There is One New Rule Every Month Globally-Chapter 658 - 405 The First Strikes Harvest_3
Chapter 658: Chapter 405: The First Strike’s Harvest!!!_3
Chapter 658 -405: The First Strike’s Harvest!!!_3
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Subconsciously, Yi seemed to think this thing was no longer useful.
But… he didn’t think so.
In terms of lifespan, among the myriad gods, who could live longer than Yi,
Tuberculosis Rabbit glanced at Sword Without End beside him, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly, and he remained silent. The more his memories recovered, the harder it became for him to look Sword Without End in the eye.
Who would have expected it?
Here was someone who appeared all over the place, spending his days playing Russian Roulette, yet he was once an infamous figure that could silence crying children just by mentioning his name.
And in the dreams.
The mountain belonging to Sword Without End, which he faced, seemed to have shown some activity recently, looking as if it were about to awaken.
“Sigh.”
All of a sudden, Tuberculosis Rabbit let out a sigh, his hand casually placed behind his back as he gazed at an angle into the sky, silent and unspoken, for the decisive battle was drawing near.
When the time comes,
how many people here would survive,
was yet to be known.
…
Soon, the date reached January 16th.
Five whole days had passed since Chen Yi started opening his treasure chests.
Since December 28th, the day the decisive battle with Wen Ping began, Chen Yi hadn’t slept a wink.
Although, with the effect of his spiritual power never tiring, he didn’t feel the pressure that might lead to sudden death or his heart deciding it was too tired and giving up suddenly after consulting with the brain, despite not sleeping for so long.
But…
His body might be fine, yet his mind wasn’t holding up as well.
The lack of sleep made Chen Yi feel as though he was no longer human, turned into a monster, even starting to hallucinate monsters emerging from the void, snarling and baring their teeth at him.
“I can’t take it anymore!”
Finally—
Lying on the beach chair, Chen Yi who had been continuously opening treasure chests without sleep, finally seemed to reach his limit. Raising his hand to signal Tuberculosis Rabbit and the others to stop, he sat up, his gaze falling hazily onto the Wasteland as he murmured.
“I’m going to sleep, the treasure chests will have to wait.”
“Let it be.”
“There’s no rush with this thing, it’s a long-term effort. It’s impossible to get everything done and stack up the Luck Points in just a few days.”
Then, he glanced at the mountain of Props beside him, which appeared hardly diminished. After a moment of silence, he hopped off the beach chair and headed to his sled without a second glance, flying toward the rooftop.
His determination was unmistakable.
Even… even though he had already tried so hard.
‘Open.’
This word had been silently repeated countless times in his heart. He was even getting unaccustomed to uttering those two simple syllables, trying every possible method to speed up the opening of the chests. Yet in five days, he had managed to open only 1.2 million of them.
That was, on average, about 250,000 a day.
This speed was already very fast.
Bear in mind, at the beginning, he could only manage 17,000 a day.
Yet even with this frightening speed, facing 1 billion Prop Chests, it still seemed like a drop in the ocean, almost futile.
…
“So…”
Tuberculosis Rabbit turned to look at Sword Without End: “Yi has gone to sleep, should we also go to sleep?”
In these past few days, he knew how Yi had figured out a way to speed up the chest opening process even further.
The answer was simple.
According to Yi’s logic, opening chests involved only two steps: ‘contact’ and ‘open.’
Physical contact couldn’t be avoided; it had to be done with the hands. If someone didn’t have hands, any other body part was permissible to use in replacement, as accommodation and support, perhaps even pity and help, for disabled players.
And what Yi did was straightforward.
One in each hand, swiftly and decisively.
“Bang bang.”
After two chopping sounds, both hands were severed, casually tossed aside. Then, he shut his eyes and lay on the beach chair, resting with his eyes closed.
This way, Prop Chests didn’t necessarily have to hit Chen Yi’s hands to be opened.
They could be opened by hitting any part of his body, like the arms, head, or abdomen—these parts could all open the chests.
The efficiency began to increase significantly.
Yi only needed to mentally command them to open. With such a large area of contact, the speed of opening naturally increased by a lot.
That scene.
Those who saw it felt a shiver down their spine, those unaware of what was happening thought Yi was being subjected to some torture.
But even so, the speed only increased to an average of 200,000 chests a day. Anything faster was impossible; this was already their fastest rate.
Yet…
Tuberculosis Rabbit looked toward the nearly 1 billion E-grade random Prop Chests piled nearby, sighing, “When the hell are we supposed to finish opening all these? Screw it, let’s just give up.”
…
This sleep.
Chen Yi slept for a long time, waking up feeling refreshed and clear-headed.
He also learned a lesson.
Just because his spiritual power would never exhaust, didn’t mean a person could go without sleep forever. Perhaps his body wouldn’t suddenly die from lack of sleep and wouldn’t greatly affect bodily functions, but his mind would inevitably start hallucinating. That was unavoidable.
Not even the title of ‘never exhausting spiritual power’ could compensate for that.
Waking from this sleep, it was now noon on January 17th.
Just in time for lunch.
After nearly 20 hours of sleep, Chen Yi, feeling hungry, got up, washed up, and was ready to find something to eat outside. Barely stepping out onto the rooftop, he saw Tuberculosis Rabbit rushing over excitedly, shouting,
