I’m a Max-Level Taoist Master, and You’re Throwing Me Into a Rules-Based Horror Game?! - Chapter 84
Chapter 84: Maybe What You Really Need to Clear the Bizarre World Is… Brains?
A desperate cry came from outside the door, trembling with what sounded like tears.
Whoever was out there was clearly in danger.
Through the peephole, the chosen ones could see a curly-haired, beautiful young woman with an enviable figure.
She was frantically knocking, pleading for help.
And behind her, something terrifying was approaching.
A hulking middle-aged man, his body rippling with muscle, covered in tattoos so dense they seemed to swallow the light.
The ink twisted across his skin like ravenous beasts, shifting with every movement of his muscles.
At first glance, he radiated menace.
But the truly bizarre part?
He wasn’t wearing a shirt—just a pink apron, paired with black leather hot pants, fishnet stockings, and a pair of twitching bunny ears on his head.
In one hand, a frying pan. In the other, a spatula.
The man looked like a deranged househusband.
Nothing about him was normal.
Given their experience, the chosen ones knew:
In the bizarre world, the weirder something looks, the deadlier it is.
And this guy? Top-tier nightmare fuel.
His sheer presence was more oppressive than the animal-masked butchers from the Smiling Hospital.
The bunny-eared menace wasn’t in a hurry.
As he lumbered closer, he called out in a stern, fatherly tone:
“Come home, daughter. Your mother is waiting for dinner.”
The curly-haired woman sobbed, pounding on the door.
“You freak! I’m not your daughter!”
Now, the chosen ones faced a choice:
Save her or not?
This wasn’t about playing hero—everyone here was smart enough to know no reward, no risk.
But saving her might mean critical intel.
While others hesitated, Abe Hirohira, Blossom Nation’s top Onmyōji, flung the door open.
His philosophy?
“Fear only exists when you’re weak.”
Even if this was a trap, he wasn’t worried.
“With my power, I’ll slaughter whatever comes.”
As the door swung open, he summoned three shikigami—two guarding him, one merging with his body.
He was ready for war.
But the moment the door opened—
The bunny-eared brute had already seized the woman’s hair, dragging her back.
The frying pan and spatula clattered to the ground.
“Stop!”
Abe Hirohira lunged, aiming to snap the man’s arm.
But the second his fingers closed around that tattooed limb—
It was like gripping solid steel.
No matter how hard he strained, he couldn’t budge it.
The bunny-eared man’s face darkened.
Then—
WHOOSH!
A fist tore through the air, the force alone making the hallway hum with pressure.
The two shikigami reacted instantly—
One yanked Abe Hirohira back, the other took the blow head-on.
BOOM!
The shikigami exploded into fragments.
The shockwave sent Abe Hirohira flying back into the apartment, skidding across the floor.
By the time he scrambled up, his confidence was shattered.
But the bunny-eared man didn’t care about him.
He just dragged the woman away, vanishing down the hall.
Abe Hirohira stared at the shattered remains of his shikigami, his hands trembling.
That shikigami could’ve stopped a truck.
Yet it was obliterated in one punch.
If that hit me… my skull would’ve popped like a grape.
For the first time, doubt crept in.
Meanwhile, Around the World…
Two superhumans had already failed miserably in this 3-star instance.
Viewers were starting to question:
“Is the bizarre world just… unbeatable now?”
Especially in Blossom Nation, fans were in disbelief.
“Our greatest Onmyōji just got humiliated?!”
Some theorized:
“Maybe the Dragon Nation’s superhuman has been fighting monsters like this all along?”
“Or the difficulty just spiked?”
But then—
Someone actually saved the woman.
Eagle Nation’s Muscle Scholar, Miller, pulled it off.
Unlike the overconfident superhumans, he used his brain.
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Flour as a makeshift blinding powder (stolen from the kitchen).
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The black cat—the apartment’s guardian.
The second he opened the door, the cat screeched.
And the bunny-eared brute?
He bolted like a scared rabbit.
Viewers and analysts had the same realization:
“Maybe strength isn’t the key here…
Maybe it’s strategy.”
Other chosen ones figured it out too—either by using the cat or staying out of it entirely.
But the overconfident superhumans?
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Three died.
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Seven were injured.
Even the High Monk of Spice Nation, with his invulnerability technique, barely survived one punch before noping out.
“If I go all-out now, what happens when something worse shows up?”
By now, viewers were convinced:
Superhumans were the underdogs in this instance.
But one question remained:
“What about the Dragon Nation’s superhuman?”
Blossom Nation’s viewers rushed to his screen, almost hoping to see him get wrecked too.
(After all, misery loves company.)
The moment arrived—
Zhang Yangqing strolled to the door…
…without the cat.
Blossom Nation’s viewers grinned.
“This is it. He’s done for.”
But then—
Zhang Yangqing studied the bunny-eared man, smirked, and said:
“Oh? Tattoos, huh? You some kind of… gangster?”
Dragon Nation’s viewers: “…”
At first, they’d been sweating bullets.
But now?
“Oh. He’s about to style on everyone again, isn’t he?”
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