Weird Rules Rumor: At The Beginning, He Insisted That He Was Not Dead-Chapter 89: Train of the Century (9)

This car, resembling a shopping mall, was remarkably spacious, akin to a large supermarket. The shelves were stocked with a variety of goods and supplies to suit every taste.

Logically, in such a vast space, three people could easily split up to search for supplies separately. However, when Qi An, after clearing an entire shelf, noticed Bai Lian following him, it raised his suspicions.

If that were all, he might have ignored it, but Bai Lian’s gaze was... unsettling.

Qi An grabbed a bag of chips, hesitated, then asked:

“Hey, do you have some kind of problem or something?”

Damn, you’re a grown man. Why are you staring at my back so intently?

Qi An felt his stomach clench with unease. Was this guy... into him?

“A problem?” Bai Lian tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

“Could you stop following me? You’re making me nervous!” Qi An blurted, anxiety creeping into his voice.

Bai Lian’s lips curled faintly:

“I’m just curious—what’s your goal here?”

The cryptic question froze Qi An mid-step. “What? What goal?”

“That woman and the guy who ran off earlier—are they illusions you created? Or... puppets?” Bai Lian mused, scratching his chin.

From the moment he’d entered the car, he’d noticed something off. Aside from Qi An himself, the other two “players” weren’t real people. His skill hadn’t triggered when observing them! Bai Lian had tried to “loot” them earlier but realized they didn’t even have backpacks.

Qi An’s expression hardened, wariness flashing in his eyes:

“You figured it out? Impossible! The dolls’ energy signatures are identical to players’! Even that one used my item—you shouldn’t have noticed!”

He couldn’t comprehend how his flawless deception had been unraveled so quickly. As a Second-tier Transfigurer who’d cleared hundreds of dungeons, he dominated D-rank instances. His puppet trick had fooled dozens of players—yet this newcomer saw through it instantly?

Absurd!

“Why would I explain?” Bai Lian shook his head, done with chatter. “What use is knowledge to someone about to die? Will it help you resurrect and slap yourself in the face?”

Don’t make me laugh. That only happens in stories.

“Hmph, I admit I underestimated you,” Qi An sneered, a meteor hammer materializing in his hands as he swung it menacingly, “but do you really think dealing with a puppet means you can defeat me? Do you even know who you’re dealing with?!”

“I’m a Second-tier professional! In a D-class dungeon, no one outpowers me. My tools are S-rank—what can you possibly counter with?!”

“Before you die, I’ll grant a last request. Speak! Even final words—I’ll deliver them to your friends.”

Bai Lian crossed his arms, watching the theatrics.

Qi An’s bravado wavered:

“Well? No last words? Once you say something, I’ll fulfill—”

Whoosh!

Before he finished, the hammer flew from his grip. Spinning sharply, Qi An bolted like a startled hare!

Mimicking the young man from earlier, he dissolved into a shadowy streak, darting down the corridor Bai Lian had entered through.

Damn it! Why won’t he bite? Getting words out of him is harder than cracking walnuts!

Qi An cursed internally while running. Everything since entering this D-class dungeon had been calculated—even his chatter was meant to slow Bai Lian’s reactions. Talking made people hesitate, creating escape windows!

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Why run? Isn’t it obvious?!

The moment Bai Lian saw through the ambush puppet—ten times Qi An’s strength—staying meant suicide!

“Ah! What the—?!”

His legs buckled suddenly, sending him crashing face-first.

“Who tripped me?!” Qi An pushed up, swearing, but found nothing around. Then came realization—there was good and bad news.

Good news: No one had stopped him. Bai Lian hadn’t caught up.

Bad news: He had no legs.

“WHERE ARE MY LEGS?!!”

He stared in horror at his empty pant legs. Lifting the fabric revealed... nothing. The legs that had carried him moments ago were gone!

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Footsteps approached.

Qi An looked up to see Bai Lian strolling over, that infuriating half-smile still in place.

“What did you do to me?!”

Bai Lian tilted his head. “You were quite the sprinter earlier. Can’t take a few steps now?”

Qi An: “...”

If he could, he’d curse this bastard to the seventh generation. But survival came first.

Forcing a grin, Qi An rasped: “Look, I messed up lying to you. My fault, brother. I haven’t actually harmed you, right? Now I’ve lost my legs—can you spare my life?”

“Don’t worry, I’m not asking for them back. Just let me live!”

When Bai Lian stayed silent, Qi An added hastily: “I’ve got items! I’ll give you Bonus Points! Trade for my life?”

Facing death, possessions meant nothing. Items could be rebought, points re-earned. But dead men kept neither.

“Fine.”

Bai Lian smiled. “Offer something worthwhile, and I’ll let you go.”

Relief flooded Qi An. Trusting the promise—players rarely broke such deals—he blurted: “I’ll get it now!”

He yanked open his backpack... and froze.

It was empty. Like his legless pants.

“Where... Where are my things? My items? My supplies?!”

Frantic, Qi An reopened his inventory repeatedly. Nothing. Void.

“Can’t find them?” Bai Lian’s smile widened.