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Chapter 437 - 434: "You’re Here, Boss Rabbit Sauce." (Half-Drunk Pomelo Alliance Hierarch added 5/5)

Chapter 437: Chapter 434: "You’re Here, Boss Rabbit Sauce." (Half-Drunk Pomelo Alliance Hierarch added 5/5)

Originally, the owner of the Second World, who wasn’t a resident of White City, did not appear in the subsequent storyline.

Su Ming’an concluded that the owner, responsible for presenting the rules at that time, had temporarily taken the place of an NPC to introduce the rules to them.

Or rather, he had "borrowed" the identity of an NPC.

So, if a nesting doll approach were followed...

In this world, I could do as the owner had done—replace the owner who was supposed to replace other NPCs.

...Thinking about it that way, it was indeed very interesting.

"Ruler." The owner stared at him, his voice icy, ".... You have one more minute to decide."

Su Ming’an revealed a smile.

After noticing this hidden choice, his smile began to become extremely "bright and sunny."

The owner’s white eyelashes trembled, and upon seeing Su Ming’an’s smile, it had a somewhat ominous premonition.

"I think, since I was specifically summoned here to choose, it couldn’t possibly be that I’m faced with a nearly blind selection. Otherwise, it would be better to just randomly assign an NPC to me," Su Ming’an said. "Thus—there must be a best answer to this question, it’s just about whether I can discover this ’best answer’ or not."

The owner’s eyelids fluttered.

Its expression at that moment was incredibly stiff, its pair of fiery red eyes staring straight at him.

"So, if it’s replicating the situation in White City, in the Eighth World, there would be an original rule presenter..." Su Ming’an spread his hands.

"Can my clone replace ’you’?"

He asked,

"... ’Rules Presenter’ of the Eighth World, owner?"

...

[2022/01/02, 0:10]

"Ding—!"

The sound of an ancient bell rang out gently, resounding like thunder, echoing in the ears of each player who had just opened their eyes.

"Swish, swish, swish—"

A full hundred beams of teleportation white light appeared.

Amidst this rain curtain-like brightness, the players opened their eyes.

At the moment Noel regained control of his body, silken threads appeared in his hands.

He guessed that the Eighth World would be a battle-royale type of competitive world, and thus, from the moment of being transported to the field, the game must have already started, and he needed to be wary of everyone around him from the very first second.

But as he lifted his hand to activate the silken threads, he heard a cold system prompt:

[Eighth World·Rules Introduction Period, all combat actions are prohibited during this period.]

Noel blinked his gradually clearing eyes and lowered his hand.

...The game hadn’t started yet?

He rubbed his eyes, his vision clearing a bit, and immediately began observing his surroundings.

Just like the MVP award ceremony at the end of the Fourth World, they were now in the midst of the sky.

Around them, besides floating white clouds, there was nothing; beneath their feet was a transparent circular platform, and he stood on a segment of the circle.

At intervals, a player stood, making the large platform into a circle of a full hundred people.

The air was tinged with a cold, astringent scent, reminiscent of the smell of disinfectant in a hospital.

Noel immediately looked to his left and indeed saw Su Ming’an, close to him; it seemed the circle was arranged according to ranking, with the first on one being hundredth, the first on the right being second, and so on.

"We still can’t attack each other yet? That’s a pity," said the seventy-eighth player, the curly-haired woman Leslie with a beauty mark on her face. She gave a smile. She had an unusual fragrance about her, seemingly ready to attack, but it was ineffective.

"Rules Introduction Period... it seems the rules are not simple," said a portly, amiable middle-aged man squinting his eyes. He was the forty-second player, Joy, a wealthy Chinese-American businessman who had grown younger in the world game.

"...It hasn’t started yet?" questioned the ninety-eighth player, a boxer Yuriklu, his tiger eyes glaring. He hit his bright red boxing gloves together, looking somewhat restless.

The soft murmur of conversation floated in this quiet sky platform. The top-ranked players were not without brains; more of them remained silent, without even a grumble, seemingly waiting to see how things would unfold.

...And those who were silent, their focus was on a young man with black hair standing at the edge of the arc.

Like spotlights, their gazes precisely targeted that direction, with a few scattering toward Noel, Mizushima, Isabella, Edward, Bei Wang, among others.

The strongest always attract the most attention, to say nothing of the strongest among them; he always drew the most notice.

But it was just watching.

No one intended to provoke, speak up, request cooperation, or fawn over him at this moment.

They knew that openly scheming in a circumstance where everyone could see was akin to handing over intelligence. These were not the type of weak players who had to rely on the strong to survive.

At this stage, they had their own dignity and abilities. Not to mention, this was a world that had been defined from the start as having "only one victor" in pure competition.

And the focal point of everyone’s attention—Su Ming’an was also waiting.

His gaze was fixed on the center of the circular platform, the area left empty, waiting for the host to appear.

His livestream had started the moment he was transported. Perhaps because other Adventurer Players couldn’t leave, they could only watch, which caused the popularity of his livestream to surge to an unprecedented number.

[Oh! The screen has finally lit up!]

[By the way, why was Number One Player’s livestream the only one that was blank just now?]

[Who knows, maybe it’s a special mission?]

[It must be a bug, warning, Ubisoft forces have infiltrated the World Game.]

[Su Ming’an won’t answer anyway, what’s the use of us asking here.]

[Wow, there are so many big shots in the sky, why wouldn’t you take screenshots! So many big shots together!]

[I heard, the Eighth World is a battle royale type of world... Could Su Ming’an have gone off to play the role of ’Ghost’, ’Butcher’ or something similar?]

[Then what couldn’t they show us, it’s not like they are chasing us.]

[I don’t know, it seems another unsolved mystery of the World Game has been added, who is going to record this...]

[...]

"Whoosh—"

Amidst the players’ anticipation, a pink glow rose.

In the core of the circular platform, the pink light twinkled and gathered like stars, then burst like bubbles.

"...Has it come?" Flora squinted her eyes, shrouded in her robes.

They had guessed that the gathering of everyone here from the beginning was certain to involve the public distribution of rules.

Thus, the person likely in charge of distributing the rules would be Boss Rabbit, as it had been previously.

"Whoosh—!"

As expected, accompanied by a burst of pretty pink brilliance, a pure white figure gradually emerged, with fluffy rabbit ears springing up.

"So pretty! So pretty!"

Bonnie, the bouncy little girl, shouted out loud as if no one else was around. She really liked the bright, sparkling colors.

The players beside her glanced at her, but no one addressed this troublesome child. No one wanted to get involved with a troublemaker like her.

At that moment, Flora gently walked behind Bonnie, knelt down, and wrapped her arms around the slim girl.

"Bonnie, do you think it’s pretty?" Flora whispered in Bonnie’s ear, her long curled eyelashes trembling slightly.

"So pretty! So pretty!" Bonnie leaned back into Flora’s embrace, her posture extremely affectionate, as if she had grown used to her closeness, "Sister Flora, I missed you, let’s go on an adventure together later..."

Flora smiled, then whispered something into Bonnie’s ear, causing the young girl to giggle out loud.

The other players watching this scene silently became wary. They quietly classified Flora and Bonnie as one faction.

In their eyes, among leading players, there couldn’t exist purely friendly relations. If Flora was taking care of Bonnie, it was likely not out of sympathy or compassion but more for collaboration and utilization.

After all, a blank child could be painted any color by someone with intent. Those who accompany children during their development are most able to change and shape them.

They believed that Flora was intent on this approach. She drew near with her high Charm, used maternal care to guide Bonnie, and made Bonnie entrust her emotions to her, thus turning the young girl into a puppet that could be manipulated by her words.

"Whoosh—!"

As they waited, the empty ground broke into a brilliant display of pink light, flickering and splintering.

In the midst of this beautiful, dreamlike hue, the familiar shadow of Boss Rabbit gradually became visible.

The white giant rabbit stood quietly amid the elf-like dancing pink lights.

At this moment, its appearance was fluffy and white, like a large rabbit plush toy lying quietly on a store shelf, even a bit cute. If uninformed girls saw it, they might even want to stroke it a bit.

When it wasn’t acting up, its overall image was quite passable. It lacked that nauseating feeling of the opening ceremony where just a glance could drop sanity, having a fairy-tale-like cute appeal of a Big White Rabbit.

Compared to before, the sense of discord and anomaly about it seemed to have receded significantly.

"...So this is the legendary spokesperson for the organizers?" The player ranked hundredth, covered in a black robe, stood to the left of Su Ming’an and looked up slightly: "To think it would have such an unimposing appearance, the policies adopted by the ruler of this world are indeed quite special."

Hearing his words, Su Ming’an’s lips couldn’t help but curve into a slight smile.

"So, the rules are..." Edward, with his blonde hair. touched his chin.

He stood today in the third position among the players, to the right of Noel, clad in a pale blue robe.

His eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, were fixed on Boss Rabbit, his expression incredibly focused.

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