Rules-related weird stories: 4016

"And because he is actually 'dead', any injuries to his body will be repaired like a Night Walker, so he stands on invincible ground."

"At least, it looks that way."

"However, according to calculations, absorbing the extraordinary power of the pseudo-humans like Old Mo would transform oneself into a pseudo-human in a short period of time... But he didn't, because he anchored himself to the cafeteria."

"What does that mean? What does 'anchored together' mean?" Mao Feiyang asked, puzzled.

Mu Daxian explained: "'Bound', 'linked'? Something like that... The cafeteria itself has extraordinary characteristics, and Old Mo used his own will as kindling to ignite himself, part of the cafeteria's extraordinary power, the extraordinary power absorbed from the pseudo-humans, and many other indescribable things, forming a chain reaction that had never been explored since the establishment of the school, ultimately transforming himself into this life form."

"Originally, so many pseudo-humans, in terms of numbers, were enough to bypass Old Mo and attack the cafeteria, but they all failed in the end."

"Because they tried to cover 'the cafeteria' through their own cognition, they couldn't lower the layer of 'the cafeteria' and sink it into the sea..."

"And what prevented them from overwriting the cafeteria's layer was Old Mo's will."

"Like a virus intrusion, the 'firewall' that Old Mo built with his will that night forcibly blocked the overwriting of all the pseudo-humans... and held on until the convenience store owner came back."

"According to the information provided by the convenience store owner later, Old Mo should have completed a 'mutual lock' with 'the cafeteria' at the last moment, or it could be called 'mutual anchoring'."

"The result of this anchoring is that Old Mo recognized that 'behind him is the cafeteria', and that 'he is standing at the entrance of the cafeteria as its chef'."

"The unyielding Old Mo used his will to forcibly anchor the cafeteria from the pseudo-human's pollution onto the concept of 'the cafeteria', and using the cafeteria as an anchor point, anchored his identity as a chef, allowing himself to constantly teeter on the edge of transforming into a pseudo-human, and then maintain his 'body' and provide combat power by directly devouring their extraordinary power by hacking and killing pseudo-humans..."

"He lit himself and threw himself into the oil drum. As long as there's oil in the drum, he won't go out."

"In this way, Old Mo achieved a certain karmic closed loop on the layer level. Unless there is an existence with enough power to crush his will, the two-in-one combination of him and the cafeteria is like borrowing a famous blade, Si Ming."

"A famous blade, Si Ming... with no cooldown time."

"Then isn't that an unsolvable absolute defense, a cheat?" Mao Feiyang widened his eyes, his mind filled with the image of a certain hero dancing crookedly in front of the crystal.

Mu Daxian sighed: "There's no such thing as absolute defense... As long as it can defend, there's a value, and if there's a value, it can't be absolute... Any defense we can think of is vulnerable in the face of conceptual power."

"Old Mo can draw a circle on paper, which can block things outside the circle, but if it were Him, He could just tear the paper... That's why the convenience store owner needs to expel Him, understand?"

The power that can only rely on paper is unimaginably fragile in the face of the power that can trample on paper.

But the power that also relies on paper, as long as the ink is thick enough, can resist other colors.

This is Old Mo.

"Moreover..." Mu Daxian added, "The current Old Mo can't leave the cafeteria area. He can't even leave the position he's in... Because he's constantly self-anchoring. Once his will relaxes, the 'mutual lock' will be broken, and he may disappear into thin air..."

Mao Feiyang fell into silence: "So you're saying... Old Mo has been tensing his will from the 70th Gray Fog Invasion until now?"

Mu Daxian lowered his eyes slightly and nodded, pursing his lips: "His numb appearance isn't because he lost his mind, but precisely because he's too focused. Extremes meet, great wisdom may appear as foolishness, so he looks like this..."

"Perhaps having tasted the bitterness of sacrifice, Old Mo couldn't bear to see the sacrifice of his comrades again, so he has persevered from that time until now..."

"It can be said that as long as Old Mo is there, even if the cafeteria is breached, it won't fall. He is the last drop of blood of the cafeteria, truly implementing the chef's code of 'As long as the people are here, the cafeteria is here'."

One breath of immortal energy directly sustained Old Mo from the 70th Gray Fog Invasion to the 73rd Gray Fog Invasion... Mao Feiyang didn't know what to say in silence. Verbal respect was not enough to express anything for such a person.

The heavy atmosphere made Mao Feiyang feel suffocated. He felt himself gradually unable to feel the heaviness of that night and could only silently change the subject, trying to pull Mu Daxian out of that sad and solemn mood: "Xian-ge, how the hell do you even know the chef's code?"

Mu Daxian slowly came back to his senses and then said calmly: "Old Mo mentioned some things, and I just wrote them down when I heard them, but I didn't hear much, so I didn't remember everything..."

"Then why is he wearing a blue apron now? Isn't it black?" Mao Feiyang asked.

Mu Daxian shook his head: "I'm not sure, but it may be related to the chef's traits, or it may be to take care of other people."

"He's at the entrance of the cafeteria, but the layer he's in is different from ours, so people with normal minds can't see him, and those with unstable mental states are already very unstable. Seeing a black-aproned chef who is neither blue nor green will only confuse them more, thereby deepening the pollution..."

"Old Mo may have considered this from the beginning, so he anchored himself as a blue-aproned chef, using the appearance of a most common service-oriented chef to disguise himself, so as not to cause too much panic."

Just then, in the student restaurant area behind the plastic curtain, the incandescent lights burst out with sporadic sparks like flint and steel, and then "poof, poof, poof, poof..." all lit up one after another.

— Time, at this moment, came to 5:40 on May 8th. The cafeteria lights were on.

"We can go in." Mu Daxian glanced at the pendulum clock at the entrance of the passage, checked the time, and then reached out to lift the plastic curtain.

But just before he entered the student restaurant, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he suddenly said: "Oh, right... Just treat what I told you just now as a story, because there may be some problems with my memories of the past."

"Ah?" Mao Feiyang was stunned and blurted out subconsciously, "Problems with your memory? You've had your memory modified too?"

"'Too'?" Mu Daxian originally didn't want to say more, but he caught a magical word.

Mao Feiyang was stunned again: "Yeah, why did I say... 'also'?"

Mu Daxian gave him a deep look, then seemed thoughtful, but he immediately noticed that Mao Feiyang was also being thoughtful, so he narrowed his eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, he continued: "The details may vary, but the general idea won't change... Let's go."

After saying that, he plunged into the student cafeteria.

...

At 5:40, the student cafeteria could only be described as deserted because the exchange students were not allowed to leave the classroom before 6 o'clock, so Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang became the first people to enter the cafeteria.

The moment Mao Feiyang entered the cafeteria, Lin Yi seemed to capture some detail and subconsciously glanced in a certain direction.

It was the direction of the employee通道. A cook pushed the trash can into place and then turned to leave. Through visual afterimages, Lin Yi felt that the cook seemed to be wearing a black apron...

And outside the employee通道, a lingering mist lingered, and within that mist, there seemed to be a tall figure.

He seemed to be waiting for something. Unfortunately, Mao Feiyang followed closely behind Mu Daxian into the cafeteria, so Lin Yi didn't have much time to observe.

Lin Yi suspected it was a security guard because, according to the pattern, the security guard would take a cook wearing a blue apron to deliver food to the homeroom teacher, so it seemed reasonable to pick up the cook at this time.

But he couldn't verify it, and the perspective followed Mao Feiyang into the student cafeteria.

Due to the layering issue, the lights in the cafeteria, as always, presented a pale, grayish texture. The entire student cafeteria was like a gray film from the 1960s.

From Lin Yi's perspective, all the cooks in the five food windows and window #10 were busy, each doing their own thing, sorting dishes, preparing trays, and the remaining cooks were curiously focusing their gaze on Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang.

Although the cafeteria claimed to open at 5:40, in reality, it was impossible for any "students" to come at this time, as both the teaching buildings and dormitories didn't release people until 6 o'clock.

So they gradually became the visual focus of all the cooks...

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This feeling of being watched was very strange, making it difficult to tell whether they were here to have breakfast or to offer themselves as breakfast.

Mu Daxian looked around the cafeteria, then went straight to food window #1, casually ordered some breakfast, and left.

Mao Feiyang quickly followed, copied the operation, and added, "Me too," before also walking away with a tray.

Throughout the entire process, neither of them swiped their cards, and the blue-aproned cafeteria aunt didn't try to stop them at all.

She just calmly watched their backs as they carried their trays after getting their food, her eyes slightly cold, wondering what she was thinking.

Mu Daxian casually found a seat and sat down, then took a bite of pickled cucumber and began to drink the porridge in large gulps: "Hurry up and eat. The convenience store isn't 'open' yet, but I guess it will be soon."

"Okay, okay." Mao Feiyang quickly buried his head in his porridge, but he suddenly noticed that there was a tomato on both of their plates.

This tomato was covered with glistening dew, as if it had just been picked from a tree that had been rained on, exuding a delicate and dripping scarlet color, making people unable to resist wanting to take a bite.

"This...?" Mao Feiyang's voice trembled suddenly, as if he had seen something terrifying.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw that a cook wearing a green apron had appeared next to the card swiping machine at food window #1.

The green-aproned cook had been staring at them, and now that Mao Feiyang turned his head, he made eye contact with it.

"Oh shit!" Mu Daxian naturally noticed the tomato, but he didn't curse until Mao Feiyang saw the green-aproned cook.

The green-aproned cook was quickly attracted by Mao Feiyang, then left its original position and slowly approached.

"Brother Xian!" Mao Feiyang couldn't help but remind him.

"I feel it. Keep eating." Mu Daxian lowered his head and drank his porridge, but seeing that Mao Feiyang was still flustered, he emphasized again, "Listen to me, keep drinking your porridge."

"Uh... okay." Mao Feiyang quickly shrank his neck and continued to drink his porridge, but he was absent-minded, his mind was entirely on the approaching green-aproned cook, and he drank his porridge with the same gurgling, bubble-blowing expression as a husky drinking water.

"Student... try the tomato..."

The green-aproned cook approached with a faint ghostly sound. The hairs on Mao Feiyang's body were about to stand on end, and he couldn't help but clench the hem of his clothes...

Just then, Mu Daxian put down his bowl.

"Duck your head."

"?" Mao Feiyang was stunned, but he saw Mu Daxian's hand on the drawing board...

"Oh crap!" Mao Feiyang suddenly realized something, and his head shrank down like a turtle. Then, Mu Daxian pulled out the drawing board from behind, like a strongman wielding a sledgehammer, and directly hit the green-aproned cook.

"Bang—"

With a dull sound, the green-aproned cook flew out like a cannonball.

Mu Daxian supported himself on the dining table with one hand, flexibly pulled himself out of the seat, and landed steadily on the ground with a Thomas flare.

Before the green-aproned cook could get up from the ground, Mu Daxian directly chased after him, landing a side kick directly on the green-aproned cook's abdomen, kicking it towards the exit of the student cafeteria, and then smashed its tomato over fiercely.

The green-aproned cook subconsciously wanted to dodge, but immediately realized that the tomato's target didn't seem to be itself.

The tomato shot out like a baseball, brushed past the green-aproned cook's body, and heavily hit the plastic air curtain behind it!

The green-aproned cook had just stabilized its body and was pushed to the plastic air curtain by Mu Daxian's wave of attacks, and the tomato just happened to knock open a corner of the plastic air curtain...

The green-aproned cook, who had just stabilized its body, suddenly trembled. It couldn't "see" things and relied on sensing to lock onto its opponent, but the moment the plastic air curtain was knocked open a corner, it found that something had locked onto itself in return—

It was Lao Mo.

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PS: I saw the typos, I'll fix them tomorrow, thanks for pointing them out.