When the figures of the chosen ones from each country gradually became clear in the live broadcast room, the audience in Daxia almost cheered.
"It's Lin Qiuhan again, hahaha, this time we lie down and wait to win!"
"I hope Sister Qiuhan can do more SSS evaluations to benefit the public."
"I suggest that from now on, the rules and weird talk should appoint Lin Qiuhan as the only chosen one in Daxia. She can have fun playing alone."
"The difficulty of the two-and-a-half-star dungeon is not low, so you have to be careful not to capsize in the gutter."
Most of the Daxia audience looked more relaxed. Lin Qiuhan's strength was obvious to all, and they were relieved.
Looking at the live broadcast rooms of other countries, they found that the lineup of the chosen ones this time was very luxurious, and the beautiful country also had an ace chosen one!
Church Saint Johnson!
This person has short blond hair, blue eyes, and a calm expression. He is wearing a slender and close-fitting black robe, giving people a feeling that he has everything under control.
He once passed a three-star dungeon with an S-level rating. Except for Lin Qiuhan, no one dared to say that he knew the rules and weird stories better than him.
"Haha, Johnson came to clear the two-and-a-half-star dungeon. Isn't this a dimensionality reduction attack? It seems that there is no suspense in this live broadcast."
"That's right, even a three-star dungeon can't stand up to Johnson, let alone a lower-level two-and-a-half-star dungeon."
"Brothers, I'm going to bed first. After Johnson clears the level, please give me a call. I'll get up and watch again."
Beautiful Chinese people are more confident than Chinese people.
After all, Johnson's record is also real!
It's a pity that Johnson only suppressed Gui, while Lin Qiuhan slaughtered Gui, and his expressiveness was a bit lacking.
It's okay, this time we compete on the same stage, just get the place back!
The beautiful American audience looked at Johnson with eyes full of expectation.
The copy of Rules and Ghost Stories was gradually loaded. More than seventy chosen ones appeared together in a dark room, and there was a faint sound of dripping water in their ears.
Tick tock, tick tock...
This group of chosen ones was obviously experienced and did not move around. They immediately started looking for rules.
Soon, they took out a pamphlet from their clothes pocket.
"Waiter Work Manual".
Opening the booklet, the light was dim, but the six rules recorded on the first page were clearly visible, shimmering with light.
[Rule 1: Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, don’t regret! 】
[Rule 2: As a waiter, please come to work on time, never be late, and never leave early. 】
[Rule 3: Customers are God. Please do not anger any customer during work. 】
[Rule 4: After the customer has finished spending, you must collect every penny carefully and patiently, so as not to allow the restaurant to suffer losses. 】
[Rule 5: There is a kind-hearted old employee who will be responsible for taking you for internship. You can ask him any questions. Don't worry, you can trust him completely before he gets angry. 】
[Rule 6: The restaurant will not close until the boss wakes up. 】
Snapped!
The moment they read the rules, all the lights above their heads suddenly turned on, and the dazzling white light made some of the chosen ones couldn't help but squint their eyes.
But soon, everyone's eyes were focused on the front.
In an open space not far away, stood a middle-aged chef, wearing a tall chef's hat, a white shirt, and a white apron. His huge muscles were exposed, and the whole person was as strong as a hill.
The most worrying thing is...this chef has no head and only wears a chef's hat on his neck, which makes him look weird.
"The two-and-a-half-star copy will also have two fake rules, but the difference is that the initial rules have changed from five to six."
Johnson secretly looked at the chef and guessed that this one was the "old employee" specified in the rules, and he would take them for internship next.
His mood was calm. He turned away and looked around for a moment. He noticed that the sink behind him was full of blood. It looked like the blood of an unknown creature.
Farther away in front of the stove, several stiff-faced chefs were washing ingredients, obviously preparing to cook for guests.
"We should be in the back kitchen now, and it's early in the morning. It's the time when a restaurant is washing vegetables and wiping pots in preparation for opening."
After observing this for more than ten seconds, Johnson immediately came to a conclusion.
These conclusions may seem useless, but every detail in the strange rules cannot be ignored, because that may become the key point to break the game!
Not only Johnson, but also seven or eight chosen ones were secretly observing the surrounding situation at this moment.
They felt that the chefs who were washing dishes looked at them in a strange way. It didn't look like they were looking at their colleagues, but more like they were looking at...
Fresh ingredients.
Click!
The kitchen knife chopped open the bones and flesh, and the sound of chopping on the cutting board suddenly exploded, frightening the chosen one from a small country to stop breathing and feeling horrified.
Fear arose spontaneously, and the chosen one from the small country panicked. He remembered that the rules stated that he should not be afraid!
Swish——!
A dozen pairs of eyes in the kitchen looked at him instantly. Those were the eyes of the chefs!
The chosen one from the small country complained endlessly and quickly suppressed his emotions. He smiled and sweated profusely.
Fortunately, after the fear passed, the chefs turned back and went to work on their own, no longer paying attention to the Chosen One.
It was as if everything before had never happened.
"Huh? Showing fear but not dying. Is Rule 1 false?"
The Chosen One of Sakura Kingdom, Sakamoto Yuan, frowned, thoughtfully.
It's a good thing that an unstable Chosen One helped them test out Rule 1.
Many of the Chosen Ones saw some information in it.
"Rule 1 is true. After expressing fear, although he did not die, it obviously attracted the attention of the chefs."
"Judging from past experience, breaking the rules does not necessarily lead to death, but often leads to weird things."
"The incident just now shows that rule one is true. Weird things will happen if violated, but there is also a prerequisite, which is [duration]!"
"Only after showing fear for a period of time will the chefs take action. If they can suppress their emotions in time, there is still hope."
Johnson said calmly, directly telling the important information he analyzed.
His reasoning was clear and no faults could be found.
"As expected of the top chosen one, he analyzed such important information right from the beginning. The beautiful country is safe this time!"
“It’s just a matter of analyzing it, but it’s also generous enough to share it with every chosen one, which is admirable!”
"Sure enough, a chosen one of this level can participate in a two-and-a-half-star dungeon without any pressure."
The foreign audience was excited and praised endlessly.
Experts from other countries were even more relieved. Generally speaking, all expert groups would divide their work, keep a close eye on the live broadcast of each Chosen One, and inform their own Chosen Ones of the intelligence obtained by the Chosen Ones from other countries.
Johnson's generous disclosure of the information just saved them from the only opportunity to use off-site assistance and revealed the information to his chosen one.
The beautiful country and its chosen ones are both responsible.
Gratitude arose in their hearts, but little did they know that Johnson's real purpose in revealing the information was actually to gain their trust and allow more chosen ones to survive to the later stages of the copy and continue to make mistakes for themselves.
If the scapegoats were gone, Johnson would have to put himself on the line to test the situation, and he didn't want to do that.
The chosen ones can die, but they must die in a worthy way, and it is best to die for me.
Facing the kind looks cast by the other chosen ones, Johnson nodded in response and smiled coldly in his heart.
The strange story of rules is a slaughterhouse. Except for fools and prey, no one will think that hunters are benevolent.
You are still too young.
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