I’m a Max-Level Taoist Master, and You’re Throwing Me Into a Rules-Based Horror Game?! - Chapter 194

Chapter 194: The Bizarre Six-Winged Angel, A Night of Terror!

At this point, almost all viewers were watching the live feed from the Dragon Country’s Celestial Master.

It couldn’t be helped. While their own countries’ Chosen Ones were still outside the temple in the blizzard, eavesdropping, this one had already resolved all the dangers.

In this round, even the other superhumans didn’t dare act too arrogantly, fearing they might stumble into some major pitfall.

The six-star bizarre world had already stripped some Chosen Ones of their advantage in combat power.

So they learned to follow the procedure. Gregori had suffered in the past from not following procedure.

He felt that in a bizarre world of this level, it was better to follow the procedure. There was no shame in that.

Before understanding the clearance rules, didn’t even the Dragon Country’s Celestial Master follow the procedure? Why couldn’t he?

Most superhumans had been trained by the bizarre world to become rule-followers.

But the Dragon Country’s Celestial Master still played by his own rules.

You have your rules, I have my interpretation; let’s each do our own thing.

In this bizarre world, simply being able to understand the rules and use them reasonably to avoid dangers and the bizarre was already very impressive.

Who would have thought that someone could understand the rules on an even deeper level?

Expert teams from various countries thought the Dragon Country Celestial Master’s previous tactics were impressive enough; if other Chosen Ones could learn even a fraction, it would be a huge help in clearing stages. They never expected he could still come up with new tricks.

Striking preemptively, solving dangers before they even manifest – this was a strategy others wouldn’t even dare think of, yet someone was already capable of it, giving people a feeling of “So that’s how you can play this?”

Many viewers noticed their own Chosen Ones were almost frozen into snowmen, while the Dragon Country’s Celestial Master next door was probably already asleep.

Those senior and junior brothers more familiar with Zhang Yangqing put it this way: You can tell, for the sake of sleeping peacefully, the Celestial Master directly upgraded his strategy.

Zhang Yangqing acted decisively. After watching his performance, viewers found the situations of other Chosen Ones quite bizarre in comparison.

The Egyptian Chosen One, Rahman, with his clear mind, used the village chief to draw the hosts away, successfully found the magic book, and then, under the book’s guidance, quickly went to the attic to find the key to the iron cage.

But after finally finding the mechanism to open the attic and just opening it, a round object rolled down. Even though he was prepared, it still nearly scared him to death.

In this pitch-black environment, sneaking around alone in this large three-story villa.

The piercing cold permeated everything.

At times like this, a person’s nerves are stretched taut.

To prevent the spherical object from falling to the floor and arousing the hosts’ suspicion, he caught it with his hands.

Then, using the faint light of the white card, he confirmed it was a dried-up head, even showing parts of the skull.

The most terrifying part was the head’s eyes, wide open and bloodshot.

Its expression was twisted, looking extremely horrifying, and it reflected the extraordinary torture this person endured before death.

Fortunately, Rahman was an archaeology expert; he was just startled, without too extreme a reaction.

Some Chosen Ones here were so scared they fell to the ground, making a noise.

Chosen Ones who hadn’t successfully diverted the hosts would be attacked by the hosts who came to investigate.

Rahman stuffed the head back, then climbed up the stairs to the attic. He didn’t need to look to know it was full of corpse remnants.

The stench of death was everywhere, making even someone as experienced as him want to vomit.

Suppressing the urge to retch, he quickly found a cabinet, rummaged through it, and found a key.

Just as he was about to leave, a cold hand suddenly grabbed his calf, nearly scaring Rahman’s soul out of his body.

Rahman was just an ordinary person, yet at this moment, he managed to jump to a height beyond human limits.

Whether it was due to attribute bonuses or an adrenaline rush, his head directly hit the ceiling.

If not for the blizzard outside, this impact would have attracted the attention of many people around.

After landing, Rahman saw by the faint light that it was a solitary arm, not connected to a body.

It just grabbed his calf outright; this horrifying scene would be too much for anyone to handle.

Rahman kicked the bizarre hand away, but the hand seemed to have eyes – no, the bizarre hand literally had an eye on the back of it.

The eye on the hand blinked, then used its fingers as legs, hopping and skipping towards Rahman again.

Truth be told, the bizarre hand’s walking style was quite cheerful, but Rahman was in no mood to watch; he was so scared he kept shuffling backward.

The hand stared at Rahman with pitiful eyes, seemingly hoping Rahman would take it away.

Here, Rahman didn’t hesitate. After getting the key, he directly ran down and closed the attic door.

No rule said this hand could be taken, nor did any rule say it couldn’t.

For creatures not mentioned in the rules, there were too many uncertainties.

But who would carry a hand around for no reason? If this hand had any real capability, would it be trapped here?

The magic book was locked in a special iron cage, hence it couldn’t get out.

Although being transformed like this was pitiful, Rahman was just an ordinary Chosen One, incapable of taking it away.

And so, Rahman quickly unlocked the magic book’s cage and returned to his room.

But less than two minutes after returning to his room, faint, almost imperceptible footsteps seemed to appear outside the door.

The footsteps grew closer, and Rahman’s heartbeat quickened.

The time was now 1:40 AM. The host’s voice came from outside, asking if he needed anything, if he was comfortable in the room, and so on.

Rahman politely declined, his words as tactful as could be.

Before leaving, the host specifically reminded him that if anything strange happened during his stay, he could immediately go out and find him; he could help Rahman solve the trouble.

Rahman naturally agreed immediately, while thinking to himself: It’s just not time yet, so you can’t come in. Once it’s time and I go out, you will be the biggest danger.

Remembering the rules, it was impossible for him to go out at this time.

At this time, wasn’t there still twenty minutes until the bizarre descended?

As a clear of the Wax Museum, Rahman knew the ‘preparation time’ in the bizarre world wasn’t for resting.

He was about to face the bizarre alone, a terrifying one that would cry and scream.

He needed to use sound to suppress it.

How to increase his chances of success was what Rahman was considering.

Thinking of this, he took out the magic book, began to curry favor with it, and sought its help.

The magic book couldn’t fight, but it could teach him magic.

At Rahman’s request, the magic book agreed.

After all, Rahman had rescued the magic book; this small request was acceptable.

At this point, the magic book positioned itself somewhere high, making Rahman look up to it, showing it respect.

This was a ‘necessary’ condition for learning magic.

Whether it was Rahman or other Chosen Ones, most found this reasonable.

After all, as long as they could survive and achieve a relatively high score, not just looking up, even kneeling wasn’t shameful.

The magic book that was meek and submissive in front of Zhang Yangqing was a ‘god’ to many Chosen Ones.

After the conditions were met, the magic book began teaching Rahman an incantation to increase his volume.

Twenty minutes was not a big problem for Rahman.

This incantation required mental energy, meaning it needed a certain amount of power.

Rahman, who had boosted his stats twice, had some energy reserves himself; he just hadn’t cultivated it and didn’t know how to use it.

The magic book couldn’t fight, but observation was its forte.

It judged that Rahman’s mental energy was only enough for five minutes of magical enhancement.

So, this volume-boosting magic needed to be used at a critical moment.

Being able to use it for five minutes was enough; it was like an extra layer of insurance.

As time approached 2 AM, the room began to turn bizarre.

The baby crib actually started rocking, as if summoning the descent of the bizarre.

Inside the room, faint blue lights floated about, continuously sketching the outline of a baby.

“Is it a spiritual-type bizarre? That’s quite rare.”

Seeing this, Rahman couldn’t help but feel terrified.

The magic book had long since hidden in his backpack, as it had no combat ability.

Spiritual-type bizarres were elusive.

They had appeared a few times in earlier bizarre worlds.

Expert teams summarized the following characteristics:

Spiritual-type bizarres cannot be eliminated; their strength is unpredictable.

Some have no lethal power and are purely meant to scare.

But some terrifying ones can instantly kill Chosen Ones.

Because entries were random back then and Chosen Ones’ strengths varied, accurately estimating the power of spiritual-type bizarres was impossible.

However, the conditions for spiritual-type bizarres to attack were extremely strict. As long as Chosen Ones didn’t trigger the conditions, they wouldn’t be attacked.

Rahman certainly couldn’t eliminate this thing, but he wondered if the Dragon Country’s Celestial Master encountered it, could he eliminate it?

Unfortunately, this conjecture couldn’t be tested, as Zhang Yangqing’s room didn’t have this thing.

As for whether the spiritual-type bizarre would even dare appear if Zhang Yangqing were in this room, that was another question.

In Rahman’s room, the baby crib rocked, and space seemed to distort.

As the blue lines continuously converged, a terrifying large baby face materialized in the room.

Its facial features twisted, human-like yet not.

This thing seemed to have six wings on its back.

The most terrifying thing is that its wings are covered with large eyes, making it extremely frightening.

Its image resembled the ‘angels’ described in the Bible.

It felt as if it had undergone inhuman modification, unsuccessfully, belonging to a failed, man-made angel.

Strictly speaking, it was a monster modified to imitate an angel’s appearance, a dead monster.

Rahman didn’t think too much about the angel aspect; he wasn’t a follower of the church anyway.

Combining what he saw in the attic, he guessed this thing had no physical form and must be a type of vengeful spirit.

The greater the resentment, the more terrifying its power.

It was a pity he hadn’t learned magic to summon a black cat in this round; that might have suppressed it.

Seeing this scene, many Chosen Ones would instantly enter a brief state of fear, losing their combat ability.

If they didn’t react in time, death was certain.

The Egyptian viewers were very worried about Rahman’s state. Just as they were about to pray for him…

Who would have thought Rahman was drinking water to moisten his throat!

Just kidding, with the rules on my side, why should I fear you?

What kind of terrifying thing haven’t I seen?

I’ll just follow the rules today. If I can’t out-shout you, I’ll die here anyway, so why be polite!

When there were no rules, like during the attic segment, Rahman was very afraid.

Now, he was like a different person. If he couldn’t win a fight, couldn’t he at least win a shouting match?

The moment the bizarre baby fully formed, its wings spread open, the eyes on the wings wide open.

Then an ear-piercing crying sound emerged, making anyone who heard it physically uncomfortable and mentally disoriented.

At this time, if one thought about how to resist the mental disorientation, death was certain.

Also, one shouldn’t start by shouting at the bizarre baby with full volume from the beginning.

The correct approach was to match the volume of the bizarre baby’s cries and be slightly louder.

Maintain your voice consistently overpowering his, and withstand the pressure.

If you started at maximum volume, later, when the bizarre baby increased its volume, the Chosen One’s voice would become hoarse and unable to cover the bizarre baby’s cries.

Then, either be killed by it, or only call for help.

However, at this stage, the cost of calling for help was very high.

Because the time was past 2 AM, according to the rules, in this village, apart from the rooms chosen by the Chosen Ones, all other places were areas where villagers could attack.

Apart from teammates, only this bizarre could help the Chosen One.

The logic was simple: this bizarre had been tortured by the villagers, but due to some reason, or perhaps a seal, it couldn’t leave and was confined to this room.

Its malice towards the villagers was greater than that towards the Chosen One.

As the bizarre baby began to cry, other Chosen Ones, like Rahman, began to shout reprimands loudly.

For a time, the room was filled with the sounds of crying and scolding.

“Stop crying! Stop it!” “Cry, cry, cry, is that all you know how to do?”

It must be said, the Chosen Ones’ scolding was relatively civil.

As for Chosen Ones in other rooms, they followed the rules and paid no attention.

As the bizarre baby’s cries grew louder, some Chosen Ones couldn’t hold on, their voices becoming hoarse.

Rahman had some technique; he could hold on.

But seeing that some time had passed, he decided to chant the magic incantation to increase his volume and avoid accidents.

A few more minutes passed. Just as Rahman was about to become hoarse, the bizarre baby stopped crying.

Rahman finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the ‘angelic’ bizarre baby hovering in mid-air, he still found it somewhat strange.

But according to the rules, this bizarre baby would no longer harm him and would even help him fend off villagers.

In a sense, it was his angel.

But this angel was really hard to look at. Rahman chose to lie down on the bed, cover himself with the blanket, and sleep, out of sight, out of mind.

In the following period, sounds of fighting appeared at the door, along with the sound of panicked footsteps fleeing.

Rahman sighed in relief; it seemed the bizarre baby had considerable combat power. He could sleep well tonight.

He tried not to think about the bizarre baby’s appearance. At this point, Rahman was too tired and fell into a deep sleep.

He hadn’t completely passed this round yet, but the most dangerous part was over.

However, the screens of other Chosen Ones turned black one after another.

The Chosen One from Stick Country made a mistake in the confrontation with the bizarre baby. He started with a very loud voice, but it became hoarse before the end, and he hadn’t obtained the magic book.

In the end, there was no way; the suppression failed.

The bizarre baby let out a earth-shattering cry because he was excited; the conditions for him to attack had been met.

The Stick Country Chosen One quickly tore the purple card, seeking help from his teammates.

But for some reason, the teammates were slow to arrive.

Were they betrayed? Or were they entangled?

While he was being attacked, his teammates might also be under attack.

At this moment, the Stick Country Chosen One’s eyes were filled with fear.

The next second, a horrifying scene unfolded.

The spiritual bizarre baby spread its large wings, covered entirely with large eyes, as if an angel had descended.

Under circumstances the Stick Country Chosen One couldn’t resist, the bizarre baby, larger than him, directly forced itself into his mouth.

Watching himself swallow such an eye-covered bizarre creature, the Stick Country Chosen One felt incredibly nauseous, if only he could vomit it out.

Then his body began to change. The skin and flesh on his back tore open, growing wings covered in eyes.

The flesh on his arms also split open, and eyes appeared one after another.

This bizarre and twisted scene also frightened the viewers.

The Stick Country Chosen One’s eyes were filled with despair as he completely turned into a monster. Then the screen went black; he lost consciousness and failed to clear the stage.

His death was regrettable. Just a small mistake led to the bizarre seizing his body.

If he had correctly used his volume to suppress the bizarre baby, if he had obtained the magic book…

He could have passed this round. The bizarre world had given him two options.

But he achieved neither, leading to a regrettable death.

Viewers might think the Stick Country Chosen One had it bad enough.

But upon checking other countries’ screens, they found even worse situations.

Because by this time, it was the period when villagers and the bizarre could attack Chosen Ones.

Chosen Ones were suffering torment from both villagers and the bizarre.

This round’s Chosen One from Sakura Country had particularly strong observational skills, which ironically harmed him.

In the attic, he not only found the bizarre hand but also many bloody tools, such as saws, hammers, axes, etc.

Especially that blood-stained chair with chains; it was likely evidence of the host torturing past climbers.

From the bloody smell emanating from the chair and the faint, elusive blue resentment, the Sakura Country Chosen One could almost visualize how terribly those tortured here had suffered.

They must have struggled desperately in life, their flesh grinding away to no avail.

Then there were the various strange bizarre limbs.

Intestines wriggling like a snake, with an eye at the tip.

It made viewers feel nauseous, wishing they could leave this place sooner.

Despite their weak combat power, these were human organs, looking extremely frightening in the dark of night.

But how bold was the Sakura Country Chosen One? He even dared to touch the intestine with an eye.

He even shook hands with the hand that had an eye.

This scene made many viewers’ scalps tingle; this guy was simply not normal.

They also admired his ability to maintain such composure in this environment.

The Sakura Country Chosen One was considering whether these things were useful, and if attaching them to himself would have special effects.

It was this very consideration that led to disaster.

While feeling these body organs, he felt around until he touched a head.

This head’s facial features were vivid, and its hair was well-preserved.

“Huh? Why is this head still warm?”

By the time the Sakura Country Chosen One realized, this head had slowly ’emerged’ in the attic.

This wasn’t some bizarre head; it was the host’s head.

It turned out that while the Sakura Country Chosen One was feeling around, the host had returned.

He missed the best opportunity to escape to his room.

The host smiled at him and said, “Climber, welcome to my modification room. You will also become a part of here. I assume you’ve already greeted them?”

In that moment, the Sakura Country Chosen One felt despair.