I am Jinshan Youxia

"There are still some people like that in the village, but as the village chief, I still have some value, so I haven't died yet..."

As he spoke, he seemed on the verge of a breakdown, muttering, "I can't leave the village, I can't leave the village..."

It's clear that it's impossible for him to reveal the secrets of Baisha Village on his own.

Zhang Chengyi shook off the village chief, who seemed obsessed, and asked, "Is the actual controller of Baisha Village Jushen?"

"Do not."

After a while, the village chief calmed down and replied, "It's the Sand God and the Chrysanthemum God. I heard that they have lived in White Sand Village for hundreds of years and that they founded the village."

An unusual surname.

Zhang Chengyi, carrying the village chief, circled around Baisha Village amidst the dense swarms of mosquitoes in the sky, constantly asking, "What's going on with the shrine?"

What about underground blood vessels?

How many people are there in relation to the Sand God and the Chrysanthemum God?

What's going on with those mosquitoes?

The village chief could answer some questions but not others. He was bleeding more and more, and he was almost a blood-soaked figure. As he spoke, all that could be heard from his mouth was the sound of him vomiting blood.

A dense network of blood vessels emerged from the ground, pulsating as if alive, the sound of blood flowing within them almost drowning out everything else, resonating with the distant heartbeat.

Zhang Chengyi felt his heart beating in sync with them, and then his blood—

Why doesn't he just remove his heart? What's the point of having blood then?

He quickly recovered, but the village chief, clearly unable to remove the heart and blood vessels, said haltingly, "They thought an outsider had entered the village and was causing trouble... so they punctured the underground blood vessels... It won't stop until it gets all the lost blood..."

The mosquitoes that had been chasing them had disappeared.

"Oh." Zhang Chengyi responded, jumped onto a tree on the side of Baisha Village, and looked out at the villagers kneeling on the ground, their blood flowing out in large amounts to nourish the blood vessels in the ground.

I know perfectly well that these people are not innocent.

Based on the village chief's description, the data investigation of Baisha Village, and the information he gleaned from Demon Mountain, he was able to piece together a somewhat incomplete truth.

Shirasa Village, or rather, the Sand God and Chrysanthemum God families, exploited the characteristic that human minds, when integrated, would alter the uncontrolled rules, creating blood vessels to suppress the rampant killing by the uncontrolled "blood." This transformed the "blood's" slaughter of humans into a process of distorting human minds, constantly drawing blood, and slowly killing humans.

This is equivalent to changing the instant death caused by the out-of-control rules into a slow killing, and slow killing will continuously change a person's mind, eventually distorting it into a state that is suitable for rule control.

It's like creating many 'Yamada's' by human hands.

Subsequently, the people of Shirasa Village lived within the rules, and all the villagers became derivatives of the "blood vessels," possessing many special abilities. However, like Yamada, they were still alive and able to reproduce normally, which is why they were able to exist for hundreds of years.

Then, by attracting outsiders to replenish the population, they sacrifice humans one by one to the [Demon Mountain], continuing to slowly transform the out-of-control [Demon Mountain].

By frequently pouring blood at the shrine, they are trying to create a "heart" for the Demon Mountain. Judging from the fact that they could not find it in the Demon Mountain's information, the heart should not have been born yet, but the heartbeat can already be heard, so it is estimated that it is not far from being born.

What a brilliant idea! Using human lives to fill in the rules that are suitable for human control.

Zhang Chengyi lowered his eyelids. The entire Baisha Village was not innocent, or rather, even if there were innocent people, they were beyond saving under the distortion of the out-of-control rules.

The whole story is still somewhat incomplete. For example, why would this group of people use hundreds of years, dozens of generations, and countless lives as a price to reform the out-of-control rules? After the blood vessels and the heart, what else do they want to create for the Demon Mountain...?

Not important anymore.

Zhang Chengyi was somewhat disheartened. The out-of-control rules were already cruel to humanity, but humanity itself was even more ruthless to each other.

Even though he was no longer human, he still felt a certain disgust upon seeing such a cruel and bloody truth.

Let's end it here.

With a single thought, he increased the mold growth rate of all the villagers to 100%, and the out-of-control rules of the mold directly took the lives of all the villagers in Baisha Village.

Having wandered around the village for so long, the living people there must have already been infected.

This is a rule for modders.

Even if the mold growth rate is forcibly pushed to its theoretical maximum, the Demon Mountain cannot stop or resist it.

One by one, the villagers fell to the ground, their lives extinguished. Mold grew on their corpses, their souls, which should have been offered to the Demon Mountain, were stolen away by the mold in an instant.

But the protruding blood vessels on the ground continued to throb rhythmically; they wouldn't stop until they received enough blood.

As the only surviving 'living person' in the village, the village chief bleeds even faster. A normal person would have died long ago, but he doesn't even have a heartbeat, and his blood is inexhaustible. He has long since become a monster controlled by out-of-control rules, and can only continue to vomit blood in agony.

Zhang Chengyi lowered his head and asked, "Do you have any last words?"

"I'm sorry..." the village chief said with difficulty.

[Mold progression: 100%]

Zhang Chengyi threw the moldy corpse into Baisha Village, did nothing more, turned and left. There was no need to do anything else afterward; just seal it off like the Demon Mountain Tunnel. It would be best to also cut off and reroute the highway through Demon Mountain. To prevent anyone from breaking in again, perhaps barbed wire should be put up all the way outside.

The government is trying to shut down Baisha Village, and we also need to find a solution for the doctor who is coming next month.

There are many things to do afterward; not all out-of-control rules are as easy to clean up as the Devil Mountain Tunnel.

Moreover, because he harvested countless human hearts, he gained another new advantage...

Chapter 315 Plans and Solutions

As we all know, out-of-control rules can change when they harvest a large number of twisted human minds.

In Zhang Chengyi's case, it gave him an opportunity to distort himself in a specific way.

This is a unique control ability of the modifier; other out-of-control rules simply won't act on their own, which is why humans are required to take the lead in making changes.

We really need to think carefully about where to go to undergo this mutation.

He daydreamed all the way home, only to discover something when he got there—

The existing twisted minds are simply not enough.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Baisha Village allowed him to reap dozens of lives in one go. You have to understand that Demon Mountain took hundreds of years and countless lives to gradually become what it is today. If you really want to twist the rules to the way you want them, less than a hundred lives are still too few.

Unless he detonates and kills all the people he has infected at once, he simply cannot create a body or fundamentally change the rules of the fungus.

As for the extraordinary microbiome, it's even harder to influence. This stuff is a byproduct, similar to the Mountain's blood vessels, except that under his manipulation, it has become a positive influence on humans.

In this situation, the area that can be changed will be extremely small, and the more an idea goes against the natural laws of mold, the more difficult it will be.

Even the people of Baisha Village struggled so much to change things by following the flow of blood, let alone him.

This led to the opening of a path of strengthening oneself by using human lives.

He never intended to kill all the humans he controlled. He's not a psychopath; he has basic moral principles.

Oh well, what a disappointment. Something's better than nothing, right?

Zhang Chengyi had the two bodies sit facing each other, both posing as if deep in thought.

The bodies from other worlds also joined in the calculations: the body of the main god's light sphere, the body of the supercomputer, the body of the super brain... A large amount of data and calculations flowed continuously, together providing more than a dozen of the most likely changes to be achieved.

The solutions are mainly divided into three types.

The first type is to lay the foundation by having him humanize the rules. This mainly involves guiding the mold into the two bodies he has already controlled. No matter how much it can enter, he will modify it little by little until it becomes a completely humanized set of rules, which will help him build his own body.

Ordinary physical bodies and rule-based bodies are definitely different. Being able to master a rule-based ability is a huge boost. In most worlds, rule-based abilities are quite overpowered.

If the rules are unique enough, they can play a significant role in high-level competitions.

Secondly, it amplifies its own power, making its spread faster and more covert, thereby controlling humanity as quickly as possible and preventing humans from recklessly destroying the Earth in this dangerous world.

There's not much to say about this path; it's neither particularly good nor bad. Just build a large base and wait for the other bodies to arrive before making any further moves.

The third option is his current preferred solution:

Human-centered.

To put it simply, make your rules more beneficial to humanity today, such as guiding rules to be more harmless, or making humanity more tolerant of supernatural bacteria, and weakening the harm of mental decay, etc.

Because Zhang Chengyi felt pessimistic about the future of the world.

If even this tiny, remote mountain village in Japan can produce so many fancy gadgets, turning a large area of ​​the mountains into a no-go zone for humans, what must other places be like?

Is there some kind of apocalyptic crisis brewing, waiting to erupt one day?

This world is full of so many bizarre things, and humans are incredibly reckless, yet it still managed to fight two world wars just like other Earths, resulting in so many deaths. Who knows what kind of time bombs were hidden that didn't explode?

He felt the best way to preserve humanity's fire and mold-based abilities was to quickly control a group of people and flee to the moon or Mars for refuge before the crisis erupted.

We definitely won't be able to stay on Earth for much longer.

"Let's rule out one option for now. Once other bodies arrive, there are many ways to study the rules of loss of control."

Zhang Chengyi first eliminated one option, then quickly selected three options, deciding to start by changing himself by helping others escape.

There's no way around it; other bodies can't come over in a short time. There are a lot of martial arts worlds to integrate, and the Inuyasha world and the A Chinese Ghost Story world—no, to be precise, the Hong Kong film world group—are all quite troublesome. It definitely won't be resolved in a few years; it will take at least twenty or thirty years.

He really had no idea whether the Earth would still exist in twenty or thirty years.

If the Earth explodes, who knows where to find the rules for breaking free of control?

First, enhance humanity, and then, while preserving the existing rules, migrate to other planets.

"If we're talking about the first change, there's no doubt we should start with children. We need to find a way to expand the rate of moral decay without harming humanity..."

Zhang Chengyi reviewed the options in his mind and selected one as the starting point for the new Wandering Earth project, named:

[A lenient approach to defining mental decay]

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A few days later, in a car heading towards Mazan-cho.

"Yes."

"Yes."

"I see."

Takano hung up the phone, exhaled a heavy breath, and looked at the road in front of him with an extremely heavy gaze.

As an intelligence officer for the Public Security Investigation Bureau, he had previously been conducting investigations and reporting on intelligence related to the Asian region under the guise of a seafood business owner.

Since the mass deaths of high-ranking officials more than a month ago, the higher-ups’ investigation department has undergone a rapid reshuffle. Many mid-level key personnel, with the support of a small number of surviving high-ranking officials, have stepped forward and discovered a large amount of long-forgotten, shocking 'abnormal' intelligence.

To put it bluntly, when he saw dozens of inhuman monsters scattered throughout the Kansai region, he inevitably felt a chill run down his spine.

Some of these anomalies expand and grow due to human curiosity and contact, forcing higher-ups to conceal or erase their existence.

In fact, a large part of the reason why the world was developing its aviation industry in recent years was that leaders of various countries felt that Earth was no longer a habitable place.