There is One New Rule Every Month Globally-Chapter 627 - 397 End of Act One_4

Chapter 627: Chapter 397: “End of Act One!”_4

Chapter 627 -397: “End of Act One!”_4

The game protects the weak.

And every race Chen Yi slaughtered was many times more advanced than Blue Star, naturally, there were no restrictions.

…

From God’s perspective, Chen Yi watched as Wen Ping walked towards the nearest city just as he had scripted, and he couldn’t help but let out a long sigh, feeling deeply exhausted.

Damn it.

He had never thought constructing an Illusory Realm was such a task.

Yes, constructing an environment was theoretically simple; he just needed to imagine a city and there would be a city there.

But then what?

He had to perfect every detail of the city, even down to the broken circuits on billboards, and the kt boards that had been blown into the sewers, all of these details needed perfecting one by one.

If it wasn’t for his talent where his spiritual power would never be exhausted.

He would be dead by now.

Dead from exhaustion.

Dead from a brain short-circuit caused by the depletion of his spiritual power.

Like in this Illusory Realm, only a part was properly constructed; everywhere else was void, after all, he couldn’t possibly construct an entire Blue Star in the Illusory Realm, that was not something a human could do.

Even if his spiritual power wouldn’t run out, it was still impossible, as it required a great deal of time.

That is to say, if Wen Ping suddenly got a wild idea to start a vehicle and drove straight in one direction, he would discover that apart from the world around him, everything else was void.

His disguise would instantly be seen through.

Luckily, Wen Ping didn’t show any signs of doing that yet.

While designing the system’s notification panel just now, he thought for a long time and still hadn’t come up with a good Set Effect, partly because he was worried that the Set Effects he designed might not meet Wen Ping’s expectations, leading to some discrepancies.

On the other hand, he was worried, what if Wen Ping wanted to try out his Set Effects?

That would just create more work for himself, wouldn’t it?

As for why he let Wen Ping stay on Blue Star in the Illusory Realm rather than returning to his own Starfield.

The reason was simple.

He was not familiar with Wen Ping’s Starfield at all, and constructing that world would definitely be full of holes, but Blue Star was different. This was his home field where even if there were some flaws, Wen Ping would probably subconsciously ignore them.

After all, cultural differences are quite normal for an Alien Race.

…

“Is this a city on Blue Star?”

Wen Ping stood at an abandoned bus stop, looking around at the players coming and going, curiously observing that the players on Blue Star looked no different from him.

And at that moment—

A notification sound once again rang in his ear.

「Ding, all your Props, Titles, Skills, are temporarily sealed.」

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「Since your strength has far exceeded the Novice Planet Blue Star’s power limit, some difficulties in starfield transportation are detected. After the transportation is completed, all Props, Titles, Skills, will be unsealed.」

“Huh?”

Wen Ping looked at the panel that popped up before him, his face wrinkling slightly with displeasure, but it didn’t bother him too much; in the past, whether he was finishing a task or leaving a map, the teleportation had always been smooth.

Why were there so many troubles this time?

But he didn’t have time to think about it now, several days of continuous lack of food and sleep made him feel very sleepy and famished.

He walked into the city on foot.

The scenery gradually became more bustling, the clean and tidy streets, the large screen advertisements on the office buildings, the systematic traffic lights, and the busy traffic.

Wen Ping looked around in slight surprise, not expecting Blue Star to recover its past prosperity so quickly during the Novice Period. His planet was like the end of days when they were in the Newbie Village, not to mention these skyscrapers.

The streets were filled with rotting bodies that no one had cleared away.

No scene like the current one existed before.

From the restaurants lining the streets, wafts of delicious aromas drifted out.

After picking a restaurant at random, he ordered their signature dish.

“Tomato and Egg Noodles.”

A simple bowl.

12 Points.

Thankfully, even though Props were restricted, Points could still be used normally; there was no worry about being unable to pay the bill.

“Delicious…”

Wen Ping, upon tasting his first bite, stood there stunned. Afterwards, without any interaction with the owner who came over to greet him, he wolfed down the bowl of noodles in front of him and then turned to leave.

He didn’t eat his fill.

It had been a long time since his last meal, and eating too much would make it uncomfortable to sleep later.

Besides this noodle shop, he glanced around and picked a hotel that seemed decent enough to check in, settling into room 418.

Upon stepping into room 418.

Wen Ping stripped off all his clothes, took a cold shower, then lay down on the soft double bed and slowly drifted off to sleep.

He quickly fell into a dream.

And started to snore softly.

…

“Cut!”

“End of Act One!”

Watching all this from a god perspective, Chen Yi finally let out a long sigh of relief once he saw Wen Ping had entered dreamland!

Not bad, up until now, everything had been going according to his plan.

Moreover, he had even added quite a bit of acting for himself.

For instance, in the noodle shop earlier, he had the owner ask Wen Ping how it tasted. Although he didn’t get a reply from Wen Ping, it was enough. It at least let Wen Ping know that the people in this city all had their own thoughts and didn’t appear like some artificial intelligence goofballs.

Next, it was time to enter the most crucial phase!

Dream planting!

Chen Yi took a deep breath, waited patiently for more than two hours, and then relentlessly began constructing a dreamscape for Wen Ping, which had a simple content: playing the roles of Wen Ping’s mother and relatives, urging Wen Ping to quickly find a girlfriend to show them.

This is commonly known as marriage pressure!

According to their information, Wen Ping was a rather filial person!

And the best way to exert influence over a filial person was marriage pressure!

…

At the same time.

Wen Ping, deep asleep in room 418, began to twitch his eyelids irregularly as if he was dreaming about something half the time, making his sleep uneasy.

Just like that.

After sleeping for more than 10 hours.

Wen Ping slowly opened his eyes, sat up on the bed, and stared blankly into the pitch-black room for a while before finally lighting up a cigarette and putting it to his lips, “Damn it, why do I feel like I’ve been dreaming all night.”

This sleep was truly uncomfortable.

Like being in prison.

He dreamt that his mother was pressuring him to get married quickly and to have a chubby little son for her, to grow sensible day by day, and to stop breaking his parents’ hearts.

“…”

After some time, Wen Ping, who had finally recovered, washed up hastily, dressed, and walked out of the room, ready to go downstairs to find something to eat.