When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

He didn't drink a drop of water all day, and even fought several battles with strange creatures, using his wits and courage.

I also need to discipline that disobedient and troublesome brat.

Furthermore, the enhancement provided by the jet-black serrated dagger unlocked the shackles on the human body.

Although it made his physique begin to become inhuman,

However, the resulting costs are naturally considerable.

Although Su Ming maintained a relaxed and carefree demeanor on the surface, he was actually starving, with every cell in his body screaming for food.

Now, a large bowl of steaming hot clear soup noodles was placed in front of him, which immediately whetted his appetite. Ignoring the fact that it was still piping hot, he ate it with gusto, as if he were a starving ghost reincarnated.

The mother still held the kitchen knife in her hand, never letting it out of her sight. She sat down next to Su Ming, her dark, menacing eyes fixed on the food being eaten with great gusto, while Su Ming remained completely unsuspecting.

Given her current distance, if she wanted to, she could easily cut off Su Ming's head and use it to make soup in the kitchen.

However, looking at Su Ming, who was eating so heartily and enjoying his meal so much,

A slight ripple appeared in her dark, unsettling eyes, as if she had remembered something, and a hint of emotion flashed across her expressionless face.

Suddenly, she noticed the photo frame on the table, and the incomplete photo of a family of four inside. Something seemed to stir deep within her dark, unsettling eyes.

"Where did the picture frame come from?"

"I saw it in my younger brother's room, thought it was interesting, and brought it here."

Su Ming replied without looking up.

He had already finished most of the large bowl of clear soup noodles, and the two soft-boiled eggs were long gone.

In less than three minutes, the bowl of clear soup noodles, enough to fill an adult's stomach, was gone.

The remaining empty bowls were as clean as if they had been licked by a dog, without a trace of oil or grease.

"Eat slowly, there's still some left in the pot."

"No need, it's late at night, seven-tenths full is enough!"

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Su Ming suddenly stared intently at his mother and asked:

"Mom, the family of four in the photo is you two, my brother and me, right?"

His mother's dark, unsettling eyes stared at Su Ming, who had put down his empty bowl. She was somewhat surprised that he would ask such a question, but she still answered:

"Yes."

However, Su Ming smiled and looked at his mother with an obedient expression, asking curiously:

"Is that me in the photo, the one without a face?"

"yes!"

The mother frowned slightly, her dark, unsettling eyes fixed on Su Ming.

It was as if they sensed something unusual.

Even viewers from various countries watching the live stream noticed something was wrong; it seemed Su Ming was up to something again.

However, their premonition soon came true.

Su Ming's smile deepened, his eyes sparkling as he looked at his "mother":

"Mom, do you remember my name?"

The previously warm atmosphere instantly froze.

The last trace of maternal warmth on her face vanished, and she looked at Su Ming, who was now courting death, with a deep, unwavering gaze, and said in a hoarse voice:

"You should go back to sleep..."

Seeing that her mother did not answer the question directly,

Su Ming, however, showed no disappointment whatsoever; his face remained smiling, as if he didn't care at all.

He got up and walked towards the room.

Although the other party did not answer, he already knew the answer.

At this moment, Su Ming seemed to have seen through some of the secrets of the supernatural world.

Clearly, as chosen ones pulled into the world of ghost stories for a survival game, their identities in the mission world are like a piece of fictitious data being inserted out of thin air.

While the strange creatures of the mission world accept their existence, there is a subtle sense of alienation and unfamiliarity, as if these chosen ones do not actually exist, making them seem particularly abrupt.

This is the source of the strange creatures' hostility towards the Chosen Ones.

This is equivalent to suddenly throwing a few platelets into a group of white blood cells.

Or perhaps it's like throwing a few sheep in wolf's clothing into a pack of hungry wolves.

Although their identities were arranged by the world of ghost stories, it was merely a disguise, and it could be exposed at any time.

In this situation, the chosen ones basically have only two choices: either follow the rules, gradually integrate into them, disguise themselves, and ultimately survive to the end.

Either they are swallowed up by the strange contamination and eventually merge with them.

The reason Su Ming suddenly discovered this problem was...

Or was it because he had just disciplined some unruly child?

He only realized he was being alerted when he suddenly discovered that the other person didn't know his name.

However, in order to verify this possibility, he still chose to be reckless and directly verified it in front of his mother in an attitude that was almost like revealing his identity.

And the facts were just as he had guessed.

In the other person's memory, there are probably only traces of his eldest son's existence.

But if you ask for relevant information, you'll find nothing.

Of course, this is just his inference.

However, compared to other chosen ones who were still figuring out how to survive,

Su Ming, however, was already studying some of the special mechanisms of the supernatural world.

.....

At this moment, all the viewers outside were also confused by the strange conversation between Su Ming and his mother, feeling like their brains were about to give out.

"Holy crap, what's going on? What did their conversation mean? Something sounded really weird to me!"

"Oh my god, my brain won't allow me to answer such profound questions! What's going on?!"

"Wait, Su-ge must have made some big discovery. Although Mom acknowledges that he is part of the family, she can't say his name. Does this mean that the identity of the Chosen One is just a thin layer of disguise arranged by the world of supernatural tales, which could be torn off at any time?"

"So, I see. I understand now. So the reason the previous chosen ones perished was because they did something outrageous, failed to properly judge the authenticity of the rules, causing their disguised identities to be torn off and exposed, ultimately leading to their deaths, right?"

"Wait a minute, if that's really the case, wouldn't Su-ge's actions just now be tantamount to revealing his identity? Mom will definitely notice something's wrong!"

"No way, Brother Su is going to take such a big risk, putting himself in danger just to verify his guess..."

"Wait, why is Mom standing up? Is she going to hit you? Su Ming, turn around quickly! Be careful, Mom is going to hit you!"

"Well, this time we've really messed up..."

Suddenly, his mother stood up silently, her gaze fixed on Su Ming's back, and she slowly raised the kitchen knife in her hand, looking as if she was about to kill him.

Su Ming, however, appeared completely unaware of the situation.

The audience outside felt their hearts clench instantly, and they hurriedly prayed to Buddha for protection, hoping that Su Ming could overcome the difficulties.

Although this method is mostly for self-comfort, at this point, they have no other choice.