There is One New Rule Every Month Globally-Chapter 649 - 403 Profession Gold Miner_2
Chapter 649: Chapter 403: “Profession”: Gold Miner!_2
Chapter 649 -403: “Profession”: Gold Miner!_2
Chen Yi at the center simply nodded his head. “The timing is almost right. Dragging this out is pointless. We can’t delay until marriage and childbirth, using a child as a threat would be meaningless.”
…
“Is it so urgent?”
Wen Ping felt a bit taken aback, standing by the window and looking down at the city with a sense of reluctance. He had spent a considerable amount of time in this city these days, and for some unknown reason, he had grown fond of it.
The thought that he might never come here again
made him feel rather down.
He suddenly understood a phrase someone had once said to him.
One day, you will fall in love with a city because of one person.
At this moment, the impression the city left him was very positive, like a mother’s womb, and the pedestrians on the streets were like amniotic fluid, wrapping around him and providing a steady stream of warmth.
But he still preferred to quickly take Little Miao back to his own planet. He took a deep breath and then looked straight at Little Miao in front of him, his face relaxed, “Let’s go.”
“When we get back, I’ll take you to try the special snacks of our planet.”
He could already picture it.
Staring intently at Little Miao as she thrust a long sword into his throat, his consciousness slowly fading away, he imagined himself dying in Little Miao’s arms, blood filling his mouth, looking into her eyes filled with panic, unease, and sorrow.
He reached out to gently caress her and attempted to comfort her, but after uttering just a few words, he died in Little Miao’s arms.
This exquisite desolation excited him even as he thought about it.
For a boy in his first romantic relationship, his mind was often filled with thoughts of how much he loved his partner and what he would be willing to do for them, using internal climaxes to numb himself.
However, at that moment—
“Wait!”
Wen Ping looked bewilderedly at the eight-barreled Gatling that Little Miao had fished out. With disbelief in his voice, he couldn’t help but raise its pitch, “A Gatling? What the hell??”
“Why is it a Gatling??”
“Shouldn’t it be a long sword or something like a Soft Sword? Isn’t a Gatling a bit too lacking in aesthetics?”
“Times have changed, Uncle. Nowadays, how many people on the battlefield use swords? Gatling has a higher lethality, doesn’t it?”
He was still thinking about dying in Little Miao’s arms, performing a tragic scene of beauty, even his Last Words were already planned out, but now… damn it, with a Gatling out, what Last Words could he have?
He wouldn’t even leave a whole corpse.
Immediately afterward, Wen Ping suddenly remembered something, gazing doubtfully at the gray, sealed Props in his backpack. He had just realized that not all his Props were temporarily sealed.
Including his title, Skill, and Props—all were temporarily sealed.
This was the situation he encountered after failing to shuttle through Starfield upon killing Chen Yi.
Just… why then, when he was opening the treasure chest earlier, could the Prop “Fortune as Vast as the Eastern Sea” be activated?
If it hadn’t been triggered, how could he have possibly drawn the “Race Change Command,” which had such a small probability? If it could be triggered, were his Props sealed or not?
As Wen Ping began to ponder over this, he noticed that the originally gray Props in his backpack started to flicker incessantly—alternating between the sealed gray state and the bright state of normal use, which looked very odd.
It was as if…
It was as if…
as long as he believed the Props could be used normally, they would indeed function.
As long as he believed the Props were unusable, they would become unusable.
It seemed entirely subject to his whims?
“Uncle Wen Ping!”
A somewhat tragic voice interrupted Wen Ping’s ramblings, and he saw Little Miao beside him, eyes full of tears and reluctance, aiming the gun at him and pulling the trigger fiercely. Countless bullet chains shot straight at Wen Ping.
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“I love you!!”
“I want to be your wife forever!”
Upon hearing this voice, Wen Ping snapped out of his reverie, a content smile on his face. He was just about to say something.
But then, the bullets flying towards him
seemed to tear through the void, causing the surrounding air to twist and distort, while the high-rise buildings around him had become incredibly illusory. Even Little Miao, who stood opposite him, had somehow donned a veil on her face.
The next second—
Before Wen Ping could react, countless bullets pelted down on him like a thunderstorm.
Immediately after.
As if a thunderstorm ceased abruptly, everything quieted down.
…
In the vast Wasteland,
only Chen Yi stood in place, eyes tightly shut, gazing at the countless notification sounds popping up before him, dense and complicated.
Wen Ping lay in a pool of blood, his face filled with contentment and tinged with a hint of regret.
Dead for good.
The exceedingly lucky Wen Ping was thus killed in an ambush.
Yes, the only way to kill Wen Ping was to make him choose to accept death willingly. Only then could he be killed, any other circumstance would not suffice; his immense Luck Points would allow him to avoid nearly all traps and danger.
No, ‘nearly’ shouldn’t be used; rather, it was absolutely so. At least from what they had gathered about Wen Ping, they had never seen him lose on account of luck.
