A bizarre resurrection: I, Yang Jian, am bound by a contract with the school beauty!

His first step.

I stepped onto a clean carpet less than ten centimeters from the door frame.

All sounds are silent.

The whole world seemed to hold its breath at that moment.

There was no beheading, no attack, no death in any form as one might imagine.

Ruan Wen's heart, which had been in her throat, eased slightly.

Rules... perhaps they really are just footprints!

This idea.

It was like the only lifeline in his desperate situation, which he clung to tightly.

He dared not relax in the slightest.

His eyes, like the most sophisticated radar, scanned the location of every charred footprint on the ground, rapidly planning a twisted but absolutely safe "path to survival" in his mind.

The second step.

He turned sideways, like a clumsy crab, taking a step to the side and narrowly avoiding a dark footprint right at his feet.

third step.

He leaned forward, stumbled, and almost fell over before barely managing to cross a dense area consisting of three footprints.

Every step he took was like dancing on the edge of a knife.

Every breath carried the sulfurous stench of death.

The corridor wasn't long.

But at this moment, beneath Ruan Wen's feet seemed like a bridge to hell, where every step could cause his soul to be scattered.

He passed by the headless corpse of the Iraqi player.

The pungent smell of blood and the stench of burning flesh assaulted his senses.

He could even see the smooth cut on the corpse's neck, and the deeper, darker red of the surrounding carpet, soaked in blood.

He forced himself to look away and focus all his attention on his feet.

You can't watch this!

Don't get distracted!

One wrong step and you could be the next one lying here!

While Nguyen Van was risking his life in this thrilling "hopscotch of death" in the corridor, the global live broadcast room was already overwhelmed by overwhelming anger.

Especially when the audience receives prompts from the system.

Upon learning that the Lancang Kingdom players were carrying out a "pathfinding order" orchestrated by the Lighthouse Kingdom.

The pent-up anger finally erupted!

[FUCK! These scumbags from the US! Are they even human?!]

Is this the freedom they tout?

Using another man's wife and daughters to threaten a poor person, forcing him to his death! That's utterly demonic!

This is utterly shameless! This is utterly despicable!

They don't dare try it themselves, so they force players from small countries to be cannon fodder! I'm disgusted!

[The Lancang Kingdom really has no backbone; they just surrendered like that?]

[The person upstairs shouldn't speak so casually. Faced with the US's aircraft carrier fleet and economic sanctions, and with family members being detained, who wouldn't succumb?]

The one in the wrong is the domineering person who exerted pressure!

Poor Ruan Wen... the expression on his face was one of despair...

I curse all players from the United States to die inside! They don't deserve to live!

Insults, curses, and angry roars.

It swept across the internet worldwide like a tsunami.

Countless people were outraged by the despicable and shameless behavior of the United States, and an unprecedented sense of disgust has been brewing wildly around the world.

however.

Anger changes nothing.

On the screen, that frail figure was still struggling on the edge of death.

One step, two steps... ten steps...

When Ruan Wen finally stepped onto the safe area in front of the stairwell where there were no footprints, all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away in an instant.

My legs went weak.

He collapsed to the ground, his chest heaving violently.

Open your mouth wide.

Like a dying fish, it greedily inhaled the air.

His clothes were already soaked with cold sweat, which clung tightly to his skin, chilling him to the bone.

He survived.

He actually... survived!

This moment.

An eerie silence fell over live streaming rooms around the world.

Everyone stared in disbelief at Ruan Wen, who lay sprawled on the ground, yet remained completely unharmed.

It worked!

He really succeeded!

The rule... has been proven!

"Quick! Use the prompt opportunity immediately!"

"The rules are confirmed! Repeat! The rules are confirmed! The condition for killing is stepping on charred footprints! As long as you avoid the footprints, you're safe!"

"Notify 'HawkEye' immediately! Tell him about this rule! Quickly!"

After a brief silence.

Inside the United Analysis Department of the United States, deafening cheers erupted.

General Smith's tense face finally revealed a cruel and triumphant smile.

In his view, trading the life of an insignificant player from a small country for the world's most crucial intelligence was an extremely worthwhile deal!

Following that, the Land of Cherry Blossoms, the Land of Korea, the Land of the Northern Bears...

All the countries that were previously observing.

The moment the rules were confirmed, they all used that one precious opportunity to give a hint without hesitation.

Messages from their respective countries began to appear before the players' eyes from behind the closed doors on the first floor of the hotel.

[The only official warning from Japan: The rules of murder have been discovered; absolutely do not step on any charred footprints in the corridor!]

[The only official tip from Korea: Footprints! Footprints are traps! Avoid them!]

[The only official message from the Northern Bear Kingdom: Watch your step, comrade!]

In a short time.

The situation in the entire bizarre hotel suddenly became clear!

The unknown fear that had hung over everyone like the Grim Reaper's scythe seemed to dissipate most of it the moment the "footprint rule" was broken.

At least, they know how to survive.

"Are footprints the rules of murder? So that's how it is..."

The shadowy area at the top of the stairs.

Looking at Ruan Wen, who was lying on the ground not far away, Li Yao suddenly realized what was going on, and her tense nerves relaxed a lot.

Just be careful.

Avoiding these conspicuous footprints on the ground doesn't seem to be a particularly difficult task.

however.

Yang Jian, standing beside her, curled up a meaningful, cold smile.

"If it were really that simple, that lousy driver wouldn't have said this hotel was interesting."

His voice wasn't loud.

But it was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the nascent joy in Li Yao's heart.

"In my opinion, a rule like 'don't step on footprints' is far less significant than the 'payment chips' rule of Ghost Driver."