There is One New Rule Every Month Globally

Chapter 358: Chapter 307_2

This means that most of the indigenous people here yearn for peace; it’s just that no one has spoken up.

Seeing these children, who once had nothing but fear in their eyes, now playfully tossing sandbags in the streetlights at night without restraint, something inside him felt a stir. The parents standing by, watching their children, didn’t reach for AK47s when they saw their own kids toppled by sandbags.

Instead, they chatted and laughed with other parents.

Even so,

he could sense that these parents were still somewhat tense, obviously still worried that the person standing opposite might launch an attack at any moment, a psychological shadow left by years of conflict.

Everyone was cautiously and luxuriously enjoying this hard-won peace.

Just then—

The door of the house swung open.

“Mr. Chen Yi.”

Qin Le pushed the door open and looked displeasedly at Chen Yi, who was smoking by the window, and complained, “Mr. Chen Yi, the doctor and I both told you, you shouldn’t drink cold water when your throat hurts—it will only make it more uncomfortable. And you should try not to smoke as well.”

“Teacher, you haven’t slept for a long time. If you keep this up, you’ll have health issues.”

“It’s okay.”

Chen Yi stood calmly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, bringing the cigarette between his fingers to his lips. He looked out at the street urchins through the swirling blue smoke and suddenly smiled, “You know, I’ve killed a lot of people.”

“I know.”

Qin Le, standing behind Chen Yi, spoke softly, “The vice-chairman of Red Skull told me about his first encounter with you. He said the killing intent in you was so intense it was frightening. He told me that without personally killing tens of thousands, one wouldn’t have such an aura.”

“Hm.”

Chen Yi nodded slightly, “I’ve killed many people, so many that I can’t even remember the count. I might have killed more than all the people in your world combined.”

“Ah?”

A flicker of disbelief crossed Qin Le’s eyes as he stammered, “The people you’ve killed outnumber the population of our world? Our world has a population close to a hundred million—is it more than that?”

“Not just a bit more, it is several points more.”

“Does… does that make a difference?”

“A bit more means moving the decimal point one place to the left; several points more means moving the decimal point several places to the left.”

“Several… places to the left?”

Qin Le looked down at his ten fingers, pondering for a long time before the thought struck him. Hundreds of billions of people?

The teacher had killed hundreds of billions of people?@@novelbin@@

Where on earth did he kill all those people?

Chen Yi paid no attention to Qin Le’s shock. Perhaps, in his heart, he felt that after this task was over, there wouldn’t be much interaction with Qin Le. He had said many things he shouldn’t have.

“Hm.”

“They were all people who opposed me.”

“Actually, I’m a person who loves peace. A long, long time ago, I had a brother in life and death, his name was Tuberculosis Rabbit.”

“Back then, although we didn’t earn much, we lived happily and joyfully.”

“That kind of life was very interesting.”

“Then things gradually changed. I became stronger, but also attracted some foolhardy people. I don’t understand why they provoked me. I tried to remind others not to provoke me by using slaughter.”

“But they seemed not to understand.”

“Or maybe, they always confidently believed that they could handle me.”

“Just like this time.”

After being silent for a while, Chen Yi pinched out the cigarette in his hand and flicked it away, muttering to himself as if he was talking to no one in particular, “The Feng Family from the Annihilation Starfield Project Team, are you disappointed in me? It seems I haven’t made too many blunders in this map.”

“And I’m about to complete it successfully, even exceeding the mission objectives.”

“Actually, before you switched the debut map for us, I even thought that as long as you came to apologize, the grudges between us might be settled. But then you tripped me up from behind.”

“What should I do about this?”

“You think the project team is unkillable?”

“Do you really believe that?”

“Is that your confidence?”

“Enjoy your moment, for you will be the first step in my quest for world peace. I’ve been thinking about how to end all this absurdity, and now it suddenly became clear to me.”

“I want to bring peace to the world.”

“Return to the calm life of the beginning.”

Qin Le, standing behind Chen Yi, couldn’t quite understand what Mr. Chen Yi was talking about, but she grasped something. She knew the teacher wasn’t from this world, he was a spokesman for the gods, yet it seemed like he was discussing matters of other worlds.

“Teacher, are you considering how to bring peace to other worlds?”

She ventured tentatively.

“Hm.”

Chen Yi regained his composure with a calm expression, nodding lightly and smiling without saying a word.

“So, Teacher, do you plan to bring peace to other worlds as well?”

“Yes.”

“Like the way it is now?”

“A bit different.”

“Different how?”

“There are two ways to achieve world peace, one is like on Rogue Star.”

“And the other?”

“When everyone in this world dies, it naturally becomes peaceful.”

“…”

Qin Le looked up at Chen Yi’s clear eyes somewhat blankly, at a loss for what to say next.

…

Downstairs.

The president of Red Skull, Wang Zhongyi, with red-rimmed eyes, gazed at the children playing enthusiastically with sandbags under the night sky on the street below, his lips tightly closed, not speaking. This was a scene he had dreamt of countless times as a child.

He had thought such scenes would never come to pass.

Yet in his lifetime, it had truly happened.

Though he was too old to join in, and the sister who had first played sandbags with him had long since passed away, he had… finally seen this moment.

He looked up at the shadow of Chen Yi in front of the high-rise’s floor-to-ceiling window.

If not for the Teacher.

He would have never seen this scene in his life.

In this life, he had no regrets.

…

Fourteen days had passed.

It had been fourteen days since Chen Yi entered this map. Starting from Ao City as his base, he began to radiate his influence to the surrounding cities. Their ideology spread through the population at an extremely rapid pace, much like a virus.

At first, they had to actively conquer the local dark forces that refused to repent, showing the local population a glimmer of hope.

But as their power grew, so did their fame.

More and more forces began to join them willingly.

Most people yearned for peace.

Of course, some leaders of the dark forces were very resistant to Chen Yi and his team; if peace was restored, their current social status would plummet in an instant, and they would lose the prestige they held today.

They organized a large group of Centaurs to resist the existence of Chen Yi and the others.

Chen Yi, however, did not need to act; he only need to command from the rear.

Large forces following him would, with excited and thrilled expressions, bellow for a righteous battle, unleashing greater combat power than ever before, fearlessly charging toward these adversaries!

They crumbled almost instantly.

Every native who died in battle for him received his personal reception.

Chen Yi told everyone that those who died fighting for peace would skip Judgment Day and directly return to their previous worlds; when they opened their eyes again, they would find a world of peace and harmony.

With this assurance,

Countless were willing to die in battle for him.

Everyone thought it an honor to die for peace. Although he possessed neither combat power nor professional abilities, he had faith. When one person becomes the faith of all, it no longer matters whether that person has abilities.

…

In Ao City, a young man looked displeasedly at the distant back of Chen Yi and whispered to his elderly father beside him, “Father, do you really believe what that man says about Judgment Day and the old world?”

“It feels like everyone is under some kind of spell.”

“I do not.”

The old man, leaning on a cane with an aged face, replied with a raspy, smiling voice.

“Ah?”

The young man was taken aback, bewildered and disbelievingly said, “Dad, are you listening to yourself? If you don’t believe, why did you join Chen Yi’s forces with the heritage that’s been passed down through generations in our family?”

“If you don’t believe, why are we supporting him?”

“Does belief matter?”

The elderly man glanced at the young man beside him and gestured meaningfully towards the playing children in the background, “What does it matter whether we believe or not?”

“What difference does it make whether it’s true or not?”

“Sometimes, people need to be a bit foolish to be a bit happier.”

“Like now.”

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