There is One New Rule Every Month Globally

"Actually, befriending these people is not entirely useless, as long as interests align and there's not too much danger, they can indeed offer considerable assistance."

"You can only consider them allies, not friends."

"Enough about that, come on, drink up! It's not easy for us all to get together, so let's not talk about these mood-killers anymore."

The banquet was in full swing.

And the aftermath work was also underway.

The aftermath wasn't just about cleaning up corpses, but also dealing with those players who had been charmed by Wang Qi's Prop and had fallen into its thrall.

In the name of humanity.

These players were carried out wrapped in white cloth, and after being brought out, they were all housed in a temporary base set up outside the battlefield, each one allocated to a single room.

It could be said, they preserved the players' dignity to the greatest extent possible.

They were spared the indignity of appearing nude before the cameras.

As time passed, these players were gradually waking up and regaining their lost memories.

...

"..."

Inside a single room in the temporary base, a player with a pale face looked down at his swollen and red privates, his reason having been lost instantly after the pink powder entered his body, and now his memory had fully recovered.

He remembered everything.

He had thrown himself at a Void Monster.

And afterward, he was forcibly pulled out.

And then thrown into this single room.

The nauseating feeling made him itch all over, unable to bear it!!!

"Ahh!!!"

Overcome with despair, the player covered his face with his hands and painfully rushed out of the base, fleeing into the distance.

It's said that years later,

this player became a philosopher, and after reflecting on that night's experience, said with an unfazed expression and wrinkled face, "After that day, I saw through the frivolities of life, and no longer harbored the slightest yearning for worldly desires."

He achieved no small measure of success.

...

Meanwhile, in the adjacent room.

A Minotaur Player and a female Centaur Player hastily disentangled themselves and wrapped their bodies in clothing, each scooting to a corner of the room.

The pupils of the two players were filled with anger, embarrassment, intolerance, and surprise as they looked at each other.

The emotions in their eyes were even more complex and unpredictable than the flavors of a Häagen-Dazs cake.

"You!!"

This female Centaur Player, her face flushed with mortification, was the first to glare fiercely at the Minotaur Player. She hadn't anticipated that merely supporting the battlefield would get her caught in the blast of that perverted Prop!

The war was over!

But she had been defiled, and would've rather it been by a member of her own Race, but it was an Alien Race player instead!

Furthermore, it was by an Alien Race player with the head of a cow!

Oh my god, cow heads are just a snack in their race's cuisine, and she was defiled by a snack!

But at the same time, she couldn't help the strange flicker in her eyes, recalling that the cow's mouth didn't seem to have any fishy taste at all, nothing like the cow heads she usually ate.

And the tongue was exceptionally thick, with light barbs, giving a strong sensation when licked.

The feeling... was completely different.

And the male players of her own Race were so weak, limply devoid of any sensation, but this Minotaur Player was extremely strong!

The Minotaur Player also stared fixedly at the half-human, half-horse player, his nostrils flaring as he breathed heavily, similarly angry. He never imagined his first time would be with a horse!

But...

But that horse's butt was really intoxicating!

All the male players of his Clan possessed Divine Power and were extremely careful during their first time in fear of accidentally crushing their partners, but with this player, there was no need for caution, she could take whatever force he applied.

It was extremely satisfying for him.

The two players, though both belonging to the Awesome Starfield, would normally have no interaction, but now as fate would have it, they cooked the raw rice into a done deal, and the more they looked at each other, the stranger the glances became!

The anger on their faces when they woke up was quickly fading away.

Time passed, indeterminable.

The Minotaur Player was the first to break the awkward silence, hesitating before finally asking cautiously, "Shall we go out together?"

And the Centaur female player, with her head held low and silent for a long while, finally said softly, "Okay."

Long, long after,

these two players, having overcome the myriad obstacles presented by their respective Races, officially got together and to their surprise found out there was no reproductive barrier between the two, successfully giving birth to a son.

He had human legs instead of a horse's behind and was exceptionally strong-limbed.

His head bore small cow horns and a cow nose, rather than a large cow head, which made him look incredibly cute.

During this time, the players of these two Races also began to interact more and more frequently, the more they saw each other, the more they discovered that the other was their dream mate.

The female Minotaur players, thrilled with the weakness of the male Centaur players, no longer had to worry about being crushed to death. The Centaur males were also excited; they had always been considered strong, giving them a sense of accomplishment.

Similarly, the male players of the Minotaur Clan also gave huge thumbs up to the female players of the Centaur Race, and the Centaur women cried tears of joy, realizing that they had always been merely having their ears picked.

As the two Races became more closely associated, they eventually formed one large Tribe.

And the beginning of all this was influenced by two stubborn players who insisted on being together.