Weird Rules Rumor: At The Beginning, He Insisted That He Was Not Dead

“But, brother, you should know—to open a shop, you need to verify assets of at least 50,000 Rule Points.”

To ensure Bai Lian wouldn’t attempt heading to the Trading Association Center, Shi Xiaoke quietly added, “If you don’t have that many points, just find a spot and set up a stall. Sell whatever you can.”

50,000 Rule Points?

“Got it.”

Bai Lian nodded and asked, “Where’s the Trading Association Center?”

Shi Xiaoke blinked in surprise.

Is he serious?

“Why go there?” he asked skeptically.

Bai Lian replied matter-of-factly, “To open a shop, obviously. Didn’t you say that’s where you rent plots?”

“You… have 50,000 Rule Points?” He couldn’t believe it.

Bai Lian wore no decent armor, let alone weapons. How could a rookie have 50,000 Rule Points?

If he did, why wasn’t he buying gear?

Did he plan to tackle dungeons barehanded?

Dungeons grew harder with each tier. Surviving without equipment or skills was impossible past the early stages!

Was this guy just bluffing?

“So what if I have 50,000 Rule Points?” Bai Lian confirmed with a nod.

Shi Xiaoke’s doubt deepened. He pointed ahead. “Walk straight. The largest building at the street’s end is the Trading Association Center.”

“Thanks! I’ll give you a discount when my shop opens!” Bai Lian smiled.

Shi Xiaoke forced a laugh and hurried away, muttering, “I’ve got errands. You’ll manage!”

He didn’t go far—lingering nearby to observe.

Is he for real?

Bai Lian noticed but ignored him, striding toward the center.

The deeper he went, the stronger the players around him became.

Soon, a colossal structure loomed ahead—four towering pillars carved with eerie reliefs, its obsidian walls radiating gravity. A golden sign above its gates read: Trading Center.

The crowd here was denser, more disciplined. Players queued orderly to enter.

Bai Lian joined the shortest line.

From a distance, Shi Xiaoke’s eyes bulged. He’s actually queuing?!

Damn, does he really have 50k Rule Points?

A rookie with that stash? Unthinkable!

Unless… he’s a top player incognito?

Shi Xiaoke shuddered, relieved he hadn’t crossed Bai Lian. Offending elites here was risky, but encountering them in dungeons? Deadly.

He slipped away, swapping masks to avoid notice.

So I’m the real rookie, and you’re the big shot? Since when do elites cosplay newbies?!

The process was seamless.

Inside the Trading Center, Bai Lian verified his Rule Points, received a land contract and business license, then hired builders.

Efficiency here was staggering—no bureaucracy.

For 1,000 Rule Points, a pristine white shop materialized on the eastern street within half an hour.

Conscience Store

Bai Lian admired the black-lettered sign against the white facade. The emphasis? Conscience.

Now, he’d teleport directly here instead of the main gate.

He placed Transformation Books on the shelves—useless to him since players could change classes only once.

A notice by the door declared:

【Loans Available! Short on Rule Points? Borrow Here! Transformation Books for Sale!】

Settling behind the counter, Bai Lian waited.

He wasn’t worried.

In the Mysterious World, countless players struggled for Rule Points.

No one else offers loans. I’m the monopoly.

“Loans? They’ll really lend Rule Points here?”

As predicted, a player soon paused at the sign, skepticism etched on his face.

He stepped inside—and froze.

Transformation Books.

Dozens.

Hundreds?!

His jaw dropped.

It was like stumbling into a vault of gold ingots.

Transformation Books were rare—typically consumed immediately after dungeon clears. Only specific dungeons dropped extras, and even then, scarcely.

Rarity meant exorbitant prices. The cheapest cost 1,000 Rule Points. This stockpile? Worth over 100,000!

This guy’s a heavyweight. A monster in disguise!