Weird Rules Rumor: At The Beginning, He Insisted That He Was Not Dead

Upon hearing this, Bai Lian nodded thoughtfully.

He turned to Jian Ran and asked:

“If we have a pen that turns into a snake and a book that can transform into any object, what tier would those artifacts be?”

Jian Ran paused, then answered:

“Such artifacts are exceedingly rare. From your description, they’d likely be above A-tier.”

So… Winnie’s two artifacts are at least S-tier?

Damn it! Had I known such treasures existed in that dungeon, I’d have taken them!

The sword in Bai Lian’s hands suddenly felt less appealing.

He glanced at Jian Ran, who met his gaze.

Before she could finish, Bai Lian stashed the sword away without a second thought.

With feigned innocence, he asked, “What were you saying?”

Jian Ran’s expression remained neutral. “Nothing. Let’s keep moving.”

The centaur knight seemed to be the final guardian, as the 11th and 12th floors were eerily quiet.

When they reached the 12th floor, Bai Lian froze.

Before them stretched a long, pitch-black corridor.

The walls, painted in light-absorbing darkness, bore twisted, indistinct murals that emanated dread.

This place felt alien compared to the floors below—a portal to another realm.

“Was this floor decorated by the same company?” Bai Lian muttered, eyeing the nightmare-inducing hallway.

Jian Ran shot him a “You’re questioning architecture in a monster-infested dungeon?” look.

“The archive’s ahead,” she said, her voice tense.

The air thickened with decay. Faint sobs and moans echoed as the murals grew more menacing.

“Don’t stare—they’re hypnotic,” Jian Ran warned.

Bai Lian averted his gaze, feeling a slight dizziness.

“Ugly as hell,” he remarked.

Jian Ran sighed. “Just avoid looking. Mental attacks aren’t my specialty.”

Bai Lian smirked. A fissure split his forehead, revealing the Dead Eye.

Fsssh! Fsssh! Fsssh!

Violet annihilation beams vaporized the murals.

“No dizziness now,” he declared, admiring his handiwork.

Jian Ran stared, dumbfounded. Who uses ultimate skills to redecorate?!

【Bai Lian: “If it won’t let me look, I’ll just make it lose its effect (lol)”】

【Other players: Abilities = survival. Bai Shen: Abilities = interior design!】

【6/10. Can’t top this madness.】

In the staff dormitory, players peered through crimson-hazed windows.

Suddenly, a violet beam sliced through the fog, blasting a hole in the wall!

A player nearly lost his manhood as the laser seared between his legs.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

Back on the 12th floor, Bai Lian strolled past the now-blank walls.

At the corridor’s end stood a massive metal door labeled Archive.

“Can you open this?” Bai Lian asked.

Jian Ran nodded, producing a palm-sized Bagua Wheel.

“It’ll take 30 minu—”

Click.

Bai Lian inserted a plain key into the lock. The door swung open.

Jian Ran’s jaw dropped. “How…?”

“Universal Key. Ever heard of it?” He winked.

Inside, the stench of blood and rot overwhelmed them.

The floor squelched with gore—limbs, decaying corpses, and glass tanks of grotesque experiments filled the room.

This… is the company’s “archive”?