Strange Rules of the Game: Starting with Playing Little Grey Wolf!

"Ding!"

A crisp metallic clang rang out.

John felt as if he had been stabbed into a steel plate. The tremendous force of the impact made his hands go numb, and the dagger almost flew out of his hand.

And Grey Wolf's belly... not a single hair was missing.

Not only was he unharmed, but Grey Wolf even lowered his head, looked at John with an expression as if he were an idiot, and scratched his furry belly:

"Huh? It's a little itchy. Do you want to scratch my itch?"

despair.

Utter despair.

In this world distorted by strange and bizarre rules, Grey Wolf, the native boss, possesses a passive skill that renders all physical rules ineffective: "Story-Based Immortality."

Unless it's Red Wolf's frying pan or Pleasant Goat's intelligence that completely overwhelms him, any physical attack is just a tickle to him.

"This...this is impossible..."

John's eyes widened; his worldview had collapsed.

Before he could even react, Grey Wolf had already given up playing. He pulled out something that looked like a tennis racket from behind his back and pressed the red button on it.

"Zzzzt—!"

A large net, flashing with blue-purple high-voltage current, shot out from the racket in an instant, completely enveloping John.

"Aaaaaaah!"

A piercing scream tore through the night. The intense electric current rendered John instantly incapacitated, leaving him convulsing on the ground like a fish out of water, foaming at the mouth.

"Done! We're done!"

Grey Wolf whistled triumphantly, picked up the stunned John like a chick, and casually stuffed him into that tattered four-dimensional backpack that could not only breathe fire but also hold people.

After doing all this, Grey Wolf turned around and looked at the group of contestants from other countries who were already paralyzed with fear on the ground.

Those people wished they could bury their heads in the ground; some with weaker mental fortitude had already wet their pants, and a nauseating stench filled the air.

"Dad, there are still many more."

Su Mu, perched on Grey Wolf's shoulder, delivered the perfect finishing blow. His large eyes blinked, and he spoke the most vicious words in the most innocent tone:

"Look at that uncle with glasses, he kept staring at me, his eyes were so fierce. And that chubby uncle, he has so much meat, he could definitely make a lot of meatballs."

Mei Chuan Kuzi, whose name was called, froze, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

He was a smart man; he knew that fighting head-on would only lead to his death.

So, at this critical moment, Mei Chuan Kuzi made an astonishing move.

"thump!"

He immediately knelt on the ground and frantically kowtowed to Grey Wolf and Su Mu:

"Lord Wolf King! Lord Little Wolf! Don't eat me! I'm useful! I can cook! I can clean! I can tell jokes! I can be your slave!"

This scene filled viewers in the Japanese livestream with immense shame, but it also gave some rational people a glimmer of hope for survival.

Grey Wolf paused for a moment, seemingly considering the two-legged sheep's suggestion.

"It seems my wife really needs someone to wash the dishes..." Grey Wolf stroked his chin.

Seeing this, Su Mu sneered inwardly.

Want to surrender? Want to infiltrate Wolfsburg as an undercover agent?

No way!

Su Mu immediately tugged at Grey Wolf's ear and said in a childish voice:

"Dad, Mom said that things from outside aren't clean and will make the house dirty if we bring them home. And..."

Su Mu paused deliberately, and said in a regretful tone:

"And Mom specifically told me today that she only wants to eat meat and doesn't want any live animals running around the house. If Dad brings a live animal home, will Mom be angry?"

Upon hearing the words "Mom is angry," Grey Wolf shuddered as if his tail had been stepped on.

"Yes, yes, yes! My wife hates having strangers in the house! Our son is so smart!"

Grey Wolf immediately abandoned the idea of ​​taking in slaves, and his eyes turned fierce again.

"Then... let's kill them all!"

"roar--!"

Just as Grey Wolf was about to unleash his fury, a piercing alarm suddenly rang out from the direction of the sheep village gate.

[Warning! Warning! High-risk creature detected invading Sheep Village territory!]

[Defense system activated!]

"Boom!"

The tightly closed iron gate of Sheep Village suddenly opened a crack, and dozens of huge mechanical tentacles stretched out from inside, their tips flashing red lasers.

That was the defensive fortifications of Slow Sheep Village Chief.

"Ugh, what a buzzkill."

Grey Wolf glanced at the mechanical tentacles, curled his lip in disdain, and stopped moving at the same time.

Although he wasn't afraid of these scrap metal objects, it was now completely dark, and some "unspeakable" things deep in the grasslands were beginning to awaken. It was clearly unwise to confront them head-on with his son here.

Moreover, I've already caught the strongest "two-legged sheep" in my backpack, so I've completed today's KPI.

"Son, let's leave this trash for now. Coming home and having dinner with Mom is the most important thing!"

Grey Wolf glared at the survivors one last time, then turned and pressed the button on his jetpack.

"boom!"

Blue flames erupted, and Grey Wolf, carrying Su Mu and "trophy" John, soared into the sky and disappeared into the vast night.

Only after the terrifying figure completely disappeared did the survivors at the entrance of the sheep village dare to breathe heavily.

Looking at the mess on the ground and the mechanical tentacles that were faintly visible in the darkness in the distance, everyone understood one thing:

This is not a survival game at all.

This is a one-sided massacre.

In the eyes of a global audience, the "Demon King Little Wolf" who rode on the wolf king's neck and sentenced more than a dozen people to death with a single sentence has become a more terrifying existence than Grey Wolf.

Of course, this excludes viewers from China.

Because their live stream room... was still black.

"Guys, even though I can't see the screen, I just heard the audio in the Japanese livestream room!"

"I heard it too! A babyish voice called 'Daddy' and said they'd turn that Japanese guy into meatballs!"

"Holy crap? Who's that? Is that Su Mu, our Dragon Country player?"

"Impossible, right? Isn't Su Mu a total shut-in? How could he become so ferocious?"

"Whether it's true or not, that little wolf was so satisfying! I bet those bastards from Japan turned green with fear!"

On the Chinese internet, speculation about the mysterious little wolf is rampant.

At this moment, Su Mu is facing the biggest crisis since his transmigration—dinner.

......

Wolfsburg, restaurant.

This is a huge room filled with Gothic style. The walls are hung with portraits of wolf kings from different eras, and the eyes in each portrait seem to be alive, moving as you move.

In the center of the room stood a long dining table covered with a slightly yellowed lace tablecloth, and several white candles with eerie, ghostly green flames were stuck in candlesticks.

At this moment, Grey Wolf, Red Wolf, and Su Mu, a family of three, were sitting around the dining table.

The atmosphere was...exceptionally warm.

"Come on, son, eat more!"

Red Wolf was still wearing that bright red robe, but now she was holding a huge dinner knife.

With a loving expression, she scooped a spoonful of dark green, viscous liquid from a huge soup bowl and poured it into the small bowl in front of Su Mu.