I’m a Max-Level Taoist Master, and You’re Throwing Me Into a Rules-Based Horror Game?! - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: I Might Not Know Thunder Magic, but That Doesn’t Stop Me from Looking Down on Him!

The death of the werewolf Andrew caused a global uproar to some extent.

Expert teams from many countries began re-evaluating the difficulty level of the bizarre world.

No one had expected that the first casualty would still be a superhuman.

In the world chat room, the reaction was even more explosive.

• “The way the Ramen Nation’s chosen one dies always surprises me—like, ‘Wow, you can die like that too?’” (IP: Noodle Nation)

• “Seriously, even in a situation where death should be impossible, this guy managed it. I can’t even begin to imagine how.” (IP: Spice Nation)

• “It’s like everyone else hasn’t even finished the opening cutscene, and this guy’s already dead.” (IP: Bear Nation)

• “Maybe they’re trying to collect seven bizarre deaths to summon a dragon and make a wish?” (IP: Blossom Nation)

• “The silver lining is that the Ramen Nation’s chosen one died quickly—now they don’t have to nervously watch the big screen anymore.” (IP: Tower Nation)

• “Having a superhuman enter is great, but if the chosen one’s brain isn’t up to par, it’s all for nothing.” (IP: Tower Nation)

• “I think it might be an issue with the increased difficulty of the instance.” (IP: Eagle Nation)

• “No, even the Dragon Nation’s chosen one in the last two rounds didn’t dare eat recklessly. Almost no one survives eating the wrong food.” (IP: Desert Nation)

• “Let’s hope our nation’s chosen one is a bit smarter.” (IP: Windmill Nation)

The death of the Ramen Nation’s superhuman cast doubt on the capabilities of superhumans in general.

But so far, aside from Andrew, no other major incidents had occurred.

Inside the bizarre world, the chosen ones continued their exploration.

After casually feeding the cat a mix of meat and vegetables, Zhang Yangqing began inspecting the other rooms.

The main focus was checking whether the electrical outlets in the house were functioning properly.

Since he was a tenant here, he had to be mindful of his role—landlords generally didn’t appreciate tenants making a mess.

However, two of the rules seemed somewhat contradictory:

• Rule 3: If you notice abnormal noises coming from the furniture, leave the house immediately.

• Rule 4: Pay attention to electricity and fire usage. If the house sustains major damage, the mission fails.

Notably, Rule 4 was a death rule.

Other chosen ones were racking their brains over how to prevent major damage to the house if the furniture started making strange noises. That was the real challenge.

Should they throw out the problematic furniture?

But would that count as violating Rule 4? That wasn’t clear.

The chaotic sound of rain outside made it harder for the chosen ones to concentrate.

The oppressive, damp atmosphere also left many feeling restless and uneasy.

Even for those who weren’t first-timers, the constant threat of death in this place was enough to unsettle anyone.

For Zhang Yangqing, Rule 4 was the only one that truly mattered.

As for the rest? Well, let’s just say he had his own way of interpreting them.

If the furniture started making noise, it was undoubtedly a sign of supernatural activity.

Zhang Yangqing’s solution? Make sure it never makes noise again.

He could eliminate the problem—permanently.

His philosophy was simple: “Whatever you are, if you don’t want to be completely destroyed, you’d better stay still.”

The chosen ones continued their search.

Aside from the initial bedroom, there was another one.

This bedroom had a solid steel door, giving off an impenetrable vibe.

Inside, the setup was simple—a large bed, a bright desk lamp on the nightstand, and a wardrobe big enough to fit a person.

The minimalistic design contrasted sharply with the eerie bedroom from earlier, creating an inexplicable sense of “safety.”

It almost made people want to lock the steel door, leave the outside to the cat, and call it a night.

While the newcomers were still checking for hidden dangers, the veterans already understood the first challenge of this bizarre world.

The phone showed the time: 10:02 PM.

Since the mission rules hadn’t been revealed yet, the pattern of these instances suggested that they’d have to spend the night in this house.

Choosing the right bedroom was the first test.

Pick correctly, and they’d survive until morning.

Pick wrong, and the supernatural would descend, wiping them out instantly.

The larger bedroom with the steel door was clearly the master bedroom, meant for adults.

The creepy child’s bedroom was obviously the secondary bedroom.

With the increased difficulty, the supernatural threats in this world might have also escalated.

Faced with unknown dangers, most chose to play it safe.

Only an idiot like Andrew would willingly walk into death—and out of two hundred chosen ones, there was usually only one of those.

The kitchen and bathroom were relatively normal, filled with old appliances and furniture, nothing too suspicious.

Some of the looser plugs were carefully tightened by meticulous chosen ones.

Most of the decorations in the house looked aged—except for the brand-new, snow-white blanket in the secondary bedroom.

It almost seemed like the room had been specially prepared for the chosen ones’ arrival.

Looking out the window, they could tell they were on a high floor.

Comparing it to the neighboring building, they estimated they were on the seventh floor.

That was all the information they could gather inside the house.

Aside from that, each chosen one had:

• A phone

• A key

• A stack of cash

…

The Onmyōji from Blossom Nation was entering this bizarre world for the first time.

His name was Abe Hirohira, born into a prestigious family of Onmyōji.

Unlike mere illusionists who relied on cheap tricks, Abe Hirohira was the real deal.

In Blossom Nation, an Onmyōji’s strength was measured by the power of their shikigami—supernatural beings sealed within their bodies and summoned for battle.

This was real combat ability, making them formidable in the bizarre world.

Typically, shikigami were passed down through generations, tamed and bound to their masters.

Being chosen as the nation’s representative meant Abe Hirohira was already one of Blossom Nation’s greatest.

And with nine shikigami under his command, his power was unmatched in his field.

Many in Blossom Nation even considered him on par with Zhang Yangqing.

“Last time, our detective lost—but that was just because detectives are weak. This time? We have real power!”

Some even believed that if Abe Hirohira had been chosen earlier, they would have been the ones to earn an SSS rating.

After all, what problem couldn’t be solved by summoning nine shikigami?

…At least, that’s what Blossom Nation liked to tell themselves.

Abe Hirohira surveyed the surroundings and concluded that while the setting seemed eerie, the actual difficulty wasn’t that high.

All he had to do was follow the rules and, when trouble arose, unleash his loyal shikigami to slaughter whatever stood in his way.

Just like the Dragon Nation’s superhuman—no need to exploit bugs, just clear it normally.

“This level of difficulty requires my presence?”

He was almost annoyed. “Any decent Onmyōji could handle this. Who do they think I am?”

He had, of course, watched Zhang Yangqing’s past clear records.

His verdict?

“Nothing special.”

Others might hesitate to say “I could do that,” but Abe Hirohira had no such reservations.

In his eyes, the Dragon Nation’s Celestial Master was just bullying weak supernatural entities.

“How hard could that be?”

“I might not know thunder magic, but that doesn’t stop me from looking down on him!”

Different fields required different expertise—after all, the Dragon Nation’s chosen ones couldn’t summon shikigami either.

Shikigami could be used in three ways:

1. Possession – Enhancing the body for combat.

2. Weapon Infusion – Binding them to weapons.

3. Summoning – Deploying them independently.

No matter the method, Abe Hirohira was confident he could breeze through this instance.

“If their top guy can do it, so can I.”

Now, he considered his next move logically.

If there were no obvious clues, he’d have to find new ones.

This house had clearly witnessed supernatural events—so the neighbors probably knew something.

Just as he prepared to leave and investigate, a frantic knocking came from the door.

“Is anyone there?! Please, help me!”