CHAPTER 574: CHAPTER 186: VERSION ENHANCEMENT, RULE GAME_3

On the development of the Player Corridor, 4.13% of the 4.394% came from the connection between the Colorful Mist Coast and the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range.

As for the line from the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range to the Frosty Winter Snowfield, it’s mainly being developed by several big guilds. Progress is slow, and they often have to engage in evil battles with the Earth Thought Evil Spirits along the way.

The frequency of brawls between both sides is extremely high.

The strategy of the Earth Thought Evil Spirits is always to mercilessly attack the fallen, and under normal circumstances, they do not invade players.

But as soon as they see players in trouble or facing a strong enemy, they will inevitably sweep in and stab fiercely from the side.

Or deliver a backstab from behind.

The players’ combat strategy is very simple.

When they dislike the Earth Thought Bully, they just go up and fight, acting on impulse and without considering the specific situation.

The strategy of the Combat Insect Clan is even simpler.

As long as players fight the Earth Thought Bully, they will definitely follow up with a three-way brawl or occasionally find the Earth Thought Bully for a fight.

Especially when the Earth Thought Bully tests new troops, they will inevitably be present and reciprocate the testing.

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Colorful Mist Coast, White Bone Ridge.

Where the eye could see, the ground was completely covered in a layer of eerie white.

According to the analysis introduction from the Guidance, this was once a battlefield between two descending forces.

The two forces clashed for countless years, erasing the original lush forest, and creating the White Bone Ridge made up of countless corpses.

As time passed, the flesh and blood of the dead faded away, leaving only the bare bones covering the ground.

Yet the struggle between these two forces had no winner.

For the vast majority of forces, war is a process of depleting their foundations.

Resources in stock, combat units...are continuously consumed in war.

Few forces, like the Black Tide, Insect Race, and Reverse Tide Army, grow rapidly through war.

These two forces eventually met their end when a third force emerged after descending into the Monster World.

Yet, the third force couldn’t occupy this area either.

An unexpected Divine Descent crisis, a harvest as the Strong Clan passed through, eliminated the third force that was trying to reap the benefits.

Just like the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range area, which was suddenly harvested for Spiritual Ore Resources by the Divine Descent of the Mechanical Army.

In front of true Strong Clans, weaker forces are like a wild Spirit Plant occasionally discovered by a player during exploration, casually plucked.

The barren scenery without trees to block the view, the strong wind sweeping the land, the bones colliding with each other making "click-clack" sounds, and playing a death symphony.

The dust raised mixed with bone powder, permeating the air.

A player walked among the bone-stacked ridges, the crushed bones underfoot making a crisp sound.

Occasionally his body would suddenly sink, falling into the bone pile, and when he pulled his leg out with force, it would bring up a burst of scattered bone fragments.

The wind whistled through the gaps in the bones, making a "woo-woo" low hum, resounding in the player’s ears.

After walking some distance in White Bone Ridge, Song Hao called up a map to check his coordinate position.

After correcting his direction, he continued onward.

From time to time, he would take a selfie screenshot, saving it in a private album on the forum to record bits of his journey.

"Chirp chirp!"

At this moment, the Treasure Hunting Mouse, lying lazily on his shoulder, suddenly perked up, sniffed left and right twice, then leaped off Song Hao’s shoulder.

Seeing this, Song Hao immediately realized that the Treasure Hunting Mouse had found something, and resolutely followed.

He saw the Treasure Hunting Mouse locked in on a bone pile, its two front paws digging down, stirring up bone fragments that fell in cascades.

As the digging went deeper, the Treasure Hunting Mouse disappeared from sight, leaving Song Hao standing above, only able to see a small channel leading underground.

Waiting, Song Hao’s expression was expectant.

He imagined a scene of obtaining high-value treasures.

Though he’s a player from the Exploration Faction, for him, exploration is more of a hobby.

He has his own combat team.

It’s just that recently, the warband couldn’t survive in the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range and disbanded temporarily before finding a suitable leveling spot.

As for the Frost Winter Snow Region, its difficulty is too low and unsuitable for the development of their warband.

Thus, he has a high demand for resources, unlike those desireless adventurers.

He cares more about the surprises brought by treasure hunting than the journey’s landscapes.

Each time the Treasure Hunting Mouse reacts, he is filled with anticipation.

It’s like opening a blind box, where he might receive unimaginable wealth.

Switching the perspective to the view of the Treasure Hunting Mouse, he sees it still digging into the ground.

Suddenly, the Treasure Hunting Mouse stopped, its eyes wide open.

Then, it carefully cleared away nearby broken bones with its paws, revealing a softly glowing object.

It was a small metal box, intricately engraved with beautiful patterns, slightly weathered by the erosion of time.

"Son, bring it back."

Upon hearing this, the Treasure Hunting Mouse grabbed the box with its mouth and headed towards the surface.

Leaping out of the hole, the Treasure Hunting Mouse placed the box before Song Hao and circled around it joyfully, chirping excitedly.

At this moment, Song Hao retrieved a piece of Spirit Fish Meat from the Space Bag and tossed it to the Treasure Hunting Mouse.

As the Treasure Hunting Mouse leaped up and caught the Spirit Fish Meat, indulging joyously, he bent down to pick up the metal box.

The box was unlocked, and he could open it with a simple reach.

To Song Hao’s eye, there appeared a triangular amber-colored rune without any particular features.

With curiosity, Song Hao activated the Analysis Ability:

[Rule Scene Portal]:

Item Description: A space trap crafted by members of the Youlu Council, randomly delivered around the world. Those members are creators wielding Rule Power, executing a destruction plan through creating rule games. All game participants will be locked by the Youlu Council based on Rule Ability to represent their clans in the rule game. Failure in the game means elimination, and the clan of the eliminated will face destruction by the Youlu Association.

Hint: Activating the rune will transport you to the rule game scene.

...

After reading the analysis content twice, Song Hao understood.

This thing is a trap; activating it will force a participation in a rule game.

If eliminated, it obliterates your entire clan.

"There are so many perverts in the Monster World." Song Hao couldn’t help but lament.

Speaking, he looked at the Guidance floating beside him:

"Brother Guide, what do you think of this pervert force?"

[It’s not perverted, it’s because this rule can generate Rule Energy for the Youlu Council, much like the Ancient God Race acquiring Fighting Soul Power through arenas or players with Praying Life Souls fulfilling desires to gain Wish Power. This is another way of generating Rule Energy through Rule Logic. However, this rule seems complicated, and it’s likely a trash rule in the hands of the Youlu Council.]

"Will there be opportunities inside?"

[Not sure.]

"If I activate and use this space trap, get transported to play the rule game, will the Player Clan be traced and exterminated by the Youlu Council?"

[What do you think?] Brother Guide looked at Song Hao with a ’fool’ gaze.

"Hehe, I have to try it."