American Comics: I Died at the Hand of Thor, and Became a Rule-Based Ghost Story

As for the Thor who killed him...

Although he knew that Thor had acted unintentionally, the fact that Thor had killed him was something that Su Lin, who held a grudge, would not let go of so easily.

"I really want to know, what will you do when you face someone as unsolvable as me, Thor..."

Su Lin had no choice but to believe the system.

after all.

If there is no system.

He is long dead.

"Then what are the rules I control?"

Su Lin didn't know much about the strange rules and legends.

but.

He vaguely remembered that in every legend of rules, there were certain rules that had to be followed, and if violated, death would result.

and this.

It is also one of the methods of killing in the supernatural world of rules.

This time.

He didn't ask the system.

Some things are better explored on your own.

Close your eyes and let your consciousness sink into your brain.

soon.

Su Lin then learned about the rules of the supernatural tales he controlled.

The first rule of the Wasteland: Do not attack others without cause!

Just one?

He was stunned.

That's ridiculous.

"Host, it's normal that your abilities are still weak as a regular-level ghost story."

"However, you can add another rule yourself now."

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"Host, it's normal that your abilities are still weak as a regular-level ghost story."

"But don't worry, keep going, and one day you will become very strong."

"Moreover, you can now add another rule yourself."

Can I add it myself?

Su Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the number of ghost story rules is very small.

However, if you can add it yourself, you have more room for maneuver.

After all, the quality of an army is more important than its quantity.

The same principle applies to the laws of ghost stories.

At this time.

Su Lin suddenly realized that his own supernatural rule was different from other supernatural tales.

Other rule-based myths are themselves subject to various restrictions.

But he is different.

You can add rules as you like!

This is absolutely devastating!

He thought for a moment and then added another rule.

Wasteland Rule #2: No making any noise!

This rule seems quite ordinary on the surface.

In reality, however, it was filled with treachery and bloodshed.

This rule is designed to help Su Lin reap the benefits of life.

He learned from the system that if he wanted to grow stronger, he had to absorb the negative emotional power or the blood and souls of living beings.

The former allows for a sustainable improvement in one's strength.

However, the improvement speed is relatively slow.

The latter, however, allows one to grow rapidly.

The power of negative emotions includes fear, resentment, greed, and other negative emotions emanating from humans.

As for blood and soul, Su Lin also understands.

In order to grow, to break free from this small world of 1,000 square meters, and to see more light.

and so.

Su Lin deliberately added this rule, which is rather cruel.

The rule has been added.

It takes effect immediately.

at this time.

Su Lin began to observe the situation of his surroundings.

desolate.

There were no buildings, and there was no one there either.

This place seems like a wasteland.

"No, this is a wasteland. No wonder the rules I set are called the Wasteland Rules."

Su Lin: "......"

Does anyone come to this barren land?

wait.

Su Lin sighed. It was just bad luck that he died in such a bad spot.

If he dies in a busy city, his strength will definitely increase rapidly.

If you're not lucky, you can only wait.

after one day.

No one passed through this place.

Su Lin is not in a hurry.

Two days later.

Still no one.

"It's a country with a vast land area and a sparse population."

He cursed inwardly.

On the seventh day, there was finally some movement.

A car slowly drove into his kilometer-long range.

.....

"You damned doll, you killed my wife, and you still won't leave me alone."

"If we're going to die, we'll all die together! I want to take you down with me!"

Jamie drove the car and spoke menacingly to the strange-looking puppet in a suit sitting in the passenger seat.

He was filled with hatred for the human head before him.

Because his wife died at the hands of this puppet.

Just three days ago.

His wife, Lisa, suddenly received a package from a stranger.

Lisa didn't think too much about it, and simply accepted the package and went home to open it.

The package contained the puppet that Jamie was standing next to at that moment.

The puppet was exquisitely crafted, and Lisa liked it very much, so she put it directly into her bedroom.