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Compared to the information provided by Jiu Chonglou, A Miao's information seemed dispensable; he simply recounted Wang Qun's registration.

Requiring these prisoners to fill out more detailed forms also serves as a way to find commonalities among the actors.

"It seems the Urban Realm also has designs on the Rule Realm," A Miao said.

"Is this all the clues you have?" Even Ji Mo didn't believe that such an anomaly could make A Miao so certain. "We've been honest with ourselves, but the Countermeasures Bureau has been hiding something from us."

A Miao and Sun Yi exchanged a glance.

"Ah Miao, speak."

"...Alright, please don't spread this around." A Miao sighed and explained the reason: "Old Sun has been invited to be the lead actor, and the venue for the lead actor is the Rules Realm."

Although the arrival of people from the urban world and the awakening of the [Brush of Destiny] occurred at different times, for high-level superhumans, a three-year time difference is not actually that long.

When A-Miao learned that the prisoners here all had some connection with the urban world, she began to suspect that the urban world was starting to plant actors.

Even if these actors are unaware that they are actors or what kind of play they are going to perform.

"Which member of the Playwrights Guild is it?"

"The Phantom Thief," A-Miao said with a hint of helplessness, "We haven't actually seen them, only received a notification of their participation, just like the rumors. Of course, we can't rule out that this is some kind of joke by other forces..."

In the end, A-Miao didn't have much confidence either.

The possibility is extremely small.

"How many people know about this?" Jiu Chonglou asked.

"Including you, there are fewer than ten people."

Ji Mo felt that A Miao was still holding back some things, otherwise she wouldn't be so worried, as if facing a formidable enemy.

In this atmosphere, after both sides had shared all the known information, neither had the will to stay any longer.

After everyone else had evacuated, Jiu Chonglou left a gift for the castle.

A grand reverse-flow fireworks display

That night, all the strange creatures adjacent to the Yellow Springs Territory witnessed a meteor shower falling from the sky, leveling hundreds of kilometers outward from the ancient castle.

While other strange creatures wondered why Huang Quan wasn't home and why he wasn't stopping them, some daring creatures, risking being torn apart by Huang Quan, sneaked into the territory to find the truth.

The truth is right there, clearly written on the sign.

[I was here at Sanchuan.]

The two daring individuals, who had sneaked in together, exchanged glances, each understanding the thoughts in the other's eyes.

"Ah, so it was someone from Sanchuan passing by? That makes sense."

"Let's disperse, let's disperse. We thought it was someone else. This is even worse than last time."

"Huang Quan is a seventh-tier anomaly, is he just going to cower like a turtle?"

"What, Sanchuan is going to wreck your territory, and you dare not be a coward?"

"Of course I wouldn't dare."

"I'm shivering and cold. When will I be able to stand up again?"

"When you transform into a ghost story."

"Then forget it, I can't give up eating human flesh."

……

Some strange phenomena are facing criticism, while others are celebrating with champagne.

Red Eyes leaned against the glass curtain wall a hundred meters above the ground, lazily swirling a crystal glass in his fingertips, the dark red liquid rippling within.

Looking down at the city below, which had been revitalized and was now teeming with life thanks to the location rental from the Urban World program team, and recalling the news he had just received that the Yellow Springs Territory had been vandalized, his mood was even better.

Who says good fortune can't come in pairs? This double blessing has arrived!

"That guy Huang Quan has finally met his end. Heh, I heard he didn't show up at all during the whole thing. I wonder if he was hiding or if he wasn't even in the territory."

"However, this kind of impact still hits the core area. Even if he doesn't fall down from the seventh rank, he'll probably be bedridden for several years."

"Sigh, these weird subordinates are so inflexible. All they know is to pass on messages, not to take a few extra photos and send them back so I can frame them and admire them day and night. Should I find some of my own kind who haven't yet turned into weirdos to be my subordinates?"

Red Eyes complained about his subordinates' lack of manners, but a smirk played on his lips.

No, I need to maintain my elegance; I can't keep my lips turned up so high.

Red Eyes manually fixed the issue of the excessively high pixel count for the upturned corners of the mouth, and muttered to himself, "To celebrate this momentous occasion, how about increasing the difficulty of the rules for the next quarter by thirty percent? I've been stuck on this bottleneck for a long time, and it's time to loosen it up with human lives."

Although Red Eyes wanted to do this, he couldn't help but worry about the attitude of the Sanchuan Tailor Shop.

As long as the matter of the Church of Death is not resolved, Sanchuan will eventually come looking for Huang Quan, and if he can't find Huang Quan, he will come looking for himself.

Looking at myself, I realized I was slaughtering humans.

Red Eyes hissed, thinking that there was a high possibility that San Chuan, out of empathy for humans, would kick him over as if he were just a roadside animal.

Even if they don't die, they'll be severely injured. The experience points gained from killing someone might not even outweigh the experience points they lose.

Not cost-effective.

"The mortality rate in the territory is not too bad right now, why make myself unhappy for the sake of efficiency?" Red Eyes had a lot of experience in convincing himself, so he decided to ignore this idea and keep dancing and playing. After finishing this drink, he would go find some humans to play some games.

With red eyes, he tilted his head back and drank.

The next second, before he could give permission, the heavy carved wooden door slammed shut, and his subordinate stumbled in.

"Boss—"

"Pfft, cough cough—"

Her red eyes sprayed wine all over the window. Her carefully maintained elegance crumbled instantly. She whirled around, snapping, "How many times have I told you? You must knock before entering! Don't you understand?!"

His men fell silent.

"So what happened? You're all flustered and not elegant at all." Red Eyes wiped the liquid from his mouth, seemingly regaining his composure, but underneath he was sweating profusely, ready to turn the wine glass into a weapon at any moment.

It's not fair to blame him for being two-faced; after all, his subordinates rushed in so frantically last time because they were reporting that Sanchuan had come to their door.

Red Eyes had thought that if he could take advantage of Huang Quan every time San Chuan came, it wouldn't be bad if he came more often.

But he only thought about it and didn't actually intend to make it happen.

Even the supernatural has the right to dream during the day and choose to live a sober life at night!

"There's a commotion down below!" his subordinate shouted.

"Who's causing trouble?" Red Eyes asked nervously.

"Students here for internships!"

"Oh, not Sanchuan..." Red Eyes breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately realized something was wrong: "Wait, which kind of student are you talking about?"

"They are students sent by the church school."

When the church was mentioned, Red Eyes immediately thought of the Church of Death, but he quickly denied it and realized that it was the school of the Holy Deception Cult.

The Holy Cult of Ghosts is the largest cult in the realm of rules, composed of human followers, and it worships the supernatural as the supreme deity.

Back when the Evil Ones were at their zenith, they forgot the reality that they had once been a version of the Trap. Out of contempt for humanity and to add to the pleasure of slaughter, they accepted the offer of the first Pope and deliberately avoided slaughtering humans under the protection of the Church.

Who would have thought that the leader of the Holy Ghost Cult was a master of psychological manipulation, using brainwashing and information cocoons to build the church into a powerful force?

Now, the bizarre situation has once again exposed the "no one can do it" trap, and it is necessary to rely on the Holy Ghost Sect to maintain a sustainable entry of humans.

Because the Holy Ghost Sect advocates that the supernatural is the supreme deity, they can only go all the way with the supernatural.

Although there have been religious differences within the church in recent years, with some arguing that the supernatural is indeed the supreme deity, only the supernatural, which is often described as a ghost story, can be considered the supreme deity.

However, at this stage, the Holy Ghost Cult still primarily serves the bizarre and the supernatural.

One of the services offered by the Holy Ghost Cult is the establishment of church schools.

The school will continuously cultivate students with bizarre beliefs and will send human students to these bizarre territories for internships every so often.

The church will inform the local supernatural beings in advance which humans are good students or bad students, and the evaluation criteria are their faith in and obedience to the supernatural beings.

Originally, the supernatural didn't need to go through so much trouble to distinguish between good and bad students. The humans sent by the church were essentially just food for the supernatural, and in the end, they would all turn into energy within the body.

Aside from some weirdos who love playing house, which might make good students feel more at ease dying, it's completely meaningless.

The above arguments are bizarre from the peak period.

Things are not what they used to be. From time to time, outsiders intrude into the rules, using humanitarian aid as a pretext to make strange remarks like "wine in a moonlight cup, you and the bunker fly together" and then put those remarks into action.

After years of bizarre research, they discovered that the solution to "humanitarianism" was a magical clash.

As long as there are still humans on my territory, these guys who claim to be doing humanitarian aid will be relatively restrained, at least they'll start bombing after they've rescued the people.

But the bizarre are still bizarre. They don't know how to take care of humans, nor do they want to. Their goal is basically just to keep them alive. The last survivors often suffer a fate worse than death.

Humanitarian aid workers also escalated their arguments, claiming that rather than letting the victims continue to suffer in the hands of the supernatural, it would be better to give them a quick death. They began to ignore those who were barely clinging to life and directly bombarded the supernatural's territory.

Strangely, I was dumbfounded.

Let me sort this out. If I want to avoid being completely overwhelmed, I not only need to leave at least one survivor, but I also need to ensure that the survivor is doing well.

This is an impossible thing for the vast majority of supernatural phenomena.

Until a clever strategist proposed an idea: since we've occasionally let faithful followers of the Holy Deception Cult go in the past, why not continue this tradition?

Thus, the human students sent to schools under the Holy Deception Cult became differentiated.

Those humans who are absolutely loyal to the supernatural are good students. They can move freely in the supernatural's territory and take good care of themselves. The supernatural only needs to provide a minimum amount of food.

If they encounter powerful enemies or organizations that claim to be humanitarian, good students will take the initiative to step forward, claiming how wonderful it is to be bizarre, to prove that apart from being mentally unstable, they are otherwise perfectly normal.

Then, through some mysterious means, the other surviving people are released, giving the humanitarians a way out, and the matter is considered closed.

This approach has a 50/50 success rate, neither high nor low, which is just right for the eerie.

Occasionally, the strange occurrences can be attributed to these good students disguising themselves as normal people, betraying their rescuers, and receiving an extra meal.

As for the bad students, they are naturally human students who have failed to be brainwashed by the church, and it doesn't matter if they want to kill or order them around.

When a bad student arrives in this strange territory, he is destined never to return.

Occasionally, the strange character would write down rules that allowed good students to control bad students, as a reward for the good students.

So when his subordinates said that some students were causing trouble, Red Eyes' first reaction was that the bad students were starting trouble again.

But then I thought about it again, and that didn't seem right.

The students provided by the church are all weak. No matter how much trouble the bad students cause, the difference in rank means they can't really turn the tide. They're not worth having their subordinates come looking for.

Either a bad student colluded with outsiders to cause a major incident, or...

Red Eyes' gaze sharpened, realizing something was amiss: "The troublemaker is a good student?"

The subordinate nodded vigorously.

This is the first time I've encountered such a strange situation here – good students causing trouble. For a moment, I didn't know whether to kill them or let it go.

"Tsk, which school filled out these evaluations haphazardly? I'll definitely settle accounts with them later," Red Eyes said discontentedly.

"Boss, what should we do now?"

"What to do?" Red Eyes straightened his collar, snorted, and sneered, "Naturally, we'll make an example of him, to show the other troublemakers what happens to good students when they fall from grace!"

His subordinate's vision blurred for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he found that Red Eyes was already in the corridor, walking in front of him.

The boss is...

Are you planning to condescend to kill that good student yourself?

No, they should be called degenerate students now.

His subordinates' eyes lit up, and they hurriedly followed, hoping to snag a good spot in the front row of the theater.

Unbeknownst to Red Eyes, similar incidents were also occurring in other eerie locations.