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"Team leader..." The assistant looked grim. "Lu Changsheng's A-rank instance is a multiplayer online instance involving multiple countries."

"Get me all the live streams from other countries participating in this instance."

As Yan Xiangming watched the images light up one after another on the screen in front of him, a bad premonition inexplicably welled up in his heart.

He keenly sensed a conspiracy, a premonition that amplified dramatically as he watched the streams of the players being brought out one by one.

"How do you know about fish?"

How did she end up in Lu Changsheng's alternate version?

Moreover, when he saw one player after another on the big screen, Yan Xiangming's usually calm face showed a violent fluctuation for the first time.

"Jusis? Ori..."

One by one, foreign faces appeared, and Yan Xiangming's expression grew increasingly grim until all ten people's live stream feeds were displayed.

"Why have all of these people had some connection with 'rules management' in some way?"

The assistant worked rapidly on the control panel, retrieving more data, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Team leader, according to intelligence from other countries, this might... really just be a coincidence."

"Coincidence?" Yan Xiangming sneered, his gaze sharp as a knife. "All players who had contact with the Rules Management Bureau were randomly matched into the same A-level dungeon at almost the same time? What are the odds of that happening?"

The assistant remained silent, sweating profusely.

"I'd like to see what this Rules Management Bureau is really up to."

Yan Xiangming sneered, his mind racing with calculations.

Rules Management Bureau —

This detached and mysterious organization is closely related to the game of rules and strange tales. What kind of game are they playing?

What are their criteria for selecting people?

He walked to the control panel, pulled up all the players' historical data, and became increasingly alarmed as he looked at it, as if an invisible hand was secretly controlling everything.

"Activate Level 1 monitoring plan," Yan Xiangming ordered. "All analysis teams, take your positions and record every detail of this copy. I have a feeling..."

This instance might reveal a corner of the truth behind the game's bizarre rules.

Here, Lu Changsheng felt a familiar dizziness wash over him, and the surrounding scenery began to distort.

At the same time, a large number of people quickly flooded into the live stream, and the number of viewers exceeded 100 million in just a few seconds.

[Here I am! Just came from An Shen's live stream, it was completely overloaded, I couldn't get in at all!]

[I've discovered something! Lu Changsheng and An Shen are actually in the same instance!?]

Multiplayer, multinational co-op? This kind of dungeon is so rare, so annoying, I have to deal with these foreigners again!

The dungeon is called Destiny, and just hearing that name doesn't feel right!

When his vision cleared again, Lu Changsheng found himself standing on a bumpy mountain road.

Before me stood a dilapidated tour bus, with faded banners pasted on it—

Explore the ancient village of Luoshan – a cultural journey.

Beside the bus, besides him and Cheng Caijun, there were eight other players standing.

Lu Changsheng looked around. Among the remaining 8 people, there were men and women of different ages, and surprisingly, 5 of them were Westerners with blond hair and blue eyes.

Of the other three Asian faces, two appeared to be Southeast Asian, and...

Lu Changsheng's gaze fell on the last person among the eight, and he froze instantly.

She was a tall girl dressed in light outdoor clothing, with her long hair tied in a high ponytail, delicate features, a high nose bridge, and slightly downturned lips.

Her stance seemed casual, but Lu Changsheng noticed that her feet were positioned one in front of the other, her center of gravity was as stable as a rock, and her hands hung naturally at her sides, yet she could reach the weapon at her waist in an instant.

The figure matched the one Lu Changsheng remembered. Yes, this girl was An Zhiyu.

The highest known combat power in the Chinese supernatural tales, and the only survivor of a multiplayer SS dungeon.

Why is Anzhiyu in this instance?

Lu Changsheng was stunned.

Before he was selected to participate in the Rules of the Unusual, he often came across Anzhiyu's live streams.

This is a terrifying woman.

This was Lu Changsheng's only assessment of him.

However, for some unknown reason, this woman is currently in the same instance as him.

A flicker of surprise crossed An Zhiyu's eyes, but it vanished in an instant, replaced by an unfathomable calm. The next second, their gazes met, as if they were merely strangers exchanging a fleeting glance.

Clearly, both of them understood that in this multinational instance, prematurely identifying as a group was not a good thing. Revealing their relationship too early would only make them prime targets for other players.

However, An Zhiyu's existence undoubtedly gave Lu Changsheng a new understanding of the danger level of this instance.

Grade A?

I'm afraid it's more than that. A dungeon that would allow a player of An Zhiyu's caliber to enter would be at least A+, or even possibly an S-rank disguised as an A.

He began to subtly observe the other players.

First up were two muscular Western men, the blond one probably in his twenties and the brown-haired one probably in his early thirties. Both had well-defined muscles, but not exaggerated.

However, the brown-haired man's eyes were noticeably sharper, and there were calluses on the web of his left hand from years of holding a gun, as well as similar marks on the inside of his right index finger, indicating that he was a dual-wielder.

Next came a red-haired, freckled girl, who looked to be in her early twenties and was wearing heavy makeup. She clearly noticed Lu Changsheng's gaze and raised an eyebrow at him.

In addition, there was a muscular black man nearly two meters tall with a string of animal teeth around his neck.

A pale-faced man with long black hair was shockingly thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

The remaining two players, both East Asian, seemed unremarkable. But Lu Changsheng's sixth sense told him that none of them were simple.

Lu Changsheng could clearly sense that the moment these people saw An Zhiyu, their eyes showed a hint of wariness and apprehension.

Clearly, they had heard of this strongest fighting force in China long ago.

An Zhiyu remained calm, showing no change in expression despite the scrutiny and wary, malicious gazes of the crowd.

"Is everyone here?"

A middle-aged man in an inexpensive suit and a tour guide hat walked over, waving a small flag and calling out in Chinese:

"Welcome to the Luoshan Ancient Village Tour! I'm your tour guide, Wang Tao!"

Although he spoke in Chinese, Lu Changsheng keenly noticed that the other Westerners showed no sign of confusion, and he instantly understood that the language system here would automatically switch to a language he could understand.

"Next, we will walk into the village. Please stay close to me and don't fall behind, as it's easy to get lost in the mountains."

His smile was enthusiastic and exaggerated, but his eyes, like two glass beads, swept quickly across everyone's face, and a strange curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.