There is One New Rule Every Month Globally-Chapter 628 - 398 Add the January rule One Step Ahead
Chapter 628 -398: Add the January rule “One Step Ahead”.
Chapter 628 -398: Add the January rule “One Step Ahead”.
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And at this moment,
Chen Yi, who viewed everything from a God-like perspective and controlled all that occurred within the Illusory Realm, frowned as he looked at the script in his hands. Why was the matchmaking club named Tu’er?
Wasn’t that name a bit too casual?
He hadn’t paid attention to these details when he had reviewed the script.
He just listened to what the experts said, that the matchmaking club’s name needed to be particularly conspicuous, the kind you would remember after hearing just once.
After pondering it for a long while, he nodded his head.
That was the rationale, yes.
…
Meanwhile, within the Illusory Realm,
Wen Ping didn’t do much that day. He just wandered around the streets a few times, taking in the culture of this planet. Not bad, but it was probably due to his Novice Period; the pressure was a bit too much.
He had a conversation with a Blue Star player. These Blue Star players didn’t realize he was not from this planet.
Only, this player seemed a bit dim-witted.
After exchanging a few words with this player, Wen Ping only then realized it seemed like the player’s muddled thoughts were due to the overwhelming difficulty of the Novice Period.
There were no other issues.
Wen Ping wandered around aimlessly for a day, casually eating something in the hotel lobby at dusk, then returned to the hotel once again, ready to sleep.
He now really wanted to return to his own Starfield.
The news of Chen Yi’s death at his hands hadn’t spread yet. Many people were unaware, and he wanted to quickly go back and spread the news. After that, his renown as Wen Ping would skyrocket as he rose up, stepping on the reputation Chen Yi had accumulated during that time.
But the system notified him that the Starfield Shuttle was still temporarily unusable, there was still a bug being repaired.
He didn’t know when it was going to be fixed.
What happened to the estimated time of 24 hours? Not accurate at all.
As the listless Wen Ping lay on the hotel bed looking at the TV in the room, he suddenly thought of something and subconsciously glanced at his chat channel. He had been missing for several days; how was it that no one sent him a message?
“Eh?”
Wen Ping looked at his chat channel panel with a slight frown and did not speak. His chat channel panel had been covered with a thick mosaic by the system, indicating it was temporarily unavailable.
Although he was somewhat puzzled, he didn’t think too much about it and just continued to watch the television, killing time.
…
“Insane, completely insane,”
“This is literally killing me!”
At this time, Chen Yi, who looked upon everything from a God-like perspective, was nearly at the brink of mental collapse. Wen Ping walked around, and he had to project his consciousness wherever Wen Ping went, ensuring not to reveal any flaws, especially when Wen Ping was about to speak with a player. He managed to focus his consciousness on that player immediately.
Yet even so, there were several close calls.
Everything in this Illusory Realm was his creation, meaning the players in this city within the Illusory Realm had no consciousness of their own; they could only act according to some basic rules he had set.
For more detailed actions, he had to project his own consciousness.
The Illusory Realm was primarily constructed based on his thoughts, and secondarily assisted by Wen Ping’s subconscious.
For instance, he had no idea what props were in Wen Ping’s backpack. How was he to guess what Wen Ping would throw away? And how was he to construct the information about the props in Wen Ping’s backpack? All these details formed according to Wen Ping’s subconscious.
That included the chat channel.
One main reason he also blocked the chat channel was that, in case Wen Ping sent a message to a friend, should he reply or not?
If he didn’t reply, it would be very strange and might arouse suspicion.
And if he did reply,
What should he say?
He had no idea what to respond with; it was simpler and more convenient to just shut down the chat channel.
So, that day passed by without arranging a date for Wen Ping. Boiling the frog slowly was the strategy; too fast, and the flavor wouldn’t develop properly, increasing the chance of failure.
…
The groggy Wen Ping, who had fallen asleep, had another dream that night.
In his dream,
his deceased parents constantly urged him to go on dates quickly, or else he would be unfilial, an incredible disgrace, and they would rest uneasy in their graves, warning him not to regard them as his parents if he refused to go on dates.
For a full 8 hours.
To up the dosage,
Chen Yi had arranged a full 8 hours of non-repeating marriage-promoting scenarios for Wen Ping that night.
As a result, when the groggy Wen Ping woke up with incredibly exaggerated dark circles under his eyes, his expression baffled as he stood in front of the mirror looking at his haggard self. It had been a long time since he had seen himself this disheveled.
Especially after acquiring the S-grade prop “Fortune as Vast as the Eastern Sea,” this was the first time he looked this haggard.
It seemed that even with maxed Luck Points, the pressure from his parents to get married couldn’t be avoided.
He felt as if he hadn’t slept at all last night, more like he had worked through the night. Far from his fatigue being relieved, he felt even more tired and weary.
He rarely dreamed before, and he didn’t understand why he had such frequent dreams these nights, and they were all of such long duration.
And bizarrely, the content of the dreams was consistent—his dead parents appearing in dreams urging him to marry.
Could it be…
that his mother beneath the Nine Springs truly wished for him to go on dates?
Wen Ping stood in front of the mirror, let out a sigh, and casually lit a cigarette, placing it to his lips, “If I needed a woman, why would I need to go on dates.”
“Mom,”
“Times have changed.”
Now, he was no longer the obscure Wen Ping of the past.
