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

Chapter 22: “Impatient? Go Ask Him Yourself!”

At exactly 4:30 AM, nearly every viewer had their eyes glued to Dragon Country’s live broadcast.

Why?

Because while every other chosen one had hidden in secret compartments, this guy was still wandering around like he owned the place.

Who else would you even watch?

Some hoped he’d die quickly. Others wanted to see an epic showdown between him and the Frozen Wax Figure.

All eyes were on Zhang Yangqing, waiting to see what he’d do next.

Then—thud. Thud. THUD.

Heavy footsteps echoed from the third-floor staircase, growing louder with each step.

The audience’s breathing quickened. Hearts pounded.

A few even backed away from their screens, bracing for something horrifying.

Finally, a massive foot appeared on the stairs—followed by the towering, two-meter-tall monstrosity itself.

Just its side profile was terrifying enough to make children scream.

The full frontal view would probably traumatize grown adults.

The timid shut their eyes. The bold swallowed hard, ready for an explosive battle.

After all, Dragon Country’s chosen one had one-shot even the most violent spirits.

But against this abomination—a frozen, unstoppable force—could he still push human limits?

Then… something bizarre happened.

The Frozen Wax Figure descended the stairs—and walked right past Zhang Yangqing.

It didn’t even glance around.

Like clockwork, it turned right and marched into the Exhibition Hall.

The second floor had two wings:

Left: Exhibition Hall, Cafeteria, Surveillance Room (where most chosen ones faced their second trial).
Right: Power Room, Staff Lounge, Archives (where Zhang Yangqing had just exited).

As the wax figure vanished from view, the audience lost their minds.

Where was the fight?

What just happened?

After a stunned silence, the comments exploded:

“I was ready for bloodshed, and this is what I get?!”
“Someone explain! Why didn’t they fight?!”
“Impatient? Go ask him yourself!”
“It’s like NPCs in games—fixed patrol routes. If you stay out of their sight, they ignore you.”
“So Dragon’s guy just… dodged its vision range? Calculated.”
“Nah. That wax figure took one look at him and noped out. Mutual respect between predators.”
“LMAO, that actually makes sense.”
“Or maybe Big Bro’s aura was too OP. Wax Figure said ‘Not today.’”
“Gonna check other streams—bet they’re still hiding.”
“Yep. All still cowering in closets.”

Even the national research teams were baffled.

Hu Liuqi (Dragon Country’s lead analyst) wanted to call Zhang Yangqing and demand answers:

How did you avoid aggro from the strongest entity in this dungeon?!

Meanwhile, inside the supernatural world…

Zhang Yangqing glanced at the peephole of the Staff Lounge—where a pair of shaken eyes stared back.

He smiled.

The pupils inside dilated in terror.

What happened next confused everyone even more.

While others suffered in freezing darkness, this man moved like a ghost.

The Frozen Wax Figure either ignored him completely…

Or Zhang Yangqing had perfectly calculated its blind spots.

They coexisted like two shadows—never intersecting.

As time passed, the wax figure’s chilling aura weakened.

This was when other chosen ones finally dared to explore Room 3-2.

Rahman (Pyramid Country) found a photo and an encrypted letter inside:

The photo showed two men—one massive (likely the wax figure’s human form), the other average-height but dwarfed in comparison. Their faces were blurred.
The letter was written in coded symbols. Deciphering it might reveal the wax figure’s secrets.

“If I recall… the Archives on the second floor had codebooks.”

He pocketed the letter and left—unlike others who sabotaged the cryo pods.

(With his reward item, Rahman could afford to keep them intact.)

Most chosen ones destroyed both pods, ensuring the wax figure couldn’t “recharge.”

Who knew if it might reappear later?

Eliminating it now was the safest move.

By 5:25 AM, everyone had retreated—many returning to their hiding spots.

But Lee Jung-pil (Korea) was different.

After wrecking the pods, he didn’t go back.

Instead, he braved Room 3-7—marked with a [DANGER] sign.

He was only the fourth to approach it…

And the first to open the door.