I am Jinshan Youxia

"Bang!" A man in a black suit fired a shot, blowing the man's head apart. Bodily fluids mixed with mold splattered at the doorway.

After Yamada finished speaking, he opened the car door and got in, urging the driver, "Ignore them, just leave."

The driver seemed a little lost, but he still stepped on the gas and drove out of the village.

The scapegoats we finally managed to gather are all going to die again.

Yamada thought with a gloomy expression that he had thought he was the most special human being in the world long ago when he first obtained the sword.

It wasn't until he encountered the aliens that he realized humans were nothing more than toys for them, and even a necromancer wielding a sword wasn't necessarily noble.

"Stop the car." After the car drove out of the village, he got out of the car and urged the driver to get out as well.

Aside from him, who was protected by the sword, no one who had seen that anomaly was allowed to leave, otherwise it would only bring more trouble.

As Yamada watched the driver scratch the moldy black spots on his cheek after getting out of the car, blood mixed with more mold oozing from the broken skin, he took the initiative to sit in the driver's seat and was about to close the car door when an arm covered in mold reached through the car window and gripped the steering wheel.

"Lord Yamada...you're right."

The driver's voice was still so familiar, but his tone was extremely unfamiliar: "Can humans in this world also control rules that have spiraled out of control?"

"Who are you?" Yamada gripped the hilt of his sword.

"You can call me Jinshan Ranger Zhang Chengyi," the driver introduced himself. "My current identity is [Mold]."

An anomaly, or rather, an anomaly that possesses intelligence and thought, and does not rely on the human brain.

Yamada suddenly drew his sword and plunged it into the 'driver's' arm. As expected, the life force was not drained. He looked over in surprise.

"It can only control the life force of humans and animals." Zhang Chengyi looked at the sword blade that had entered his temporary body. He could already read the rules contained within it and patiently explained, "I am mold. After I took over the body, all the life force inside was transformed into a part of me."

"I'm sorry for borrowing this body, but I haven't killed him yet. Instead, you had someone kill someone I got along with very well."

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Yamada drew his sword and stabbed it fiercely into the 'driver's' chest.

Looking at Yamada, whose eyes were filled with hatred, Zhang Chengyi realized that this guy was not a human who controlled the out-of-control rules, but a human who was controlled by the out-of-control rules.

He controlled the driver's body, gripping the sword covered in black patterns, as mold spread across it.

[Mold Progress: 1%] The moment Yamada was infected, he immediately maxed out the progress bar.

"Hiss!" After Yamada was brought under control, both the driver and Yamada's bodies seemed to deflate, releasing large amounts of light orbs. Like the people in the room, they turned into skeletons covered in human skin.

After a while, the moldy stray dog ​​came running over, picked up the patterned sword that had fallen to the ground, and left.

Chapter 298

Zhang Chengyi has been in this world for quite some time now.

To be honest, he still doesn't quite understand what kind of world this is, or what kind of story is unfolding here.

Because what he landed on was not a tangible thing like a 'human,' 'animal,' 'plant,' 'planet,' or anything like that.

Instead, it's something invisible that the panel identifies as "mold".

Based on his instinct to read information, he knew that he was a kind of out-of-control "rule". This rule was not some lofty existence. To put it bluntly, take the "mold" he logged into as an example.

Mold can inhabit soil, water, air, and moldy organic matter; this is a rule.

Once out of control, as a mold, it can parasitize any moldy organism.

Including a moldy mind, which then grows wildly.

It's quite abstract, isn't it? But once there's nothing moldy, this out-of-control rule completely stops moving.

When Zhang Chengyi logged in, [Mold] was in endless darkness, and he had no senses except for being able to read his own information.

Even as a modifier, there's almost nothing he can adjust, because the mold's abilities have no minimum or maximum; it cannot be modified and exists silently.

If the information he read hadn't seemed so formidable, he would have given up on this world long ago.

The long wait eventually came to an end. One day, he inexplicably became a parasite on a human with a rotten soul. When he saw the broken bottle, he realized that the darkness he had been living in all along was just that bottle.

He also saw the first piece of information that he could modify: the mold growth progress.

Zhang Chengyi knew that once the mutation progress was accelerated, he could directly control this unfortunate human, but he didn't want to kill the person directly yet, so he gradually expanded his sphere of influence by taking advantage of the human's activities.

I then discovered that he lived in a small village in modern Japan. Judging from the architecture, language, and clothing, I could roughly determine that the era was probably the 1970s or 1980s.

In short, he never allowed any human infected with the fungus to progress in mold growth, but the number of infected humans continued to increase.

The human soul is so easily corrupted.

Aside from a small number of children and teenagers, the hearts of the adults and elderly in the village were rotten like moldy cheese, piece by piece. Zhang Chengyi didn't even need to take the initiative; his infected body carrying the "mold" could infect people just by passing by.

After infection, their rate of mold growth is in the tens or hundreds of percent. They may look normal on the outside, but their minds are probably twisted.

Now he understood why mold hadn't destroyed the entire world.

Once he stops monitoring the mold growth, the mold begins to accelerate the process. In a few days at most, or a few hours at least, the infected person will become twisted into a psychopath due to the moldy mind, and eventually their body will mold into a lump of rotten mud inhabited by mold.

A completely moldy corpse cannot spread mold.

That's why something as intractable as mold is kept in small bottles. It can't infect creatures that aren't moldy in their minds or bodies. Once the infected creatures all die and there's no other creature to infect, the final destination is just a small bottle.

Zhang Chengyi's mechanism for locking in the mold growth process effectively enhances the infectivity of the mold.

The villagers, after being injured, found their wounds festering, and the stray cats and dogs gradually became his hosts.

Through testing on animals, he gradually grasped a balance: when the mold growth exceeded 80%, the mold in the mind would spread to the body; when it exceeded 90%, mold would grow on the body; and when it reached 99%, the body would be completely covered by mold, alive but no different from dead.

Fortunately, he can increase the rate of mold growth, and he can also reverse the rate of mold growth, so the animals that were tested are currently all doing well.

Until a few days ago, a young man in the village who was infected committed suicide. The mold showed strange changes in the young man's body, and the dead young man actually gave the mold the ability to control the human body.

The human mind altered the out-of-control rules; more accurately, it made the rules even more out of control.

Zhang Chengyi successfully possessed the young man's corpse, which became a miracle of resurrection in the village.

Before he could figure anything out, someone approached with another out-of-control "rule," which led to a series of bloody conflicts.

Could other out-of-control rules bewitch humanity?

"Or is there some deeper problem?"

Zhang Chengyi controlled the stray dog's body as it walked along the wall, looking at the terrifying-looking skeletons in front of the young man's house, still not quite understanding what the other out-of-control rules were all about.

The sword the stray dog ​​was carrying must be a rule that had gone out of control. He had tried to greet it several times. If the sword could communicate, the translation function should have already transmitted the information, but there was still no news at all.

He originally thought he was a deadly virus in this world, but his interactions with humans and the uncontrollable rules attached to the sword that could manipulate [life force] made him seem to have found a path to become stronger?

I feel like this world is really a bit twisted.

Zhang Chengyi had the wild dog find a random spot to dig a hole and bury the sword. He couldn't think of any other way to use it for the time being, so he figured he could just dig it out when he needed it.

After burying the sword, he reverted the progress of the mold growth on the wild dog.

To increase control over a living organism's body, one must accelerate the mold growth process; the more mold grows, the more vitality it absorbs.

Even if he could reverse the rate of decay, over time it could easily turn the host into a mindless idiot.

He had tried it before. One unlucky mouse was controlled by him for a considerable period of time and turned into a plant mouse. Its body was still alive and full of vitality, but it did not eat, drink, or move, and its mind was completely blank.

The only exception was the body that initially caused the mold to mutate; the mold was at 100% complete and possessed a certain degree of infectivity, which he could perfectly control. The young man was already dead—

He's already been shot in the head.

Of course, getting a headshot doesn't affect anything. Even if you're dismembered, you can still move around.

The headless corpse at the door swayed, stood up, and groped its way back into the room. The young man's body was immortal; it was already part of the mold, at least in an environment full of mold, it couldn't die.

What a strange tale!

Zhang Chengyi controlled the mold to accumulate in patches on the neck, which should have been a head, and then tentatively formed a head.

Unfortunately, it failed.

In the end, all they could do was put two shriveled eyeballs out of the skull's eye sockets and pile them on its head. Fungal hyphae grew and took root, making the eyeballs full again. He swayed back in the living room with his two green eyes.

What should we do next?

Chapter 299 Symbiosis

The next day, in the deserted village,

"This should make us look more like humans now."

Zhang Chengyi, sporting a head covered in mold, slowly walked to the car. His green eyes were completely expressionless, and his face was equally blank, making him look somewhat frightening. However, he had done his best.

Without expression or eyes, it's simply because its head is empty inside. It would probably deflate if someone slapped it. After all, mold can't mimic blood vessels, muscles, organs, or brain matter. It's just a shell made of mold, with hyphae supporting it inside.

To be able to sculpt it like this is quite an achievement.

If monsters truly exist, they are most likely unable to speak. The translation function has helped them communicate with other creatures countless times, given their abstract physical nature.

Zhang Chengyi opened the car door, dragged the skeleton's corpse out and threw it on the ground, then started the car.

The start was a bit too aggressive, and when the back of my head hit the seat, it dented in, but then recovered thanks to the support of the mycelium.

Soon, the car headed towards the only general store in the village.

He had briefly considered his goals in this world.

It's about out-of-control rules and the strange forces of this world.

Because this perfectly controllable body can only survive in an environment covered in mold, he is destined to be unable to control his body to stay away from infected people. With his range of movement restricted, he can only wait for the time being, live his daily life in peace, and wait for the mold to spread little by little.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the village may seem normal on the outside. In reality, everyone is releasing tiny spores with their breath. As soon as outsiders breathe, they are parasitized by these spores. Unless they have some kind of abnormal or out-of-control rule or something else on their body, or their minds are free of any corruption, they will be directly parasitized.

That's why he was able to control this body to move around in the village; anywhere else, it would have turned back into a headless corpse long ago.

His current goal in this world is to study what other effects the out-of-control rules might have, and if possible, to capture a few more out-of-control rules and see if there are any new discoveries.

Let's take it one step at a time. We've waited for so many years, what's a little longer?

The bodies from other worlds have now reached the stage of "We Unite," waiting for one body after another to come together. He is about to try to create a body that can accommodate his own original modifier.

Any kind of strange power could potentially enhance the body that will eventually support his original form, and even the slightest bit of it would be worth exploring.

Even the world of martial arts has given him many surprises, and this seemingly bizarre power is even more noteworthy.

"Hiss~"

The car stopped in front of the grocery store. Zhang Chengyi opened the door, got out, and walked straight inside. The store was empty, and many of the shelves were bare.