Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

[Rule Nine — The food in the passenger carriage is normal food, but it must be eaten when hungry.]

[Rule Ten — After the train arrives at the next station, passengers will gradually leave, and you can choose to get off with them.]

Another ten rules.

After Zhou Baiyu heard the rules, he and Huang Miu were quickly assigned to seats 13A and 13B.

Huang Miu still tried to crane his neck to look at the legs of the woman who might be Carolyn.

Zhou Baiyu said,

"If a child invites you to play a game, just call me, shout for me loudly."

"Also, stay put here, don't move. Without my permission, you're not allowed to leave your seat. If you can't hold it in, just pee in your pants."

Huang Miu felt a bit wronged:

"Damn, a man's mouth, a deceitful ghost, I mustered up the courage to write down that place, and this is how you treat me?"

Zhou Baiyu glanced coldly at Huang Miu:

"Think about the rules, did you notice that this time the rules didn't tell us how many are false... just mentioned that there are false ones among them."

Huang Miu was stunned.

"Doesn't that mean..."

"Yes, it's possible that all the rules are false, so I'm now going to verify the rules. And you, in any situation, shout loudly for help, I will come to rescue you."

Huang Miu nodded, when it was time to admit fear, he definitely would not act rashly.

Zhou Baiyu also did not know which of the rules were false.

But he knew, there was one rule that could be verified—Rule seven's target, sitting in the corner, but not everyone could see him.

Zhou Baiyu was curious, who exactly was this.

He walked toward the corner of the carriage.

As he passed seat 8A, his peripheral vision caught sight of a baby in swaddles.

The baby let out a soft whimper.

Zhou Baiyu hurried away, finding it hard to imagine how a baby could be a passenger.

A little boy sucking on a lollipop seemed to be thinking about what kind of game to play.

Taking advantage of the fact that the other party hadn't thought of it yet, Zhou Baiyu ran past him too.

As he reached seat 4E, Zhou Baiyu saw Carolyn extending one leg.

He faintly felt that Carolyn's lips seemed to be purple.

Ignoring these rule passengers, Zhou Baiyu quickly reached the corner.

1A.

There indeed was a person in this seat.

"Only those qualified can see him, seems like I'm in luck."

This was a man dressed in a black cloak, hair disheveled, with a scar over his left eye, the black cloak enveloped his whole body, hiding the inside, as if the man was a pool of pitch-dark.

When Zhou Baiyu approached, the man lifted his head and glanced at him.

That glance suddenly made Zhou Baiyu see a vision.

As if a sharp blade had descended, a flash of cold light, Zhou Baiyu's body was severed into two halves.

"To be able to see me, who are you."

[Physical Strength: ???. Energy: ???. Moral Value: ???.

Career Level: ??? Overall Level: ???]

[Can consume part of your experience points to gain additional information.]

Without much thought, Zhou Baiyu immediately used up experience points to gain additional information.

This time, nearly depleting all of Zhou Baiyu's experience points, he was able to exchange for an information analysis—

[Trait·Divine Eye Dustless.]

[Trait Analysis: In the eyes of someone as powerful as a god, no dust is tolerated. Only those with certain qualifications can enter his vision.]

[Those who cannot enter his vision, filtered by this trait, will be unable to cause any harm to the trait holder, nor will they be able to perceive the trait holder.]

The words as powerful as a god suddenly made Zhou Baiyu feel a sense of oppression.

In this world, gods refer to a special group.

He noticed that the man's eyes, the pupils of both eyes were different.

The left eye had a brown pupil, that was a regular eye, the right eye had a golden pupil, it was the Divine Eye.

He probably understood now, the trait "Divine Eye Dustless" of his right eye made many "weak" people, or those who were not qualified, unable to see this man.

The Divine Eye Dustless would filter out the weak in this man's sight and also make it so the weak could not see the owner of the trait.

But the other, normal eye, could see those with lesser qualifications.

Hence, being able to see this man in the black cloak already meant that Zhou Baiyu's qualifications had been recognized by the owner of the Divine Eye.

"I just came to see if there was anything I could do. Are you also heading somewhere on this train?"

Zhou Baiyu started making pleasantries.

The man in the black cloak was slightly surprised, as it was truly rare for someone to initiate conversation with him.

After all, all the passengers on the train were well-behaved.

Old people dared not speak to him, children dared not ask him to play, infant cries didn't reach his ears, and women certainly didn't dare to flirt with him.

Even the conductor would put him under separate rules. He was not a so-called regular passenger.

But all rules crumbled before him, hardly worth mentioning.

Each time he appeared on the train, the train manager would respectfully assign him a corner seat.

Thus, the man in the black cloak always traveled alone to various places.

No one dared to speak to him, fearing that a displeasure of his could lead to murder.

Over time, he became a unique scenery on the train.

The man in the black cloak didn't like to be disturbed, that's why he had the trait of Divine Eye Dustless, preventing those with lesser qualifications from even being eligible to see him.

Zhou Baiyu, however, was able to see him, which somewhat piqued the interest of the man in the black cloak.

In reality, many things people find terrifying are because they are powerful.

But not every powerful entity likes to bully the weak.

As all passengers held their breath, thinking Zhou Baiyu would be expelled from the train by this most untouchable passenger-

The man in the black cloak slowly began to speak:

"I am heading to a place in need of the chosen talents. I have boarded many trains, and the places listed indeed have potential talents, but I have yet to find the person I need."

"Chosen talents?"

Zhou Baiyu suddenly became interested.

"Yes, as the person closest to God in this world, I need to find my successor. I cannot let my abilities be buried with me in the grave," said the man in the black cloak, his expression unchanged.

Zhou Baiyu was stunned. That's quite a boast—closest to God?

Although the man in the black cloak did give Zhou Baiyu a powerful impression.

But to suddenly make such a statement was like sitting in a roadside tea stall and hearing a fellow drinker say:

"Actually, I'm the richest man in the world."

Luckily, Zhou Baiyu controlled his expression well, even showing admiration.

The man in the black cloak was pleased:

"In this decaying world, under a sky filled with rules, only the most powerful can walk freely."

"But my time is running out, and I need to find a successor."

Zhou Baiyu didn't care whether it was true or not. He would just go along with the conversation. If it turned out to be false, he was there to kill time anyway.

If what the man said was true... well, it was hard for him to imagine this man being the closest to God.

"So, how can I help you?" Zhou Baiyu cooperated fully.

The man in the black cloak said:

"Do you know any geniuses? Outstanding geniuses."

He spoke so earnestly that Zhou Baiyu wondered if the man might be delusional.

But he still said:

"I know them. Of course, I know them."

Spinning a yarn was something Zhou Baiyu was exceedingly good at.

"I don't know where that person is, but in the future, if you see someone with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, carrying the charm of the night, ask if his name is Guang Tongchen. That's the outstanding genius."

"It might be someone who seems ordinary at first glance but actually has unlimited potential."

Zhou Baiyu bluffed casually, but the man in the black cloak nodded seriously:

"Guang Tongchen? I remember now, young man, thank you. I will get off at the next stop and inquire about this person."

(Two pieces of bad news, no good news. I've been unwell, started feeling itchy in the throat yesterday, and developed a fever by evening. The second piece of bad news, I have to take leave tomorrow. Very sorry. I'll try to recover as soon as possible, expecting a tough couple of days but hoping to be back to writing within two days. Additionally, an even worse piece of news, the authors' circle is now basically just a list of survivors~ too much yang, not enough yin.)