I’m a Max-Level Taoist Master, and You’re Throwing Me Into a Rules-Based Horror Game?! - Chapter 5

Chapter 5: A Bold Idea in My Mind!

Zhang Yangqing glanced around the security room, confirming that nothing was amiss, then sat on a stool and unfolded the note.

Written clearly were the next set of rules:

[Rule 6: The delivery workers are all good people. Try your best to fulfill their requests.]

[Rule 7: The exhibition room contains many incomplete wax figures. If you can restore them, you will receive a reward.]

[Rule 8: If you’re hungry, you can go to the wax museum’s restaurant. There, you’ll find what you need. While eating, make sure you are the only person around. If you need to heat up food, be sure to check for flammable materials nearby—otherwise, it may lead to irreversible consequences.]

[Rule 9: There is a map of the wax museum in the exhibition room. If you want to go to other areas, find the map first.]

[Rule 10: Someone will come to take over your shift at 8:00 AM.]

After reading, Zhang Yangqing stroked his chin, as if he had already pieced something together.

“Rules 6 to 9 are telling me how to survive the remaining time. Rule 10 is the condition for clearing this stage. That means there’s still some ‘entertainment’ left for the night. Interesting.”

His murmurs sent chills down the spines of all Dragon Country’s viewers.

The atmosphere was terrifying—most people watching the livestream were trembling in fear, some even hiding under their blankets, too scared to look.

Yet here he was, calling it “entertainment” and saying it was “interesting”?

Other chosen contestants couldn’t wait to get out!

“Bro, are you seriously not done having fun yet?”

However, the experts in Dragon Country’s task force breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Zhang Yangqing’s words.

“It seems this chosen contestant isn’t just guessing blindly. He must have already deduced something.”

Hu Liuqi stared intently at Zhang Yangqing’s confident expression on the screen, full of doubt. Just how strong is this guy to remain so calm in this kind of environment?

Even if it were him, Hu Liuqi wasn’t sure he could stay as composed as Zhang Yangqing.

Because Hu Liuqi knew one thing—no matter how strong someone was, they still needed to think carefully about the rules. Only by fully understanding them could they clear the stage.

A single misstep in any detail could lead to failure.

After reading the rules, some of the other chosen contestants stayed in the security room to charge their devices, some checked their bodies for any suspicious marks, and others wore expressions of relief, savoring a brief moment of peace.

After all, the next patrol wasn’t until 2:00 AM—they still had two hours to recover their stamina.

Those who had survived so far were, in every aspect, among the best.

Surprisingly, the contestant from Ramen Country—the one who had barricaded the door in reverse—was still alive.

But everyone knew it was only a matter of time.

He hadn’t obtained the later rules and had no idea how to clear the stage.

There were surely more events to come, and no one knew how long Ramen Country’s contestant, Rossi, could hold on.

What followed was a long wait. Though it was only two hours, for the contestants, it was torture.

During this time, they had to be ready for any sudden developments.

Some contestants began searching the security room for useful items.

But even after prying open the metal cabinets, they found nothing inside.

The only thing of note was the foul-smelling security jacket—no one knew what it was for.

Many wondered if they were supposed to wear it later to mask their scent or something similar.

But for now, no one was willing to put it on.

The two hours of torment passed quickly. When the clock struck 2:00 AM, the contestants’ nerves, which had just begun to relax, tensed up again.

Viewers whose chosen contestants were still alive watched with bated breath, praying for their success.

Dragon Country’s audience begged Zhang Yangqing not to take risks—but true to form, he did exactly that.

Unsurprisingly, Zhang Yangqing was the first to step out, and he even seemed excited.

According to the rules, the exhibition room should now be accessible, and inside would be the key item needed to clear the stage—the map.

While other contestants moved cautiously, Zhang Yangqing strode confidently, searching for the entrance to the exhibition room.

Some contestants were extremely careful—after confirming the security room hadn’t disappeared, they slowly felt their way along the walls, searching for the entrance. They didn’t dare shine their flashlights around recklessly like Zhang Yangqing.

As a result, most contestants, including Eagle Country’s John, moved at a snail’s pace.

This was a life-or-death game. After barely surviving the first stage, they were just starting to understand the mechanics.

No one wanted to make a careless mistake now.

It seemed this dungeon still gave them plenty of time to prepare—after all, patrols were only required every two hours.

The contestants walked step by step, making sure there were no traps, moving so carefully that they barely made a sound.

Out of all the surviving contestants, only Zhang Yangqing looked like a normal security guard on patrol. The rest looked more like thieves sneaking around a wax museum.

At one point, Eagle Country’s John found the main hall’s light switch but deliberately avoided it.

Meanwhile, Bear Country’s contestant was bold—he flipped the switch, hoping to turn on the lights for better visibility.

But after a few clicks, the hall remained dark.

After resetting the switch, he continued his search for the exhibition room, a faint smirk on his face—as if he had realized something.

The main hall had many passageways—some leading upstairs, some to storage rooms, and others winding into small exhibition areas filled with incredibly lifelike wax figures, even more exquisite than those in the main hall.

The wax museum was vast and complex, making the search for the exhibition room far from easy.

Sakura Country’s contestant, Yasuda Takeshi, entered a particularly refined small exhibition room and gulped.

As he slowly swept his flashlight around, he realized this room was filled with wax figures of beautiful women.

Though he dared not look at their faces, their exposed skin was pale and delicate, their collarbones and shoulders so perfectly sculpted they seemed enchanting—almost hypnotic.

The curves hidden beneath their clothes invited endless imagination.

Each wax figure had a tall, voluptuous figure, with slender waists that created flawless proportions.

Yasuda Takeshi, being short, found himself staring directly at the ample curves of one wax figure, his gaze locked in place.

Other contestants had passed through this area but left after a single glance.

But Yasuda Takeshi, after one look, couldn’t help but step inside.

The wax figures were so realistic—every detail of their skin was meticulously crafted.

He could even smell a faint, alluring fragrance from them, sending his hormones into overdrive.

Combined with their perfect proportions, Yasuda couldn’t tear his eyes away. He had never seen such flawless artistry in his life.

If he left now, he might never see such perfection again.

And so, a bold idea formed in his mind:

“I’ll just touch it… once.”