I’m a Max-Level Taoist Master, and You’re Throwing Me Into a Rules-Based Horror Game?! - Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Weren’t You Laughing Just Now? Go Ahead, Laugh Now!

As the goblin security guard passed through the lobby, he noticed shattered wax figures scattered across the floor.

At the sight, he gulped.

So this is why the lobby was so quiet… Before I even got here, he’d already dealt with the troublemakers.

Though the goblin appeared meek on the outside, inside, he was as calm as an old dog.

He had his own plan—one meant to give Zhang Yangqing a surprise.

At exactly 6:30 AM, the wax museum’s temperature control system would shut down temporarily.

This brief period wouldn’t be enough to melt the wax figures, but it would break the seals on all the cursed ones.

This was something the goblin guard had conveniently left out when talking to Zhang Yangqing.

Hey, I told him about the treasure, my identity, and even the female specter in the staff lounge. If he didn’t ask about the rest, that’s not my fault, right?

Besides, after the beating Zhang Yangqing had given him and the time it took to explain things, the goblin was certain—

It’s almost time.

Meanwhile, the other challengers were making their own preparations.

Rahman mustered his courage and entered Room 3-2, where he discovered that the frozen wax figure inside the cryo-pod showed no intention of attacking him.

This must be the right hiding spot.

Before long, hurried footsteps echoed outside the door.

The sounds were chaotic—figures were tearing open every door they could find, yet none dared enter 3-2.

They feared the cold… and the frozen wax figure inside.

So instead, they scoured every corner, searching for the challengers.

Rahman shivered from the chill, but at least he was safe—for now.

Earlier, he had tried extracting information from the female specter in the second-floor staff lounge, but he couldn’t trust her words.

What if the “switch” she mentioned actually raised the temperature?

That would mean destroying the wax figures—and an instant game over.

It might have been true, but Rahman wasn’t willing to gamble. Better to play it safe.

If things got desperate, he still had the wax mask—he could always try blending in.

…

The first to fall was Rossi, the challenger from Pasta Land.

When the cursed wax figures smashed through the window, he was exhausted, starving, and utterly defenseless.

His screen went black.

No one was surprised.

Five other challengers had destroyed the cryo-pods holding the frozen specters.

Three more had hidden in Room 3-2, but without the frozen specters to replenish their energy, the enraged wax figures eventually broke in.

Even as the frozen specter fought desperately, it was no match.

Lee Jung-pil, the challenger from Noodle Country, realized his mistake too late.

He managed to sprint out in time, bursting through the museum’s front doors to beg the goblin guard for help.

But this was where things took a dark turn.

The goblin, who had been so timid around Zhang Yangqing, was a completely different beast now.

With a single hand, he crushed Lee’s throat, a cruel smirk twisting his face.

Gasping for air, Lee choked out:

“I—I let you in… Why… kill me?”

The goblin sneered.

“If you’d opened the door right away, maybe I’d have spared you. But you made me wait over thirty minutes. I’m done playing.”

The screen went dark.

Noodle Country’s viewers could finally start the feast.

Tears streamed down their faces—while they happily helped themselves to two extra bowls of rice.

The number of survivors had plummeted from 14 to 8.

While the other seven challengers shivered in hiding, Zhang Yangqing was already hunting for the final treasure.

He was the only one who didn’t bother hiding—and the only one who could see what was really happening outside.

Every eye was glued to his screen.

But this time, even the viewers from Dragon Country felt their stomachs tighten.

Before Zhang Yangqing and the goblin could even reach the second floor, a horde of cursed wax figures surrounded them on the staircase.

These weren’t just any wax figures—they were nightmares brought to life.

• The masked slasher from horror films.

• The hooded Reaper, scythe in hand.

• Jason, the drowned killer, water dripping from his rotting clothes.

• The grinning clown, its teeth stained with blood.

• A stench-ridden zombie in tattered robes.

• A two-headed ghoul, its limbs twisted at unnatural angles.

They stood in a wall of darkness, their forms wreathed in black mist.

The goblin guard wasn’t worried—he was half-wax figure himself. As long as he didn’t provoke them, they wouldn’t attack.

Their sole target?

Zhang Yangqing, the “security guard.”

Without the freezing seals, these horrors were at full strength.

Even the frozen specter could only barricade itself in its room, unleashing cold to keep the others out.

Seeing this, the goblin’s lips curled into a grin.

My plan worked. Surprise!

This is my gift to you.

…

The viewers gasped.

Even the Dragon Country analysts shot up from their seats.

Over a hundred cursed wax figures, each more terrifying than the last.

How could anyone survive this?

[Live Chat Explodes]

• “Oh god, there’s no way he can fight all of these!”

• “He’s gonna get worn down! Why didn’t he just hide in 3-2?!”

• “Maybe even he didn’t expect this many…”

• “RUN, BRO! JUST GET TO 3-2!”

• “Stay calm! He’s fast—if he just survives till time’s up…”

Fists clenched, viewers held their breath.

If Zhang Yangqing fell here, the entire Dragon Country would face the horror of the rules.

Yet…

Why wasn’t he moving?

Did he really not fear them?

Inside the museum, Zhang Yangqing scanned the horde and nodded.

“Good. Saves me the trouble of hunting you down one by one.”

Before anyone could process his words—

BOOM.

Lightning erupted.

Crackling violet energy engulfed his body, the sheer force making the entire museum tremble.

The thunderous roar drowned out all other sound.

Then—

With a single raise of his hand, a storm of lightning obliterated everything in its path.

The cursed figures didn’t even have time to scream.

In less than a second, the entire army of darkness was reduced to ash.

Only Zhang Yangqing and the goblin remained.

As the goblin stood frozen in disbelief, a heavy hand clamped onto his shoulder.

His legs buckled.

A voice, cold and divine, whispered in his ear:

“You seemed to find something funny earlier. Care to share the joke?”

Weren’t you laughing just now?

Go ahead, laugh now.