I’m a Max-Level Taoist Master, and You’re Throwing Me Into a Rules-Based Horror Game?! - Chapter 9
Chapter 9: Three Very Special Creatures in the Supernatural World!
The chosen ones knew that in this supernatural world, completing their mission wouldn’t be so simple.
There were bound to be many obstacles, but this time, things felt particularly eerie.
Who wouldn’t be scared when such a creature suddenly appeared in the dead of night?
Most of the chosen ones here had watched others clear these trials before and had developed their own strategies based on experience.
As everyone knew, there were three very special types of creatures in the supernatural world:
- The kind-faced elderly,
- The playful, innocent children,
- The elusive black cats.
Encountering any of these three required extreme caution.
They might either help you clear the trial or lead you to your doom—it all depended on how you interacted with them. After all, if they appeared in the scenario, they had to serve some purpose.
John, the chosen one from Eagle Country, took a deep breath to steady himself. He had a bold theory.
Since entering the exhibition room, he’d noticed that not all moving wax figures were hostile. Some were even afraid of humans.
Perhaps this little boy was the key to completing the mission?
With that in mind, John avoided looking directly into the boy’s eyes and forced himself to say, “Hey kid, I can play with you. How about we build something? Let’s stack these dismembered limbs like blocks and put them back together.”
“That sounds fun! Let’s do that!”
The boy’s shrill laughter echoed through the exhibition room, sending chills down John’s spine.
Then the boy got to work. His strength was unnatural—he could easily lift even the heaviest limbs.
The most terrifying part? He seemed to know exactly which limb belonged to which wax figure.
It was almost as if… he had been the one to dismantle them in the first place.
John felt like he might have gambled correctly.
Meanwhile, Eagle Country’s viewers erupted in cheers as they watched John’s brilliance unfold.
- Professor John is truly exceptional! Staying calm under pressure and making the right choice—no other chosen one compares!
- Who else could manipulate the supernatural like this? Only our Eagle Country’s chosen one!
- John is incredible! We should build a statue of him when he gets back—he’s a hero!
- This difficulty is nothing for John. I’m going to sleep and wake up to our country’s rewards tomorrow.
Most Eagle Country viewers swelled with pride, even gleefully switching to other nations’ screens to watch their chosen ones struggle, basking in their own superiority.
Some chosen ones, believing it best to avoid trouble, turned and ran. But the little boy thought they were playing hide-and-seek and chased after them, laughing all the while.
Even if the chosen ones weren’t scared, the viewers certainly were.
Others guessed the boy might be harmless—even useful—but unlike John, they weren’t clever enough to steer the interaction. Instead, they asked the boy what he wanted to play.
“Horsey!” the boy demanded.
So the chosen ones got down on all fours, letting the boy ride them like a horse, hoping he’d give them a clue once he was satisfied.
Eagle Country’s viewers sneered at the sight.
This is your skill level? You call yourselves chosen ones? Just go die already!
But when they switched to Dragon Country’s screen, their smugness vanished.
What the hell is he doing?!
When Zhang Yangqing arrived at Exhibition Room D, the little boy tugged at his pants and begged to play.
Dragon Country’s viewers held their breath.
They knew their chosen one never followed the script—he might just kick the kid away.
Other chosen ones wouldn’t dare, but this guy? Hard to say.
And yet, Zhang Yangqing still managed to surprise them.
Faced with the boy’s pleading, Zhang Yangqing snapped, “Piss off.”
The boy burst into tears.
If you’ve ever heard a toddler wail, you know how ear-splitting it can be. This wasn’t just loud—it was glass-shattering, reverberating through the entire exhibition room.
Worse, his cries seemed to awaken other entities in the room. Strange noises began to stir.
The viewers were stunned.
No wonder they say playful children are one of the most dangerous threats in the supernatural world.
Dragon Country’s audience panicked, begging Zhang Yangqing to apologize and pacify the kid.
After coming this far, he can’t fail over something so trivial!
Even if he was strong, how many wax figures could he fight at once?
And if he accidentally damaged a real one, it’d be an instant failure.
Even Dragon Country’s experts thought Zhang Yangqing was being reckless.
Just humor the kid! Look at Eagle Country—they’re using him to complete the mission!
As chaos loomed, Zhang Yangqing barked, “Shut up!”
The boy kept wailing, louder than ever.
Then, like a divine decree, Zhang Yangqing’s voice boomed:
“I’ll count to three!”
Before he even started, the crying stopped dead.
The disturbances in the exhibition room ceased too—whether out of fear or because they were tied to the boy’s emotions.
Sniffling, the boy slunk away, returning to wherever he’d come from.
Zhang Yangqing didn’t care.
You think I’ll indulge you just because you’re a kid? The more you give in to brats, the worse they act.
The viewers were speechless.
…That actually worked?
- Can someone explain “Lao Zi Shu Dao San”? Is it some kind of spell?
- Not a spell—it’s a 5A-rated tourist attraction in Bashu region.
- Yeah, I’m from Bashu. I swear it’s true.
- Really? I didn’t go to school much—don’t lie to me!
- I don’t get it either, but just hearing it sent chills down my spine.
Dragon Country sighed in relief, but viewers elsewhere were sweating.
John from Eagle Country was the fastest to “complete” the wax figure reassembly—thanks to the boy happily piecing them together like a game.
Other chosen ones were still exhausting themselves playing with the kid, unsure how much longer it’d take.
And then there was Zhang Yangqing, who just glanced at the mess and walked away.
Did he give up on the reward? Or does he have another plan?
But as John finished the seventh figure, he hit a major snag.
He’d reassembled 99% of each wax figure—except for one tiny missing piece per.
A finger, a toe, a nose… just one detail short of completion.
In supernatural trials, rewards often boosted survival odds.
John tried scavenging missing parts from other broken wax figures, but it didn’t work.
The original pieces were required.
Swallowing his frustration, John smiled at the boy.
“Hey kid, these ‘blocks’ seem to be missing a few pieces. Did you hide them?”
The boy pouted. “Big bro, I think they were already like this when we started. I put them back exactly how I found them.”
He seemed sincere—more upset at being doubted than guilty.
The realization hit John like a thunderbolt.
Exhibition Room D is a trap. It’s a dumping ground for defective figures!
Why didn’t you say so earlier?! I wasted all this time for nothing!
He cursed himself for not realizing after the first figure.
And among all the chosen ones, only one hadn’t wasted a single second:
Zhang Yangqing.
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
