Free-for-All

After saying this, his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness outside the door.

Everyone hesitated.

The initial excitement of leaving cooled, and someone said unwillingly, "Since we can leave now, it's alright if I go first, isn't it?"

No one spoke, and no one moved. The man who spoke gritted his teeth; he was the only survivor in his entire team, and if he stayed here any longer, he truly didn't know if he would survive.

With that thought in mind, he carefully approached the North Gate and took a deep breath into the darkness inside.

"I'll scout ahead for you." He gave himself a perfectly justifiable excuse.

The moment his fingers plunged into the darkness, the man's expression changed, and he instantly withdrew his arm. The blood, which had congealed in the darkness, seemed to have just been switched on, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Ahh!"

The man knelt on the ground, clutching his arm; his palm was now empty, only blood gushing out.

Someone tried to stop the bleeding with a healing Weird Object, but several attempts to apply energy to it all resulted in an ineffective response.

"The bleeding won't stop!" the healer exclaimed in astonishment. "This strange knife wound cannot be healed by Weird Object!"

"What?"

"Thank goodness I didn't go."

"Impossible, impossible!" The man with the severed hand turned deathly pale upon hearing that the bleeding wouldn't stop. He frantically stood up and pleaded with the squad members, "Please, save me! I can't die like this!"

Several teams tried treating the Weird Object, but still couldn't stop the bleeding.

The man gradually lost consciousness and stopped breathing.

From then on, no one dared to risk passing through that door again.

More and more people gathered outside the residential area. Due to the power outage, many strange people came downstairs to find out what was going on. After discovering that their family members were missing, they all began to act strangely.

As the eerie first roar faded, An Ying turned and ran into the darkness without hesitation. "Go save them!"

This is a no-brainer; taking the majority of people away is the best option, since they originally intended to leave with everyone.

Even if some people don't want to make this choice, there's nothing they can do. Their choices now are either to save most of the people and leave together, or, as Lin Yi said, to kill all the other residents.

But the key issue is that the residents here are all supernatural beings. How could they possibly kill so many of them?

There are more strange creatures here than there, and there are even a few S-Rank creatures with extremely abnormal Rules abilities. This is an impossible task.

In Building One building, there are always more strange creatures than players. This is a fact that every player knows. In this neighborhood, there are three or four times more strange creatures than players.

In the darkness at this moment, eeriness is so numerous it's almost overwhelming.

An Ying leaped up and landed on the dimly lit street lamp, the Bamboo Umbrella standing steadily above her head.

Using the light, he accurately spotted the group of people trapped in the strange pile.

"Bang!"

The Bamboo Umbrella was pushed out, spinning rapidly to block several strange attacks, waking the people who were in a hallucination. They saw An Ying standing in front of them.

The white-haired youth gripped the Bamboo Umbrella tightly in one hand, and with the other, he randomly grabbed a person, lifted them up with his energy, and tossed them toward the North Gate: "Run!"

The remaining people quickly grabbed their Weird Objects and ran away.

An Ying was fighting the eerie creature alone in the darkness. His movements were swift, and his white hair stood out conspicuously in the darkness, easily captured by the eerie Camerahead that was also downstairs.

"Welcome to the live stream, handsome young man with white hair!"

Having just experienced the Rules of the live stream a few days ago, An Ying knew that responding to the Camerahead's strange questions would only confuse her, so she simply ignored it. She tossed the Bamboo Umbrella upwards, jumped, stepped on it, and used the momentum to push off, landing on a street lamp.

The Camerahead stood eerily tilted in the darkness, its head lolling to one side, sparks occasionally flying from the tangled wires behind it— Chainsaw that had been chopped by Tao Yuan the night before last.

One of his legs was also injured; it was from Bai Yang's cat Puppet scratching him.

It didn't move, but the eerie Neighbors beside it opened its one-mouthed face wide and bit into the lamppost.

The sharp teeth snapped off a large chunk of rock with a "crunch," like biting into a piece of Chocolate. The telephone pole, now missing a large rock, lost its balance and began to shake violently.

An Ying quickly jumped onto another lamp, causing the original streetlight to collapse with a crash, pinning the eerie creature firmly under the rocks.

In the darkness, four or five more eerie creatures gathered around the streetlight where An Ying was standing.

This is never-ending... An Ying's gaze swept across the distance. He couldn't linger here. The other strange things weren't insurmountable, but this S-Rank Camerahead was the real problem...

Just then, a ghostly Camerahead, and soon after, a white-haired ghost who looked somewhat similar to him appeared beside the Camerahead.

That's the Camerahead's bizarre "editing" Rules, which can edit together people who have been guests on the live stream.

An Ying leaned forward slightly and aimed at the strange Neighbors who was trying to gnaw on the telephone pole again. When the current in her Bamboo Umbrella reached its maximum, she seized the opportunity and jumped down. Using the momentum, she pierced the Neighbors's mouth with the tip of the umbrella.

The tip of the umbrella pierced through the eerie mouth and into the back of the head. An Ying pulled out the umbrella and caught a Weird Object that looked like a long tongue.

After dealing with the peculiar creature that only knew how to gnaw on things, he endured the attacks of the white-haired monster and returned to the streetlight to rest.

If any strange creature jumps up, An Ying will swipe her umbrella and knock it down.

Just as he was locked in a stalemate with these strange creatures, a deafening roar suddenly came from the direction of Building Two not far away.

He squinted instinctively and saw two crimson halos flashing high in the sky, casting a reddish glow over the area.

Upon closer inspection, those bright red things were clearly the eyes of the Bai Yang Little Rabbit!

Bai Yang sat comfortably atop the fluffy Little Rabbit's head, looking down at the others from the towering Little Rabbit's back. They appeared as tiny as Puppet, easily manipulated and played with.

The night wind tousled the boy's black hair, and in the darkness, only his enthusiastic, somewhat excited, commands could be heard.

"Little Rabbit, stomp them to death!"

The Little Rabbit can't knock down the buildings in the S-Class Aberration world, but he can still kill the supernatural beings.

"Look at him, all talk and no action again."

Under the Moonlit Night, he swiftly dealt with the Chess-Playing Specter in front of him, then carefully stored the Weird Object chessboard in his backpack.

The Writer beside him nodded with a smile, while beckoning back the Weird Object had died in his writing.

After clearing away this eerie place, the Writer wrote:

You should go to the Dark Side.

Moonlit Night sheathed her sword. "Then I'll leave this to you and Bai Yang."

[Good]

The Moonlit Night was gone, and the Writer was pushed unimpeded by a pair of hands behind him to the front door. All the strange creatures along the way ignored him until he saw An Ying being besieged by the strange creatures by the roadside of Building Two, at which point he stopped.