Rules of the Unusual: I am the Final Boss

Chapter 384 Last Train No. 444

Three hours have passed, and the car is still moving.

Outside the window, it was pitch black; even the twinkling eyes from before had vanished. The bus seemed to be traveling through nothingness—no road, no light, only endless darkness.

One of the lights in the carriage suddenly turned on.

The light, dim and yellowish, hung in the center of the carriage, illuminating only a small area. The flickering light cast long, distorted shadows of the passengers across the carriage floor.

Shi Mo opened his eyes and frowned.

He sensed something was wrong.

My body felt heavy, as if it were filled with lead. The once smooth flow of energy became sluggish, my reaction time slowed down, and even my five senses became somewhat blurred.

He raised his hand and looked at his palm.

Nothing much has changed, but it just feels... weaker.

Bai Xu also opened his eyes. He looked at Shi Mo and whispered, "I feel like... I've slowed down."

His voice was soft and uncertain.

Shi Mo nodded: "Me too."

The two exchanged a glance and stood up at the same time.

My movements were a little slower than usual, though not noticeably, but I could feel it. It felt like I had sandbags strapped to my body, making each movement require extra effort.

Shi Mo walked over to the nearest passenger.

He was a middle-aged man, wearing a suit, his hair neatly combed, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, as if he were asleep. His chest was not rising and falling, and he was not breathing through his nose.

Shi Mo reached out and touched his shoulder.

It feels cold and stiff to the touch.

Like a corpse.

Shi Mo's fingers probed the side of his neck—there was no pulse.

But he didn't die.

At least, it wasn't "death" in the conventional sense. Because the rules say "please do not disturb other passengers' rest," if it were truly a corpse, there would be no such thing as "rest."

Shi Mo looked at Bai Xu, and Bai Xu looked at him as well. They both thought of something at the same time.

Bai Xu walked over to another passenger, an elderly woman with gray hair, wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket, and carrying a cloth bag. She also had her eyes closed and remained motionless.

Bai Xu reached out to touch her cloth bag, but stopped halfway through.

He turned to look at the driver.

The driver was still driving, his back ramrod straight, his head motionless.

Bai Xu walked back and sat down next to Shi Mo, lowering his voice: "Those passengers... something's not right."

"Hmm," Shi Mo responded, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the carriage.

There were seven passengers in total, eight including the driver, and ten including him and Bai Xu.

Everyone was not breathing, not having a heartbeat, but they were all "alive".

and……

"Their attributes," Shi Mo said, "are zero."

Bai Xu was stunned for a moment, then realized that Shi Mo had used some kind of detection skill.

"you mean……"

"They are not candidates," Shi Mo interrupted him. "At least, not living candidates."

Bai Xu's palms started sweating again.

He looked out the window; it was still dark, and the car was still driving, with no idea where it was going.

"We need to find clues," he said.

The two split up.

Shi Mo inspected the facilities in the carriage—seats, handrails, windows, and floor. Bai Xu inspected the passengers' personal belongings—cloth bags, briefcases, and tote bags.

They were all very ordinary, strangely ordinary.

The cloth bag contained an old-fashioned handkerchief and a few pieces of hard candy; the briefcase contained blank documents and a pen without ink; and the handbag contained a few old clothes.

There were no clues, no hints.

Only the increasingly strong smell of rust, mixed with the stench of blood, permeated the air.

Shi Mo walked back and sat down next to Bai Xu.

"No," he said.

Bai Xu's brows furrowed even more.

He looked at Shi Mo, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Shi Mo, don't you feel... your attributes are a little low?"

Shi Mo nodded: "Yes."

"Approximately how much?"

"A few dozen points," Shi Mo said calmly. "Strength, agility, physique, and spirit are all declining."

Bai Xu's expression changed.

His own attributes were also decreasing, just not as noticeably as Shi Mo's. But now that Shi Mo had said that, he realized that it wasn't an illusion; they were really slipping away.

Like sand in an hourglass, it disappears little by little, silently.

The live stream chat was exploding with comments:

[Attributes are dropping?!]

What kind of dungeon is this?!

No wonder everyone else died!

[If all your attributes drop, you'll just become an ordinary person!]

How can an ordinary person survive in an A-rank dungeon?!

[Boss Shi Mo and Team White are in danger!]

Shi Mo looked at Bai Xu: "Use future vision."

Bai Xu was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"Let's see what happens if we keep waiting," Shi Mo said.

Bai Xu understood.

He closed his eyes and concentrated.

Divine Contract - [Future Vision]

Countless fragmented images flashed before his eyes, like shattered mirrors, each reflecting different possibilities. He searched within those images, searching for the farthest, clearest future.

My mental energy is being consumed rapidly.

His head was throbbing as if it were about to split open, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, continuing to "look" ahead.

They were still in the same car a day later.

Two days later, the attribute dropped by half.

Three days later...

Bai Xu suddenly opened his eyes, his face pale and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"How is it?" Shi Mo asked.

Bai Xu looked at him, his lips trembling.

"Three days from now..." his voice trembled, "we...will die."

Shi Mo's expression didn't change much, except that his brows furrowed even more deeply.

"How did you die?" he asked.

Bai Xu took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.