I’m a Max-Level Taoist Master, and You’re Throwing Me Into a Rules-Based Horror Game?! - Chapter 67

Chapter 67: Rules Transcend Even the Supernatural!

After closing the valve and waiting for the [Purification] gas to dissipate, Zhang Yangqing, wearing a gas mask, personally entered to inspect.

The three supernatural security guards were indeed dead—completely incapable of reviving this time.

Previously, when he eliminated hidden supernatural entities, their bodies would squirm, reconnect, and eventually stitch themselves back together or regenerate. It was as if the strange world had granted them unique abilities.

To ordinary people, this seemed like true immortality.

At the time, Zhang Yangqing had pondered: How can these indestructible beings be truly eradicated?

This time, he noticed a rule:

[Rule 5: The hospital contains lethal hazards. Do not touch them carelessly.]

Since this was an instant-death rule, Zhang Yangqing began to analyze it.

Rules transcend all beings and objects in both the real world and the supernatural world.

Thus, they must also transcend hidden supernatural entities.

The dimension of rules operates on a higher level—which was why he could establish them.

Realizing this, Zhang Yangqing conceived the idea of using rules to kill hidden supernatural beings.

Now, it was clear: the “immortality” of these entities was only relative to ordinary humans and natives of the supernatural world.

If they violated an instant-death rule, they would still be annihilated by the rules themselves.

This was the terrifying power of rules.

At first, the audience didn’t understand why this worked. It wasn’t until the expert panel explained that viewers felt a chill run down their spines.

• “Unbelievable! Other contestants struggle just to deal with ordinary supernatural beings, let alone special ones—yet Zhang Tian-Shi is already figuring out how to eliminate hidden entities!”

• “Damn, Zhang Tian-Shi just handed us the method to kill hidden supernatural beings… but does he really think we’d dare try it?”

• “Even ‘immortal’ hidden entities can be killed—this method is truly ingenious.”

• “I told you Zhang Tian-Shi isn’t reckless. He’s just exploring the secrets of the supernatural world. No need to panic.”

• “Zhang Tian-Shi’s ‘game version’ is updating too fast—we can’t even keep up!”

Hu Liuqi stared at the screen, sighing in amazement.

Whatever the others could think of, Zhang Tian-Shi had already considered—but what Zhang Tian-Shi conceived, most couldn’t even comprehend.

That was the mark of his true strength.

Which was why Hu Liuqi never questioned Zhang Yangqing’s decisions—he felt unworthy of doing so.

Inside the Supernatural World

Zhang Yangqing had changed into the familiar security uniform.

This outfit was far more imposing than the one he wore the previous night.

The gas mask, in particular, was a perfect defense against the toxic air here.

It could even be considered a [Special Item].

Essentially, he’d looted it from defeating monsters.

However, this information was useless to other contestants.

Even if they were told they could get gear here, they wouldn’t dare fight for it.

Seeing Zhang Yangqing’s new attire, the hooded traveler stepped forward with flattery:

“Guide, this outfit looks tailor-made for you! Even an ordinary security uniform looks like high-class formal wear on you—your bearing is majestic and heroic!”

Zhang Yangqing glanced at him, gave a thumbs-up, and said:

“I like honest travelers like you. There are two more sets here—pick one.”

“Yes, yes! Thank you, Guide!”

The hooded traveler eagerly changed into the uniform, grinning smugly.

The other travelers nearby shot him disdainful looks.

“You little suck-up! You’re shameless!”

“You’re disgracing us natives!”

“For a lousy uniform, you’d stoop this low? Pathetic!”

Then, in unison, they began imitating him, showering Zhang Yangqing with praise—from his hair to his toenails, his personality to his character.

All just to beg for a uniform.

The reason was simple: Zhang Yangqing had already deduced the escape method.

The travelers had also realized—

The only way out was to [Clock Out].

Doctors and nurses finished work at 8 PM.

If they wore staff uniforms, they could leave alongside them.

Wearing patient gowns or other attire? No chance.

Now that security uniforms were available, the travelers wanted their tickets out—ensuring they wouldn’t be abandoned here later for lacking the right clothes.

Meanwhile, in Other Nations’ Scenarios

Sakura Country’s contestant, Mitarai Saburō, had also realized this and began scheming against the security guards.

Of course, his plan was to use the guards to execute the doctors and nurses, then take their uniforms.

He wouldn’t dare attack the guards directly.

The global audience couldn’t help but marvel at the contrast with Dragon Country’s contestant.

This transcendent being was so powerful that even supernatural entities fawned over him.

It was clear—he wasn’t even playing the same game as the others.

No, scratch that—he wasn’t even on the same plane of existence!

Mitarai also didn’t dare eliminate the doctors and nurses yet—he still needed them for masks and antidotes.

With hours left until 8 PM, who could guarantee nothing would go wrong?

Killing the medical staff too early meant no safety net.

So he was biding his time—the closer to 8 PM, the better.

With fewer people, his needs were smaller—an advantage, but also a risk.

Would the supernatural guards follow his plan?

Would unexpected events ruin everything?

His survival was still uncertain.

And let’s not forget—at 4:40 PM, the cafeteria would become a bloodbath.

Other contestants were also starting to strategize their escape, slowly piecing together the same logic.

Those with more manpower plotted how to kill doctors and nurses.

Those alone? Desperately racking their brains for alternatives.

…

Jones narrowly avoided the patrolling supernatural guards, only venturing out after sending travelers to scout.

Now he understood why so many contestants died early in the last supernatural trial.

Alone, every move was a gamble—one misstep, and it was over.

This time, having travelers as allies gave him some margin for error.

It also deepened his awe for Dragon Country’s contestant—how could anyone be so effortlessly dominant in this hellscape?

Many contestants, before entering, had deluded themselves:

“Maybe I can be as relaxed as Dragon Country’s guy. It doesn’t look that hard on screen.”

But once inside?

“This is inhumanely impossible!”

To survive, you had to be cautious yet constantly push your limits.

Jones had enough allies now—as long as he didn’t get cocky, he could make it.

With that thought, he reached the elevator in the main building.

Next step: verify if the so-called [Safe Room] was truly safe.

He gulped.

The emptiness here felt ominous.