Rules-related weird stories: 4016

Through the dense water mist, Lin Yi could no longer see the inscriptions on the ancient bell, but he could sense a terrifying, incomprehensible, and indescribable aura from the arrangement of cuneiform characters and the carving logic of those mysterious secret patterns on the bell.

It seemed to be engraved with some kind of ancient matrix. Just seeing the arrangement logic of those characters and secret patterns would produce a burst of uncontrollable palpitations. That taste of terror and fear seemed to have penetrated into the soul.

Perhaps because it had existed with the Black Moon Outpost until now, the material of this ancient bell could no longer be judged by observation alone. When that texture, which had almost turned into a dark cyan, leaning towards black, was like meteoric iron from the ancient times, it would make people feel a sense of oppression just by looking at it.

The heavy rain poured down, and raindrops struck the ancient bell, making a dull "dong, dong" sound, then dripped down along the bell, and were torn into endless water mist by the storm—the baptism of water mist he encountered in this layer came from this.

The heavy rain washed over the bell tower, dripping onto the ground, forming a noisy sound of rain. Occasionally, a gust of wind, like overlapping waves, would roll the rain into the stairwell, hitting the stairs and making a crackling sound.

"Just stay there, that's the only safe place." Lao Mo's voice traveled through the noise of the wind and rain and entered Lin Yi's ears. He carried the hourglass and came to the top floor, braving the heavy rain.

Lin Yi wanted to follow Lao Mo, but just as he came to the stairs and wanted to follow, he suddenly noticed that particles seemed to be flying out of Lao Mo's body as if annihilating…

Whenever a strong wind accompanied by dense water mist blew past, it was as if some particles were being taken away from Lao Mo's body. That scene was very similar to the annihilation of the Wrathful Angel who was roasted to death by the old kerosene lamp in the "Feast."

Just then, a wisp of fine wind brushed lightly across his skin through the steps.

"Tsk—"

Lin Yi reflexively retracted his arm and touched the skin that had been blown by the wind.

He saw a tiny cut on his skin slowly healing…

"This…?!"

"Just a little wind that seeped through cut open my skin?!"

"So Lao Mo over there… is really annihilating!"

Lin Yi was still in shock and didn't dare to get close to the steps again.

But if a normal person were here, their first reaction would definitely not be Lin Yi's. Instead, they should look at Lin Yi's self-healing arm after being injured as if they had seen a ghost, and say something like, 'Good heavens, bro, your hand was cut open and not a drop of blood flowed?'

But Lin Yi really didn't consider this question, or rather, no matter how badly he was trampled into a human-shaped xylitol by the boss during gymnastics class, he still believed that he was a "person," even though this person of his, apart from "himself and Wei Liang thinking that he was still a person" and "having human moral standards and behavioral logic," didn't look like a person at all.

Or rather, he had already, instinctively, adapted to some of his characteristics of "being a person but also different from a person."

But no matter what, his most fundamental anchor point seemed to be—"person."

A living "person."

He raised his head, trying to see more in a "safe" place, but he couldn't find the Watchman's location, nor could he find Mu Daxian's location.

Clearly, there was only one flight of stairs separating them, but those spiraling stairs perfectly blocked that part of the view.

He really wanted to see what was happening above…

He really wanted to see!

Just as a strong "desire to perceive" appeared in his heart…

"Buzz…"

An invisible wave, centered on him, slowly expanded outward.

Just like a drop of water falling on a calm black lake, the ripples spread out.

The structure of the bell tower began to appear in front of him in another form…

"This is… 'Vision Insight'?!" Lin Yi exclaimed excitedly in his heart.

Don't look down on "My World" and "Vision Insight" for being so brilliant, but the release of these two skills is not under his subjective control at all.

Especially "My World." From awakening to now, it has only been triggered a handful of times to truly cover the real world.

"Vision Insight" is good, but it is also very limited.

The last time he stole chickens in the giant egg to repair the city wall was the result of the joint promotion of "My World" and "Vision Insight."

However, since he came to the layer where the art building is located, these two skills have become weak as if they were suppressed.

But now, a brilliant golden flame rose in his eyes, and the gradually unfolding vision began to take over everything he saw.

"Vision Insight," start! Start!!

Lin Yi was overjoyed.

Soon, his entire world seemed to have turned into that dark scene, and the ground under his feet began to turn into a grid pattern composed of countless white glowing lines crisscrossing, much like a computer scan.

It was a pity that the architectural structure of the bell tower did not change in any way. Otherwise, he could have deduced the structure of the Black Moon Outpost like deducing the inter-layer connection of the "Stadium Giant Egg - City Wall."

But from the looks of it now, this Black Moon Outpost is worthy of being designed by Amon. The relationship between the various architectures is so stable that there is no sign of distortion at all.

But not long after he had this idea, that ever-victorious "perceptual scan" became logically chaotic as if it had encountered a big problem. Clearly, the structure of the bell tower was stable, but when he extended his perception to a distance of less than three meters, a terrible change occurred.

"Vision Insight" should have fed back everything it perceived into his heart as a three-dimensional grid diagram with crisscrossing lines, but when this perception had just spread to a distance of three meters, it directly became distorted, like a ball of yarn messed up by a cat.

A few beads of sweat could not help but seep out of Lin Yi's forehead. He sensed it unwillingly, trying to peek into a corner of this vast world, but his power alone was too small. Even if it was just a corner of this bell tower, it was as vast as the sea to him.

The more he sensed, the more chaotic the ball of yarn became. The more he wanted to expand outward, the more he felt the great resistance of the rebound.

In the end, he slumped weakly to the ground, spitting out stones, rolling his eyes, and sighed in his heart: "Damn, it's really worthy of being a 'designer,' Amon… This level of design is really not something that can be easily peeked at…"

"No wonder no one has cracked the design drawings of the Black Moon Outpost until now… This is too difficult, isn't it?!"

You must know that he is not an ordinary person. He is a guy who stole chickens from the Feast and repaired the city wall under the perception of the boss and many PE teachers!

And he, a person who even repaired the city wall, couldn't even crack the small room of this bell tower?!

This is not even the bell tower itself, but just one floor and one corner of the bell tower!

What level of designer is this Amon?!

"Wait…!"

Could it be that the title 'Amon' belongs to the 'Designer', so all related professions in later generations are qualified to bear the word 'Design'?

In other words... if so-called Grand Daos exist in this world, then Amon is the pioneer and originator of the 'Design' Dao?!

Damn, what 'Design Ancestor' and all that...

But jokes aside, the simple three words 'Designer' stand there like a high mountain that cannot be climbed, no matter how hard others try, they can't even look up to it.

Is this the value of the 'Original Apostle'? It's unimaginable how terrifying the apostles of other titles are.

Lin Yi sighed quietly, the golden flames in his eyes slowly extinguished, and he reluctantly withdrew from the 'Field of Vision'.

"Ah... if only Young Master Tian were here."

If Tian Bufan were here, he would definitely not be helpless.

But now he can only observe the surrounding environment as much as possible, and then dedicate it to Tian Bufan.

But just as the golden flames in his eyes were about to go out, as if by some ghostly suggestion... the scene of him and Tian Bufan sitting together discussing appeared in his mind, only to see Tian Bufan on the opposite side slowly opening his mouth with a mocking expression, and then, a voice popped up in his heart:

“Idiot… think about how you explored the field of vision when playing Warcraft…”

Warcraft… field of vision…?

Lin Yi couldn't help but be stunned.

Lin Yi doesn't know what game the field of vision mechanism can be traced back to the earliest, but he first came into contact with this mechanism in "The Frozen Throne".

On a globally dark map, only areas with one's own units radiate a certain area to the surroundings as a place to 'occupy the field of vision'.

The remaining dark areas require one's own troops to pass by to obtain a field of vision, and that field of vision will also move regionally with the movement of one's own troops.

«Wait! Could it be...?!»

In the misty first floor of the clock tower, the golden light in Lin Yi's eyes that was gradually extinguishing, after swaying for a while, suddenly burned 'fiercely', blooming with truly dazzling brilliance!

«Vision Insight», restart!

«Buzz—»

The domain spread out, and when it spread to a range of about three meters, the area beyond the edge became distorted and imperceptible.

“Hehe…” But Lin Yi didn’t give up.

Because he understood!

“Three meters… it’s not impossible to explore!”

He slowly took a step forward, casually taking a step in front of him!

«Buzz…»

When this step was taken, the distorted boundary in front of him moved forward a little, and the boundary behind him contracted a little.

«Sure enough! If the range is limited, as long as I move around, won’t the corresponding ‘field of vision’ be illuminated?»

I'm really a genius!

So he wandered around on the first floor of the clock tower, and this not-so-large area was quickly "scanned" into his heart.

It's just that this kind of construction doesn't seem to have any extra clues other than the initial imprinting.

The only progress is that under the blessing of "Vision Insight", he clearly saw the flow of extraordinary power in the storm. Of course, this observation is not as good as not observing.

Because now his field of vision is full of “oil stains”.

When oil flows onto the surface of the water, it reflects colorful colors under the light, and the current storm is like a storm of oil stains, with all kinds of colors mixed with gray mist, forming a huge storm.

When the water mist touched his body, all the oil stains immediately adhered to his skin and began to penetrate into the subcutaneous tissue.

This is the pollution from the rain, but a strange scene immediately appeared. When the oil stains began to penetrate Lin Yi's skin, his muscles and tissues triggered some "mechanisms" that even he himself could not understand, as if he was eating and drinking.

His muscles and tissues seemed to have turned into a sophisticated centrifugal separation device. When the oil stains penetrated, they directly separated the colors, turning into strands of extraordinary power of various colors, and the auras belonging to the three colors of gold, blue, and green were all absorbed and devoured by his muscles and tissues, and the rest was discharged from his body like a stream flowing through a canal into a river...

«Huh, what’s going on…?»

He doesn't understand, but this does not affect the beneficial part of the water mist being absorbed by him.

However, even so, he didn't feel his body getting stronger. On the contrary, he felt a little weak, as if these extraordinary powers, after being absorbed by him, had been filling the void in his body.

«Could it be that those absorbed by Lao Mo haven’t recovered yet?»

«Shouldn't be?»

Lin Yi couldn't be sure.

Because when Lao Mo charged him before, he was so hungry that he almost lost his mind, and he kept eating wildly. When he came back to his senses, almost half an hour had passed, and he didn't seem to be full at that time.

If that's the case, it's understandable that he's still a little hungry now.

But he has another suspicion...

That is, wouldn't all of these extraordinary powers absorbed by him now be "diverted"?

Just like Maozi absorbed the green aura in the art classroom and then diverted it to them, is the part he is absorbing now also being diverted to Young Master Tian, Wei Sang, Kuai Kuai, and... Maozi?

Or to put it another way, are they helping him share the pollution?

Just as he was thinking, he came to a wall of the clock tower.

The grid lines slowly pushed over and quickly covered the wall.

The mysterious symbols on the wall, which were between cuneiform and hieroglyphs, began to be perceived by him little by little, and as he continued to perceive, some ancient murmurs began to sound in his ears. These low voices seemed to have some kind of magic, making people unable to help but think of the priests who sacrificed to heaven and earth on the top of the sacred mountain in ancient times, or the masters of some indescribable ancient Taoist traditions giving lectures on futons...

[…Gr…]

[…jager…slutt…]

[…lySet…]

[…Avveie…]

[…fant…omer…]

These sounds were sometimes near and sometimes far, majestic but without malice, but the duration of each sound was extremely short. If the shouts mixed in the storm of pain were like one person after another chanting their own odes passing by him, then each syllable here was like this priest riding a ghost fire motorcycle and blasting past him...