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After becoming a Dried Corpse.

No need to eat, sleep, or drink.

No feelings of hunger or fatigue.

Being in an emotional state for 24 hours a day might be somewhat tormenting for most people, but for the elderly who were originally not well-adapted to the globalization of gaming, the Sands of Time was indeed a perfect retirement place.

Bring a set of chess, mahjong, or playing cards before entering the Sands of Time!

Then a series of ridiculous and far-fetched scenes ensued!

In the first layer of the Sands of Time, the entire map was engulfed in darkness, and the visibility for human players was only 1 meter!

Human players ran forward wildly with apprehensive expressions, constantly reading the information on the ground!

Following behind were countless younger Dried Corpse players, bursting with energy and ambition as they charged towards the human players, intent on infecting a few more to earn more points.

The whole scene looked extremely thrilling!

But there were other scenes in the dark.

Two old men who had become Dried Corpses sat in front of a chessboard, debating fervently, surrounded by numerous other Dried Corpse elders who were just as enthusiastically giving advice.

"Move the knight, if you don't there'll be double cannons!"

"Old Li, do you even know how to play chess?"

The ancients said, a true gentleman watches chess without speaking. Perhaps in ancient times, people were already aware of the existence of something terribly nasty known as 'pressure monsters.'

Meanwhile, in another dark corner, three old men and an old woman were gathered around a table.

"Four twos with a pair of jokers, anyone taking the four with two?"

"I'll take it, I have five kings with sixes, five with six, I'll cover you."

At this point, the human players desperately running for their lives couldn't hold back anymore. One of them looked angrily towards the source of the noise in the dark.

"Do you even know how to play cards? What kind of hand is five kings with sixes?"

"Can't you see we're running for our lives? Can't you keep it down?"

Yet, the absurdity didn't end there.

"The endless horizon is my love; at the foot of the rolling Green Mountains, flowers bloom. What rhythm sways the most, what song brings out the joy." Find adventures at empire

An elegant melody slowly drifted from the dark.

Upon a closer look.

It turned out to be a group of Dried Corpse old ladies dancing a square dance in the dark, led by a group leader!

Is there a better place than the Sands of Time Map for square dancing?

Plenty of space, no one to complain about disturbing the peace, and even if someone did, there's no need to pay any mind.

Moreover, there was no need to watch the time to go home to cook for their granddaughters, how carefree.

Just like that.

The style of the entire Sands of Time Map was distinctly split in two.

The east side was filled with an air of murderous intent, replete with cunning, internal strife, and bloody vendettas in a mad dash for survival.

On the west side, however, the air was imbued with a relaxed atmosphere, almost like a peaceful haven.

"Hahahaha!!"

Tuberculosis Rabbit couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, he burst into laughter looking at those human players on the forums incessantly complaining about the increasing number of Dried Corpse old ladies causing disturbances in the Sands of Time Map!

Besides that.

Players also developed many ways to play on the Sands of Time Map.

For instance, some bet on human nature, picking up the Dried Corpse Grenades meant to clear the second level's passages but not using them, instead saving them to score big points in the Corpse Pit of the fourth level.

Without Dried Corpse Grenades, it was inevitable that the second level's passageway wouldn't be cleared quickly, resulting in several more players getting infected.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

But these players clearly didn't care, adopting the attitude of, let a companion die rather than a poor one.

Beyond that, there were other derived styles of play such as ghost leading the way, traitorous insider, never looking back, adding more randomness to the map, making it much more interesting than their first time pioneering it.

Then there was the wilderness map.

Before entering the map, the rules stated that when they left the map, the next batch of players would invade as attackers targeting the houses built by the first batch of players.

The first batch of players had already come out.

But clearly, these people were quite ticked off, angrily ranting on the forum, piling up thousands of posts!

Other players, realizing what had happened to this batch, couldn't help but sympathize with them.

According to the rules, these players would be teleported into the wilderness, then they were to chop down trees to make tools such as trebuchets to attack the players' buildings. But the reality was—

No sooner had these players been teleported into the map than they found a wall of air behind them and a tall wall in front of them.

Moving forward or backward was out of the question.

Even turning around was extremely difficult.

A look at the map revealed that among the previous batch of players who built houses in the wilderness, one player named Tuberculosis Rabbit built a house as big as the wilderness map itself.

And they couldn't land inside the house.

So they dropped down in the space between the air wall and the tall wall.

To make matters worse, behind the wall was a series of arrow towers constantly attacking them, making them thankful that they could revive on the spot, yet hating the fact that they could revive on the spot!

They were shot to death by the arrow towers in this tight crevice, only to resurrect in the very same place!

The talk of chopping wood and making tools was pure nonsense—were there even any trees left on the map? Nothing but emptiness, as if the enemy had swept through the village!

And the duration of the map was 24 hours.

Thus, these players spent 24 hours dying and resurrecting in the tight gap, lying there as if in a water dungeon. The moment they were let out, they immediately logged onto the Yancheng forum and began to furiously and ferociously curse at Tuberculosis Rabbit!

Tuberculosis Rabbit, while laughing merrily, flipped through the posts cursing him, nodding with satisfaction.

That was the effect he desired.

He got exactly the effect he wanted.

"What are you laughing at?"

Chen Yi glanced at Tuberculosis Rabbit who sat beside him, amusing himself, and asked curiously.

"Nothing, nothing at all,"

The Tuberculosis Rabbit's abdomen heaved as he tried to suppress his laughter, waving his hand to indicate everything was alright.

Chen Yi didn't press further but stood up and headed towards the bathroom. "I'm going to use the restroom, help me mix the dipping sauce."

"Oh, sure, no problem."

Upon hearing this, Tuberculosis Rabbit put down his phone and walked toward the sauce station.

Yi had a habit when eating hot pot; one round would be plain, and the remaining three required different dipping sauces for seasoning.

...

"Ah."

Just as Chen Yi had left the restroom, he saw a woman in a tight skirt, fishnet stockings, and high heels who seemed to have twisted her ankle, tumbling toward him.

"Bang."

Chen Yi's expression changed, and without the slightest hesitation, he pulled out a sniper rifle from his embrace, pressed it against the woman's body, pulled the trigger, and immediately fired a shot her way.

A slightly muffled gunshot abruptly rang out in the space.

"..."

The woman, about to speak with an apologetic look, suddenly stiffened, feeling the sharp pain inside her and the warm muzzle against her abdomen. She was stunned for nearly ten seconds.

Only after confirming she wasn't dead but merely had a nosebleed, did a flicker of fear and bewilderment cross her eyes as she looked at Chen Yi and asked in a trembling voice, "What are you doing?"

She had no idea what was going on.

Why had Chen Yi suddenly fired his gun?

Were there any signs?

Had there been no signs at all?

"Who are you?"

Chen Yi's eyes twinkled coldly, the gun still firmly against the woman's abdomen as he stared into her eyes and spoke word by word.

"Don't you know who I am?"

"If you don't know who I am, why the hell did you shoot?!"

The woman looked at Chen Yi with an expression close to breaking down, feeling somewhat lost on how to proceed, "I just accidentally fell, why did you suddenly shoot?"

"Take off your clothes."

Chen Yi said emotionlessly to the woman before him.

"What did you say?"

"Take off your clothes, my patience is limited."

The woman looked up and glared at Chen Yi, seeing his serious expression and remembering the man's command. She bit her lip, closed her eyes with a sense of humiliation, and removed her tight skirt.

At that moment, she just hoped no one would pass by to spare her some dignity.

Chen Yi's expression told her that if she did not comply, she might indeed die there today.

She didn't want to die.

"Your underwear too."

With her eyes tightly closed and no resistance, the woman's chest heaved as she removed all her clothing and then covered her chest with her arms, "Are you satisfied now? What exactly do you want?"

Chen Yi didn't speak but used his sniper rifle like a cane, scanning the woman's body. After confirming she wasn't hiding blades in her hair, clothes, or other places, he nodded.

He didn't hear the woman cursing him in her heart.

Although there was still a possibility she had aggressive props in her backpack, the likelihood she was here to assassinate him was now very low.

If she had come to assassinate him, the prop would have been on her person, and she would have only a moment to act after falling. Taking a dagger out of a backpack to attempt an assassination would waste too much time.

The instant the woman fell towards him, he had only one thought: this woman was here to kill her.

There was no deduction.

He was well aware his profile had been quite high lately, and it was normal for someone to make a move on him; he had been on guard for such an eventuality.

After ensuring there was no issue,

Chen Yi turned and walked back towards the main hall, leaving behind a remark.

"Be more careful when you walk next time."

"..."

The woman crouching on the ground, clutching her clothes to her chest and curling up in the corner, watched Chen Yi's departing figure with resentment and anger flashing in her eyes, and cursed inwardly.

Madman, nothing but a madman!

Wait until the day I make you fall in love with me, I'll get my revenge by shitting and pissing on your head!

Just having a few props doesn't make you the Local Tyrant!

Gao Yiming, that bastard, has the nerve to make me deal with such a freak. Does he not realize I almost died here?

Just then—

The woman suddenly noticed Chen Yi had returned. A hint of hope appeared in her eyes, and an imperceptible gleam of joy as she deliberately shifted the clothing covering her private areas down a little.

Stretching out her fair arm, she rubbed her ankle with a voice tinged with complaint and allure.

"Now you realize you should come and apologize?"

However, the young man stood in front of her, one step away, with no expression on his face as he said quietly, "I heard you cursing me."

"What?"

The woman was stunned, disbelief and fear flashing in the depths of her eyes as she denied instinctively, "I didn't, I really didn't, I swear."

"I heard it."