The Weird Had to Work Too?

"You're the new employees, right? From now on, you'll need to work here for seven days..."

The Butcher's blood-red eyes swept over the group. His tone was flat as he assigned each person a job.

Just then, a Dark-skinned Inner Cabinet Chosen One stepped forward, pointing at Mo Shang and his companion with a dissatisfied look as he shouted.

"This is unfair! Why do we have to work while they don't?"

The moment his words fell, the room went dead silent. All the Chosen Ones looked at the Dark-skinned Chosen One, their eyes filled with shock, pity, and schadenfreude...

"Are you questioning me?"

The next moment, black mist surged from the Butcher, and his face twisted into a sudden grimace.

The black mist seemed alive as it immediately enveloped the Chosen One.

"Ahhh..."

The Dark-skinned Chosen One looked horrified and let out a scream. His body began to change in a bizarre way: his ears grew wide, and his hands and feet started to mutate.

In no time, the Dark-skinned Chosen One had completely changed, turning into a fat black pig...

Watching this, Zhou Yi's pupils tightened. He was also somewhat speechless. "He walked straight into the lion's den..."

At the same time, Zhou Yi noticed something: the weird's way of killing really was weird. It didn't even need to touch someone to turn them into a pig.

"I wonder if my talent can do anything about this black mist..." Zhou Yi clenched his fist. Until he knew the range of his talent, he wouldn't act rashly.

Mo Shang watched from the side without making a move. He was even a little curious; he could sense a unique rule within the black mist.

"So this is how the Weird World's rules work? They're completely different from the power system of the Mystic Heaven Realm..."

"Anyone else have a problem?"

The Butcher's scarlet eyes swept across the Chosen Ones, his tone icy.

The room fell silent. They had just seen what happened to the Dark-skinned Chosen One, so naturally, no one was foolish enough to make the same mistake...

"Get to work. Let me remind you: now that you've entered this place, don't waste your effort hoping to leave..." The Butcher surveyed the group of Chosen Ones, then continued.

At once, the Chosen Ones headed for the positions the Butcher had assigned them, without the slightest intention of lingering.

After everyone left, the Butcher turned his gaze to Mo Shang and his companion. The grimace on his face vanished, replaced by a faint smile. "Come along, you two. Let's have some tea in my office."

"Sure, let's go." Mo Shang nodded without refusing.

They weren't afraid he'd try anything. With the system there, if they encountered danger they couldn't resist, they could leave this world in an instant.

Besides, he had the Death Immunity cheat-like trait. No one could kill him. Jiang Shuyu was the Female Emperor Reincarnation, too. If she really got serious, she could probably raze the entire Weird World to the ground...

Soon, the Butcher led Mo Shang and his companion to an office.

To their surprise, the office was spotless and orderly. There wasn't a single dirty or bizarre thing about it; it seemed perfectly normal.

Once they entered the office, the Butcher's outfit changed as well. His bloodstained apron disappeared, replaced by a clean, neat shirt.

"Have a seat, you two." The Butcher gestured invitingly.

"Your place is pretty normal." Mo Shang sat down with Jiang Shuyu, then said with a smile.

"The filthy mess outside is part of the job. I've always valued cleanliness and order..." The Butcher smiled as he set two freshly brewed cups of tea in front of them.

The tea was clear and bright, with a faint fragrance. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with it.

"Who are you working for?" Mo Shang picked up his tea, took a sip, and asked curiously.

"Who else? The Weird World's rules, of course. I have to sit here guarding the dungeon every day. It's so boring..." The Butcher shrugged at the question, looking somewhat helpless.

"Isn't this your only dungeon? Do you really have to watch it every day?"

"Not just this one. Sometimes I have to make guest appearances in other dungeons, too..."

"You're pretty busy, then. By the way, are you really planning to let the Chosen Ones clear your dungeon?"

"They're already here, so what else is there to say? Of course I'm keeping every last one of them."

"By the way, is there any way for us to leave the Weird World? I want to go outside and look around first."

"There is, brother, there is. You can ask the rules to send you out..."

While Mo Shang and the Butcher chatted, Zhou Yi and the other Chosen Ones had already entered the Workshop.

The Workshop wasn't occupied by the Chosen Ones alone. At that moment, quite a few figures in white were busy inside.

But those figures weren't human. They were weird creatures with animal heads and human bodies!

Fortunately, the monsters didn't react much to the Chosen Ones' arrival. Each went about their own business, busy with their tasks on the assembly line, their eyes hollow, like soulless shells...

"Weird creatures working like pack mules..."

Zhou Yi's mouth twitched, but he didn't dwell on it. He headed to his assigned position, in front of the pen holding the livestock. His job was to count the livestock and record the number entering and leaving the pen...

However, Zhou Yi didn't start counting right away. A notice posted on the fence had caught his attention.

The notice didn't contain ordinary warnings, but two rules.

Factory Rules:

Rule 1: You are a workhorse. You need to work.

Rule 2: You are a workhorse. You don't need to work.

"These rules..." Looking at the two incomprehensible rules, Zhou Yi couldn't help feeling exasperated.

The rules were obviously playing word games with them!

Staring at the two rules, Zhou Yi didn't move. Instead, he secretly watched the Chosen Ones from other countries.

After entering the Workshop, some Chosen Ones had already started working obediently, while others, like Zhou Yi, were waiting and watching...

"So this is it. We're being assimilated..."

As time passed, Zhou Yi's expression grew increasingly grave. He had noticed something wrong.

The Chosen Ones who were working had begun to look dazed. Even their appearances were changing, their heads starting to take on animal-like features...

Not only that, Zhou Yi now noticed that he was changing too. Even without doing anything, he was still being assimilated!

"Even if I don't break the rules, I'll probably be assimilated after a while..."

The condition for clearing the dungeon was to survive seven days, but at this rate of assimilation, no one could make it to the seventh day!

"As expected of a hell-difficulty opening. There's danger at every turn..." As he thought this, Zhou Yi's expression grew more and more serious.

Then Zhou Yi suddenly thought of something and slapped himself.

The next moment, a wisp of black mist drifted out of his body, and the signs of assimilation on him vanished.

"It really works?!"

An S-rank talent really was terrifying. With this talent, he had no need to worry about being assimilated!