I’m a Max-Level Taoist Master, and You’re Throwing Me Into a Rules-Based Horror Game?! - Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Do You Really Think You Can Kill Me?

Mitarai Saburō was running out of strength.

As a sharp-witted detective, he naturally guessed that the next phase wouldn’t be so simple.

Right now, his priority was finding a way to regain combat power.

The three eerie security guards before him were absurdly strong—terrifying existences that made others cower in fear.

But if he could use them wisely, they might just solve his problems.

Rule 7 stated: When security guards are patrolling, do not appear in the hallway to avoid being sent to the treatment room.

However, the rules never specified that only outsiders would be sent to the treatment room. Maybe even hospital staff would suffer the same fate if caught in the hallway.

Sometimes, rules were absolute—even for the supernatural. They couldn’t defy them.

So, if he found himself in trouble, these guards might just be his lifeline.

This was Mitarai Saburō’s last chance to turn the tables.

He only had one traveler left. He had no other options.

And so, he made a bold decision—to tail the guards and map out their patrol routes.

Only by knowing their movements could he set his plan in motion.

…

Meanwhile, Zhang Yangqing acted like a boss, escorted by the three supernatural guards to the so-called “Treatment Room.”

Inside, there were several beds—the kind used to restrain patients during surgery.

Certain mechanisms, once activated, would strap the patient down so tightly that escape was impossible.

Observing this, Zhang Yangqing casually asked, “How does this thing work? What’s the procedure?”

The guards were puzzled by his question, but since he asked so politely—and considering he’d once been a guard himself—they figured there was no harm in explaining.

After all, in their eyes, Zhang Yangqing was already a dead man walking.

One guard replied indifferently, “Once we strap you in, we just pull this lever. Gas will flood the room, purifying both body and mind.”

“Purifying”—what a joke.

Any other contestant dragged in here would’ve met an instant death. The screen would simply go black.

Just as the audience started worrying for Zhang Yangqing, he said:

“Got it. You can leave now.”

The guards froze.

“Leave?”

We brought you here to execute you, not give you a guided tour! Who do you think you are?

The lead guard sneered, “Cooperate quietly, unless you want to die painfully.”

Tension thickened in the air.

The sound of heavy breathing echoed from behind their gas masks.

The slightest movement from Zhang Yangqing, and they’d strike without hesitation.

This was their absolute rule—an inescapable death sentence.

A suffocating pressure filled the room. The temperature dropped.

The sheer terror radiating from these three entities was enough to paralyze anyone.

Zhang Yangqing sighed.

“I was a guard too, you know. I didn’t want to do this.”

But since you’re asking for it…

As the guards closed in, the travelers bravely stepped forward to help.

Zhang Yangqing waved them off.

“Stay back. This isn’t your fight.”

If you jump in, I’ll just have to save you later.

Calmly staring down the three killing machines, he uttered:

“Do you really think you can kill me?”

That was the final straw.

The guards erupted in fury.

Today, we’ll make sure you learn what happens to those who break the rules.

A gale-force wind exploded as the three guards lunged at Zhang Yangqing—their speed and power beyond human limits.

They were enhanced supernatural entities, born for slaughter.

BOOM!

A deafening impact shook the entire hospital floor.

Every window on the level shattered instantly.

A golden light shimmered around Zhang Yangqing’s fist as he punched straight through the lead guard’s riot shield.

The force behind that strike was like an armor-piercing shell.

The first guard was sent flying, embedded into the wall—so deep that prying him out would be impossible.

The second guard swung his baton at Zhang Yangqing’s back—only to hit empty air.

A blur of golden light flickered past.

A mocking voice echoed behind him:

“This is all you’ve got?”

Before he could react, a crushing kick snapped his spine in half.

His baton clattered to the ground as his body ragdolled across the room, unconscious before he even hit the floor.

The third guard barely had time to realize his mistake before—

CRACK!

Zhang Yangqing snatched the airborne baton and caved in the guard’s skull in one swing.

Brain matter oozed out as the guard’s head was driven down into his chest, his body now grotesquely compacted.

The entire fight lasted mere seconds.

Smooth. Precise. Effortless.

As if Zhang Yangqing had already foreseen every move, every outcome.

The travelers stood frozen, utterly speechless.

Zhang Yangqing tossed the baton aside like it was nothing, his expression unchanged.

Even the viewers were stunned.

[Comments Section]

• “I thought Zhang Tian Shi was strong before… but this is next-level.”

• “How powerful IS he?! These guards wiped out wraiths like they were nothing!”

• *”He didn’t even break a sweat. A 2.5-star dungeon isn’t enough to push him.”*

• “I wanna see him go all out, but the monsters just aren’t strong enough!”

As the audience buzzed with excitement, Zhang Yangqing ordered the travelers:

“Drag them into the treatment room.”

True to their nature as hidden supernatural entities, the guards’ bodies were already regenerating.

No matter how severe the injury—even if only a finger remained—they’d fully recover.

In everyone’s eyes, they were immortal.

But Zhang Yangqing was about to conduct an experiment no one else would dare attempt.

Two minutes later, the guards stirred awake—only to find themselves strapped to the treatment tables.

Outside the glass window, Zhang Yangqing (now wearing a gas mask) pulled the lever.

Black gas hissed through the pipes, flooding the chamber.

The guards thrashed desperately, but it was too late.

Even as they pleaded with their eyes, Zhang Yangqing masked face remained cold.

Soon, their movements ceased.

Five minutes passed.

No signs of life.

Their once-imposing bodies shrank, reverting to ordinary human forms.

The audience was baffled—until Muscle Scholar Miller from the Eagle Country research team gasped:

“He’s using the rules to kill immortal entities!”

The realization hit like a lightning bolt.

You can DO that?!

While others struggled just to survive, Zhang Yangqing was exploiting the system itself to eliminate hidden bosses.

It was like watching someone play an entirely different game—one where survival was just the starting point.