I’m a Max-Level Taoist Master, and You’re Throwing Me Into a Rules-Based Horror Game?! - Chapter 65

Chapter 65: The Chosen One Hanging by a Thread!

Huff… Huff… Huff…

The heavy breathing behind the mask grew closer with each step.

Every breath the eerie security guard took thickened the suffocating atmosphere in the hallway.

Even those watching through the screen could feel the overwhelming pressure.

The audience instinctively held their breaths, afraid to make a sound.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yangqing’s footsteps were firm and powerful, his body shrouded in a faint, mystical aura. Every movement he made seemed to resonate with the surroundings.

The sheer dominance radiating from him was undeniable—proof of his unrivaled strength.

And behind him?

The tourists were enveloped in a palpable, bloodthirsty killing intent.

Like a pack of starved wolves, they seemed ready to devour every living thing in sight!

The three eerie security guards were undoubtedly terrifying, but Zhang Yangqing’s side exuded an even greater pressure.

The tension was like two planets about to collide—so intense that countless viewers clenched their fists in anticipation.

[Commentary from the audience:]

• “Can Zhang Tian-Shi really handle this? These aren’t ordinary ghosts… I can feel their menace even through the screen!”

• “No kidding! I just saw a fierce ghost on another stream get its head blown off in one hit. They grab people like they’re picking up chicks—must be some kind of enhanced hidden entity!”

• “Zhang Tian-Shi, be careful! Watch out for their weapons… I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

• “The pressure is insane… I’m getting nervous just watching!”

• “What’s there to fear? Just bulldoze through! Zhang Tian-Shi can suppress any supernatural horror!”

• “Go, Zhang Tian-Shi! Show the weird world what a true transcendent looks like!”

As the two groups drew closer, the audience held their breaths, eyes glued to the screen.

They knew it—something spectacular was about to happen.

The moment Zhang Tian-Shi stepped forward, an inevitable battle would erupt!

Inside the Bizarre World

Zhang Yangqing’s “Terror Tour Group” and the eerie security team of Smiling Sanitarium came to a simultaneous halt.

They were now face-to-face.

Neither side showed any intention of backing down—there was no room for negotiation.

Before the eerie security guard could speak, Zhang Yangqing sized him up and said casually:

“Hey man, that uniform’s pretty slick. I never got one like that when I was on duty.”

Zhang Yangqing was genuinely envious. The flimsy, thin security uniform he wore yesterday couldn’t even keep him warm.

But this guy? He looked like he was kitted out for special forces!

The professional gear made Zhang Yangqing sigh in admiration.

If I’d worn something like this yesterday, none of those ghosts would’ve dared to mess with me.

Hearing this, the eerie security guard couldn’t help but ask:

“You’ve worked security before?”

Zhang Yangqing shrugged.

“Yeah, just finished my night shift this morning. Came straight here to be a tour guide.”

“Damn, that’s rough, man.”

“Tell me about it. Gotta make a living somehow.”

Everyone was dumbfounded.

“Wait… where’s the epic battle we were waiting for? Why are they just chatting?!”

“We were all hyped up, and this is what we get?!”

Some speculated that Zhang Yangqing might have gained “security faction affinity” from his last run.

But what happened next left everyone even more confused—even the experts in the analysis room were scratching their heads.

Inside the Sanitarium

After a brief exchange, Zhang Yangqing made a surprising request:

“Alright, take me to the treatment room.”

Not only were the viewers baffled, but even the three eerie security guards were taken aback.

This was the first time they’d encountered someone so… cooperative.

Their job was simple: drag anyone found wandering the halls into the treatment room for “therapy”—which, in reality, meant execution.

No exceptions.

That was the rule of this hospital’s hidden entities.

If you didn’t break the rules, they might turn a blind eye.

But Zhang Yangqing had broken the rules.

If he had just hidden, they might have ignored him.

But walking straight up to them?

No amount of small talk would change their mission.

Most people either struggled or were dragged away screaming.

Those who resisted too much were killed on the spot.

But Zhang Yangqing?

He wasn’t just cooperating—he was leading the way.

This was a first for them.

Still, as long as he didn’t resist, they had no reason to act violently.

As Zhang Yangqing walked off with the three eerie guards, the viewers in the Dragon Nation were losing their minds.

[Audience Comments:]

• “Damn, Zhang Tian-Shi’s vibe just shifted on a dime!”

• “Maybe the hidden treasure is in the treatment room? Did he figure out the secret reward location?”

• “Nah, I just saw Maple Country’s Chosen One get executed in there. There’s no treasure.”

• “Is this a stalling tactic? Maybe he doesn’t want to fight these hidden entities yet—there’s still time left in the run.”

• “Doubt it. If he didn’t want to fight, he could’ve just left. I don’t get why he approached them.”

• “Weird… other Chosen Ones scream and beg when caught. Zhang Tian-Shi looks like he’s on an inspection tour. Is he really just exploring for completion percentage?”

• “Honestly… that might actually be it!”

While the Dragon Nation’s audience remained relatively relaxed (thanks to Zhang Yangqing’s overwhelming strength), the viewers in Sakura Nation looked like they’d just attended a funeral.

As the saying goes: The higher they flew, the harder they fell.

Earlier, they had been bragging in the global chat, mocking other nations’ Chosen Ones.

Some even demanded that other countries pay to watch their stream.

Now?

The global chat was flooded with people cursing them out, blaming Sakura Nation’s Chosen One for misleading everyone.

Mitarai Saburō’s team had already suffered losses—his strongest ghost tourist died while attacking a patient.

Now, only his assistant and the female ghost remained.

This left him in an even more precarious situation.

Since the assistant’s identity was [Citizen] and [Tour Guide], not [Tourist], if the female ghost died, Mitarai would instantly trigger a death condition.

In other words—he was hanging by a thread.

Even Sakura Nation’s experts were starting to think Mitarai might have made a fatal miscalculation.

A few optimists still held out hope, arguing that as long as he kept two people fed, he could still clear the stage.

But Mitarai wasn’t the only one in trouble.

Every Chosen One who followed his strategy was now in danger—some had already been eliminated.

Those who maintained their original numbers were barely scraping by, having secured the uniforms at the cost of some losses.

But those who increased their numbers?

They were cruising through this stage. Even with some casualties, their teams were still strong.

This was what a true Terror Tour Group looked like—and they were starting to understand why.

Back in the sanitarium, Mitarai Saburō also encountered the terrifying security guards.

One glance was enough to send chills down his spine.

Only a Chosen One could truly grasp the depth of that fear.

But as he avoided them, a thought struck him:

“Maybe… I can use them to clear the stage!”