You Can Play It Like This Too?

Just as Mo Shang was wondering where to go, he suddenly remembered that after obtaining the System Remnant earlier, the system had upgraded its traversal function.

"System? What worlds can I go to?" Mo Shang asked the system.

"There are, Master, there are." The system's voice rang out.

"What worlds are there?" Mo Shang couldn't help but ask upon hearing this.

"Not sure."

"Didn't you say there were worlds to go to?" Mo Shang's face filled with question marks as he asked again.

"There are, but because the previous system was too broken, some functions are damaged. I can't check the specific world types, only random traversal..." The system spoke again.

"Random is fine, better than nothing. Can I bring someone else along?"

Mo Shang didn't dwell on it—after all, it was a freebie function. If it worked, that was enough; why ask for more?

"In principle, no. But the principle is on my side—of course it can!" The system declared confidently.

"Good, then start the transfer." Hearing this, Mo Shang didn't hesitate and instructed the system.

"Okay, Master."

[Ding, module activated, data loading...]

[Information module load failed, verification module load failed, mission module load successful, traversal module load successful, reward module load successful...]

[Ding, self-check complete, all normal. Wishing you a pleasant journey.]

As a series of chimes rang in his mind, a strange force suddenly enveloped the two of them, pulling them away from this world.

"Damn it, where the hell did I end up? Am I still in the country?"

After the transfer ended, Mo Shang steadied himself and looked around, a string of question marks appearing on his face.

What met his eyes was a dead, desolate city. The sky was a heavy gray, tall buildings tilted, glass shattered, streets cracked, puddles murky and green—not a trace of life anywhere.

Deathly stillness filled the air, cold and sticky, carrying an indescribable stench of mold. It was eerily quiet, not even the sound of wind, everything radiating strangeness...

"What is this place? The rules here feel unusual..." Jiang Shuyu looked around, then turned to Mo Shang with a puzzled expression.

"A small world. I used that Orb to bring us here."

Mo Shang explained briefly, then immediately questioned the system in his mind: "System, this random traversal of yours is way too random! Where did you dump me?"

"Uh, I don't know either. The information module is damaged, so I can't get any data. It's a freebie—just make do..." The system's voice came through, tinged with uncertainty.

"Forget it. First, tell me what my mission is and what the reward is." Mo Shang rubbed his forehead helplessly. You get what you pay for—no choice but to settle.

"No mission. The reward is ten draw chances."

Hearing the system's words, Mo Shang paused, then asked, "No mission? Then how do I complete a mission to get the reward?"

But just then, a system prompt suddenly rang out.

[Ding, mission complete. Reward obtained: ten additional trait draws.]

At the same time, the system's smug voice chimed in: "Hehe, since the remnant's mission module was broken, I fixed it myself and also exploited a bug in my own code. Crossing over counts as completing the mission—consider it a welfare bonus."

"Huh? Wait, is that right? You exploit your own code's bug to give me welfare? You can do that?" Mo Shang stammered, utterly bewildered.

He'd seen hosts exploit system bugs for their own gain, but a system exploiting its own bug to benefit its host? That was a first!

"We're bros, don't mention it." The system spoke casually, as if it had done something trivial.

"Haxi-tong, you actually exploit your own bug just to give me welfare?"

Mo Shang was deeply moved. In this era of systems exploiting hosts, a system as Benevolence as the one on him was rare.

"It seems there are special rules here..." At that moment, Jiang Shuyu seemed to notice something and spoke up.

"Yeah, it really does. I wonder what kind of world this is..." Mo Shang nodded. He too had sensed the difference in the world's rules.

"Someone's coming." Just as they were talking, Jiang Shuyu sensed something and fixed her gaze on the distance.

Hearing this, Mo Shang looked over and saw a figure slowly walking toward them.

Watching the figure, Mo Shang's expression turned thoughtful: "Wreathed in deathly aura—could it be a ghost cultivator? Or something else..."

As Mo Shang pondered, the figure reached them, and they could see his appearance clearly.

The newcomer was a burly man, exuding a strange aura, holding a butcher's knife, with a bloodstained apron tied around his waist. Judging by his looks, he was likely a Butcher.

While Mo Shang was observing the Butcher, the Butcher also glanced at the two of them, a hint of confusion on his face.

"Strange clothes..."

The Butcher muttered, then looked away and continued walking forward.

"Friend, please wait." Seeing him about to leave, Mo Shang quickly called out.

Hearing this, the Butcher stopped, his head rotating 180 degrees to face Mo Shang, a hoarse voice coming from his throat: "Something wrong, traveler from another world?"

"I'd like to ask, what place is this?" Mo Shang showed no reaction to the Butcher's 180-degree head turn and asked with a smile.

"This is the Weird Tales World. You're not Weird, are you?" The Butcher said flatly, his tone devoid of emotion.

Hearing this, Mo Shang was slightly taken aback. He'd expected it, but he hadn't thought it would really be a Weird World. Back in his past life, he'd read plenty of novels like this...

"We really aren't strange beings. By the way, how did you know we came from another world?" Mo Shang asked again.

"The rules told me..." the Butcher replied once more.

"I see..."

Mo Shang fell into thought. He knew that the Weird Tales World was bound by all kinds of rules.

But what surprised him was that the rules of the Weird Tales World seemed to be something like the will of heaven and earth, not truly inanimate objects...

"If you have nothing else, I'll be on my way. I still have to go to work." Seeing that Mo Shang had no more questions, the Butcher prepared to leave.

"Work? You strange beings have to work too?" Hearing this, Mo Shang's interest was piqued.

"Mm. Overseeing the horror instance—that's my job." The Butcher nodded.

"Can we come along and take a look?" Mo Shang's eyes lit up at the words. He was quite curious about this rule-based horror world.

"You may. You are guests. The rules will assign you identities. Follow me..." The Butcher nodded, turned his head back, and continued walking forward.