter. Was this a childish joke?

“I have a Prop that grants me 200 years of life, and as long as my life isn’t up, I cannot die by any means.”

“The priority of this rule is extremely high.”

“SS.98.”

“It can’t break this rule to kill me, so it had no choice but to confine me, intending to deplete my lifespan before finishing me off.”

“…”

Tuberculosis Rabbit suddenly fell silent. The information in that statement was beyond his comprehension. After a moment, he hesitantly said,

“Do you mean the higher powers of the game cannot directly invalidate your Prop?”

“Yes.”

The Ancient God replied, “Although the Prop comes from the higher powers of the game, they cannot control any Prop that has already been distributed to players, such as rendering a player’s Prop ineffective.”

“Conflict between player Props and the game can only arise in one scenario.”

“For instance, the higher powers of the game might lure a player into a trap they’ve set in advance, but the player has an invincible or undying Prop on them.”

“In such a case, it boils down to whose rule has higher priority.”

“The higher powers of the game are just a general term; the project team for Starfield is called the Starfield Project Team. They can’t directly kill players or use the map to trap and kill them.”

“But the highest level of map issued by Starfield is SS level. At the same level, a player’s Prop rules take precedence over the map’s rules, which means the Starfield Project Team can’t kill me through map rules they control. That’s why they had to go to greater lengths to imprison me in a Prop, hoping to exhaust my lifespan.”

“Alright,”

Tuberculosis Rabbit nodded, stood up, and walked over to Yi: “Let’s not talk about this for now. Yi needs to hear this; it’s beyond me.”

…

Ten minutes later.

Having understood the situation, Chen Yi didn’t open his eyes but casually said, “So, what did this Ancient God do to offend the Starfield Project Team?”

“What made them pay such a high price to imprison you in this Prop?”

“I don’t know. One day I went to sleep and suddenly found myself forcibly thrown into a map, and then it turned out this way.”

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