Strange Rules: It doesn't matter, the system will take care of it.

"Are you kidding me!"

"What else can I say? I'm doomed."

Seeing the trembling joke ghost and elbow strike ghost, Chen Feng knew he had really messed up.

Just now, Chen Feng successfully made the joke monster break the willow branch and delete the world item of the Ancestor of Flame Demons through a one-hour disclaimer.

However, there is no free lunch in the world. According to the principle of equivalent exchange, anyone who makes a wish with a willow branch must also have one wish fulfilled.

If you refuse, it will trigger the murder rule of the wish-granting ghost, permanently inflicting a single-universe-level misfortune, and any wishes that have already been fulfilled will be restored.

Chen Feng inquired about the two strange creatures.

If we call blessing the favor of the universe, then misfortune is naturally the hatred of the universe.

Anyone who is cursed will, like in the movie "Final Destination," encounter accidents wherever they go.

Elbow Strike Gui gave an example: "For instance, if you take flight number 180, the plane will inevitably malfunction and crash."

Chen Feng, the young Chinese man, breathed a sigh of relief: "It doesn't matter, I can fly."

"For example, attempting to enhance equipment will inevitably fail."

"It doesn't matter, it's never been successful before."

"When buying iced tea, it must be at room temperature."

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng immediately suggested, "Then let's talk about wishes."

The joker was dumbfounded: "So the last one is the most serious?"

That's right.

Room temperature iced tea tastes just like horse piss.

Chen Feng asked jokingly, what wish did he hear when he broke the willow branch?

The joking ghost stammered, "It told me to go play games in my older brother's cabin."

"Big brother? Who is that?"

Before Chen Feng could finish speaking, he saw the Elbow Strike Ghost grab a willow branch and pull the Wishing Ghost up from the corner.

"Old Xu! We're classmates, do you have to be so ruthless?"

"Don't touch my hair!"

The wish-granting ghost reluctantly stood up, innocently saying, "This isn't something I can control. If you didn't want to do it, you shouldn't have made such a big wish in the first place!"

"Is this guy very strong?"

Faced with Chen Feng's question, the several ghosts looked at each other, and finally slowly said:

"It's not just strong, it's among the top ten special-grade monsters."

"Very few guys can come out of its hut."

"If all else fails, then laugh and you'll be unlucky for the rest of your life."

Is it that serious?

Chen Feng looked surprised. He had refrained from making any wish to directly destroy the Great Tomb or kill the Flesh and Blood Ghost King because the greater the wish, the greater the backlash.

It seems that it's still too big now. Maybe it would be better to temporarily disable the world items for an hour or two?

Cihang people never do business at a loss.

If he gives up now, not only will he be cursed for life, but his wish will also be taken back, a loss that Chen Feng absolutely cannot accept.

So Chen Feng carefully inquired about his elder brother's background.

The eldest brother, "Godslayer," is one of the academy's top ten special-grade monsters. He usually likes to hide in a dark little house and play games with people.

The winner of the game can receive a reward from the eldest brother.

The loser, on the other hand, leaves everything behind, including their life.

Chen Feng asked curiously, "You guys...aren't we monsters supposed to be immortal? At worst, we'll be shut down for a year, so what?"

Elbow Strike Ghost trembled as he said, "Brother Feng, you don't know, Big Brother can restore us to the God of Death."

what?

Chen Feng knew that if the Ghost was restored to the God of Death, it would lose all its memories. Even if it became the Ghost again later, it would be a different creature, just like the Ship of Theseus.

The ghost cannot be killed, but doing so is no different from killing it.

Chen Feng scratched his head: "That fierce?"

The joke microphone even trembled: "Otherwise, why do you think Big Brother is called the Godslayer? He killed a creation-type multi-god in a game."

Did you ever defeat a multi-god?

Chen Feng was stunned.

When Youmingxing recommended Chen Feng to come, he said that this was the place where the God of Death trained his chosen ones before he went mad.

How could someone of this caliber not have been selected for a seat yet?

Could it be that...?

Chen Feng seemed to understand, as if he had figured it out:

"Death, dreams, life, myriad machines—this is the pantheon that has been confirmed to participate in the elbow strike tournament."

"One-hit kill, narrative modification, infinite resurrection, peak system—none of them are easy to deal with."

"I don't know if I can handle it."

Chen Feng asked his two underlings to show him around, even if it didn't work out, it would be good for him to broaden his horizons.

Walk to the end of the corridor.

There is a door.

Nine.

Just looking at the number on the order form sent chills down Chen Feng's spine, not to mention that number ten was the cleaning lady's room.

The moment I pushed open the door and entered.

Chen Feng saw it... white bones.

Huge, exaggerated white bones filled the entire room, with a sign next to them: a voluntary donation from Loki, the god of mischief.

Chen Feng has traveled through several universes and is no longer a country bumpkin.

Just as there are countless Yellow Wind Great Sages in the sub-universes beneath the primordial world, there are also countless Asgard universes beneath the divine realm, and countless versions of Loki.

But whether it's Loki from Ultraman or from mythology, as the god of mischief, he should be very intelligent.

But they all lost, died here, and even their bones were turned into bricks and tiles.

Although the bricks and tiles made of bone don't look very sturdy, they seem to be conveying some kind of message to Chen Feng.

It's dangerous here, run!

In the center of the room, there is a card table, and opposite it is a ghost.

It looks just like Gastly from Pokémon, consisting of a round face floating in the air and a pair of pale hands.

Its eyes are two black holes without pupils, with a large nose in the middle and a mouth that is wider and crooked than the Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King's, with rows of uneven teeth inside, somewhat like a shark and also somewhat like a lamprey.

There's a notebook on the card table listing all the players who tried to challenge the boss but failed.

Chen Feng picked up the notebook and looked at it:

"Set, the god of storms and chaos; Anansi, the god of spiders; and Hermes, the god of theft mentioned in the World Items, all lost their lives here."

He truly deserves to be called a god-killer!

Chen Feng politely asked, "Hello, sir. We're here to play a game. Could you explain the rules?"

The older brother clapped his hands, and a signed document containing the rules of the game was handed over.

Chen Feng picked up the contract, but before he could even read it, he heard the system issue a strong warning:

[Smack!]

This contract is multi-level.

Once signed, all abilities below the standard multi-level will be rendered ineffective, including save/load systems, interdimensional travel systems, time-space divinity, life divinity, etc.

[Equipment Enhancement whispered: Why aren't you worried at all? The proficiency-boss is busy repairing the simultaneous transmigration system. If Chen Feng loses, in our current state, we can't save him.]

[Daily Intelligence calmly states: Don't worry, this is the supernatural universe, we can't lose.]