Game Room No. 1

An Ying's pink eyes swept over the NPCs' skimpy clothing, and he frowned in disgust.

Besides the NPCs, he also saw more than a dozen other players.

The players were easy to identify here. Although An Ying's clothes had changed from a black combat suit suitable for fighting to a luxurious suit jacket after he arrived, the players' uneasy and wary expressions were still easy to recognize.

"Honored guest, I am your attendant, 004. The game has yet to begin. If you need anything, please tell me, and I will do everything I can to help."

As An Ying surveyed the place, a scantily clad female NPC approached gracefully.

Without changing expression, An Ying took a chip worth 50 from his pocket. "Sorry for the trouble."

A smile immediately blossomed on the NPC's lips. She lowered her head and accepted the chip with both hands. "Thank you for your generosity, honored guest."

Looks like a chip worth 50 is quite substantial, An Ying thought.

After putting the chip away, 004 took out a sheet of paper and respectfully handed it to him. "Honored guest, I believe you'll need this."

It was a perfectly standard sheet of A4 paper. In these Weird Worlds, only rules took this form.

[Game Room No. 2 rules:

1. Gambling is allowed, welcomed, and mandatory in this game room.

2. Complete * rounds of gambling and win to obtain the key to leaving this eerie scenario.

3. Losing ** will result in death.

4. Cheating is prohibited. It is disrespectful to the game.

5. Kill ** and ** to achieve a Perfect Clear.

6. ***...]

Only five rules on the paper were legible. From the sixth rule onward, there was a mass of indecipherable gibberish. Even in the first five, some key words had been blurred out, making reading them a waste of time.

Even An Ying, who often encountered rules that played dirty like this, couldn't help twitching his lips. He put the rules away helplessly.

It was a little better than knowing nothing, but not by much. If he hadn't tipped the NPC, he probably wouldn't even have gotten these incomplete rules.

An Ying waited patiently by the entrance. He remembered there were three places left at door No. 2, and he wondered who would come in.

Did the other doors have limits too?

The Weird World couldn't possibly have set up an unnecessary step. Even if An Ying didn't want to think so, he was already certain that the four doors could admit fewer people than there had been in front of them.

Some people would inevitably reach the entrance only to find there weren't enough places for them to enter. He wasn't worried about his teammates, but he didn't want to see people killing one another either.

The countdown dropped to five minutes, yet no one else had entered through this door. An Ying tapped the handle of his umbrella lightly with one finger, then froze after a single tap.

He sensed a gaze sweeping straight toward him from somewhere, blatant and almost undisguised.

An Ying turned and met a gaze somewhere on the second floor.

Before the wooden railing stood a young man with his chin resting on the back of one hand. His shoulder-length black hair was tied in a small ponytail, and his green eyes were smiling as he gave An Ying a small wave.

The young man wore a black casual suit, with a silver bell hanging at his waist. A long saber with a small peachwood sword dangling from it was particularly conspicuous.

The instant their eyes met, An Ying burst into motion at extreme speed. He swept past the NPCs like an afterimage, and the next time he appeared, he was already on the second floor.

"Where's Bai Yang?" An Ying asked coldly, pressing the tip of his umbrella against Moonlit Night's chest.

"Him? He's probably resting in peace by now. That stupid rabbit of his swallowed him whole, and he went to meet the King of Hell." Moonlit Night made an exaggerated gesture with an amiable air, earning a somewhat speechless look from An Ying.

He recalled Bai Yang saying that Moonlit Night "put on a mysterious act" and "liked to scare people." Sure enough, he had been right.

"Why are you here? What are you trying to do this time?" Seeing no hostility from him, An Ying lowered his weapon. If Moonlit Night wasn't here to target someone, then the eerie beings here would be the ones to suffer.

Strangely enough, some rules of the eerie were absolute, causing instant death, and were extremely dangerous.

Even veterans who had fought the eerie for many years couldn't remain as composed as Moonlit Night in every Weird Instance. It was as though... he really wasn't afraid of these bizarre rules.

Thinking of Moonlit Night's methods, An Ying found it strange, yet he also felt inexplicably reassured.

As he pondered this, he heard Moonlit Night say with a smile, "I'm here to protect you."

An Ying snorted. "At least make up a decent excuse."

"I'm telling the truth." Moonlit Night's smile didn't change. "His orders to me were to keep you safe—Mr. An Ying of the Calamity Crossing Squad. I don't think I've got the wrong person."

"..." An Ying fell silent.

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. Door No. 2 will close in another three minutes, and your teammates won't appear inside this door. The livestream has already split into four, following you and your four teammates who have already decided to enter the four doors separately."

"And whether you believe me or not, you can't shake me off."

Smiling, Moonlit Night dropped a bombshell. "My colleague has seen your future. Without my intervention, you'll die a miserable death."

An Ying's pupils contracted instantly, and his grip on his weapon tightened.

[(Elegant profanity) What's going on? How does he know our livestream split into four? Don't tell me he can see our bullet comments?]

[What? Then I'll take back my disrespectful thoughts.]

[I have to say, he's so handsome.]

[Doesn't anyone find this eerie? This guy seems to know everything, like he has an omniscient view.]

[You spoke too soon, person above. He really does know. Even Lord An Ying was startled.]

[Are there already Weird Objects that can foresee the future? Why have I never heard of one? Who is this guy? Is he with the authorities? Did the north send him to show off again?]

[Doesn't look like it. People from the authorities are all upright and righteous. You can tell at a glance this guy's an amateur.]

[I (profanity), you (elegant profanity), what the (even more elegant profanity) is this? Doesn't that mean An Ying's in danger?]

[Person above, you can't send telegrams here.]

[They're going in! Go watch door No. 1!]

The people in the Weird World knew nothing of what was happening here, and the bullet comments in the real world's livestream couldn't be seen, so no matter how much the viewers shouted, Qin Rang and the other two still split up and entered the four doors.

Sheng Qingqiao entered door No. 1. It admitted five people, and he brought four others with him.

[You have selected Game Room No. 1 · Lucky Blackjack.]

[Places remaining in Game Room No. 1 on the top floor of Gambling House · Spring: 0]

[Searching for an admission ticket... No ticket detected. 100 in chips has been automatically deducted to purchase one.]

[Have fun!]

As soon as he entered, he saw a huge guillotine with a distinctly tragic air in the very center of the medieval-style room.

His instincts were screaming warnings. Cold sweat beaded on Sheng Qingqiao's forehead, and the moment he saw the guillotine, his mind seemed to play out his own ending.

"My lord, what's wrong?"

The person beside him called out to him several times before bringing Sheng Qingqiao back to his senses.

Sheng Qingqiao abruptly came to. Before he could speak, he caught the scent of roses.

He followed the fragrance with his eyes and only then noticed a beautiful woman in a bloodstained white dress sitting beneath the blade of the guillotine, which stood a full three meters tall.

If anything went wrong with the rope holding the blade, its sharp edge would cut the daring woman in two.

But Sheng Qingqiao's heart calmed when he saw her. He smelled one of his own kind.

This woman was an eerie being, one who retained her sanity.