There is One New Rule Every Month Globally-Chapter 460 - 339: "Prop Name": Air Roast Chicken (Ultimate Edition)_2

"Let’s not even talk about the other stuff,"

"Any NPC or player who owns this prop, no matter how slovenly, wouldn’t be so slovenly as to ignore the seaweed growing inside their own shoes, right? Look, there are even eggs here."

"Eggs? Wait, let’s kill these eggs first before anything else. Don’t fucking tell me another Sea God clan is gonna pop out and slaughter Blue Star like what happened with the Void Clan last time."

"Anyway, trust me, this is definitely an unclaimed item."

"It’s unfortunate there’s only one. It can only manifest half its effects at most, so it can hardly be considered an SSS-tier prop. At best, it’s an S-tier or even an A-tier item, but under certain conditions, it can yield remarkable effects."

"Such a pity."

Tuberculosis Rabbit couldn’t help but shake his head in regret, before suddenly lowering his head in thought, brow furrowed in contemplation.

He was green with envy over Yi’s Gold Miner occupation.

That occupation suited him perfectly.

He had plenty of time to mine slowly, while Yi was too preoccupied with numerous affairs to bring out the best in that occupation.

If only he could have that occupation.

But it was only available to players of Sixfold Planet and above or those who have conquered the Monument in the up-tier game. For the time being, Sixfold Planet was out of reach, Blue Star wasn’t quite there yet, which left only the Monument...

Perhaps it was worth a try.

Claiming a Monument didn’t necessarily require great strength; just being the first in a certain domain would suffice, somewhat like the Guinness records on Blue Star.

Like Li Yi’s Monument, wasn’t it granted for earning 1 billion Points within the Newbie Protection Period?

Being number one in a domain... huh, what about eating ten tons of shit?

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Ugh.

Tuberculosis Rabbit suddenly gagged at the thought that sprung into his mind, instantly sickened by his own idea. He wasn’t sure why such a thought had occurred to him, but he had a hunch that if he actually did it, he might just snag a new Monument.

And his popularity in the up-tier game would likely soar past Yi’s in an instant.

But forget it, he’d rather not have the Gold Miner occupation if it meant doing that. It was just too gross.

Consistency mattered; solid was fine, liquid was too much.

What the hell, why did he even need to compare the two?!

Overwhelmed by the muddle of thoughts in his head, Tuberculosis Rabbit stood up and shook his head frantically, trying to clear his mind of the filth and purify his soul.

Moreover, the Gold Miner occupation actually wasn’t that strong; it could only be used once a day, and the outcome was completely random. The time cost was too great.

One could only mine 30 times a month.

And in the up-tier game, where time spans are broad, a month is enough time to change a lot of things.

Yi could keep on mining infinitely only because he held the ’Faceless One’ occupation, which randomly granted him a new occupation each week, lifting the usual Occupational Restrictions, thus allowing him to mine without limits each day.

"Ah, what a shame,"

Tuberculosis Rabbit sat back down cross-legged, shaking his head in disappointment, and carefully tucked the worn-out boot into his bosom, planning to hand it over to Yi when he returned.

At 08:00 in the morning, the National Day limited-time event was set to begin.

Yi would be forced to return around that time, if nothing unexpected occurred.

If something did happen...

"Slap."

With an expressionless face, Tuberculosis Rabbit slapped himself. He realized his tendency to babble might be morphing into something worse. Previously, he just couldn’t help talking to people, but now he found himself rambling in his own mind.

And the thoughts were mostly of the ominous sort.

"Let’s eat first!"

Sword Without End sounded the trumpet of feasting. They hadn’t eaten much in Awesome Starfield, and their stomachs were growling. The exotic dishes of the Alien Race didn’t quite appeal to them either.

Tuberculosis Rabbit, on the other hand, just patted his slightly round belly without saying a word. He had eaten two bowls of noodles right before being teleported back to Blue Star.

He wasn’t very hungry yet.

But it was late at night, and the breeze was gentle, so not having some drinks and chats would indeed be a waste.

...

Meanwhile—

In some deep-sea location, at a depth unknown, currents swirled.

At the bottom of the deep sea where no light could be seen, it was a pitch-blackness that seemed to swallow anything whole.

In this place, unseen by the eye, many creatures unabashedly grew into monsters that would be colossal by land standards, fit to be the climax of a horror movie.

It was a forbidden zone for many beings.

Under unspeakable water pressure, most beings would be crushed into fragments. When the depth exceeded ten thousand meters, the pressure reached a terrifying level.

If a human were thrown into the sea at ten thousand meters depth suddenly, it would be a death with no pain; the body would instantly be crushed into mush and dissolve into pieces.

One wouldn’t even have time to feel the suffocation of inhaling sea water before their vision darkened, and they left this world.

In such conditions.

A body, resembling that of a Blue Star human, floated slowly with the currents, eyes shut as if dead, unclear how long it had been adrift at the sea bottom.

The body was deep blue all over, its skin studded with galaxy-like flecks.

About one meter eighty in height.

Inexplicably durable, the body showed no signs of decay despite floating in the sea for so long.