There is One New Rule Every Month Globally-Chapter 472 - 342: "What the hell kind of karma is this!"_2

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No matter how much health you have, you can't block this kind of true damage!

Despite his many Stellar Rank titles and A-rank props, he was powerless against this kind of situation.

He suddenly remembered a prop he had obtained long ago.

"Prop Name": Gecko Severing Arm.

"Prop Rank": E-rank.

"Prop Effect": Once activated, the user can instantly cause any one of their body organs to break off and separate, allowing them to escape from danger immediately.

"Prop Introduction": "Hesitate not at the decisive moment, or chaos will follow!"

It was a prop he had gotten quite a while back during an event on Blue Star. Sadly, he thought it wasn't very useful at the time and gave it to Tuberculosis Rabbit for his collection—after all, his bag couldn't hold that many props.

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If only he had kept that prop, it would be coming in handy right about now.

He himself had severed it, leaving it in Xu Yue's body.

To die rather than submit.

That would at least be dignified.

He could be called a true man of iron.

Just as Chen Yi tightly closed his eyes, tears of humiliation hanging in the corner of them, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

Xu Yue, sitting atop Chen Yi, slightly opened her eyes with a trace of dissatisfaction: "Could you not constantly think about such strange things in your head?"

"Then stop f*cking listening to them!"

Chen Yi said angrily.

"This prop of mine is passive, I can't control it to not listen."

"Well, I can't control myself to not think, either!"

"Heh."

Xu Yue sneered, tossed her hair back, and sat atop Chen Yi, leaning backward with both hands tightly gripping the sheets, a victorious smirk in her eyes.

...

Three hours later.

Chen Yi sat on the edge of the bed with a deathly pale face, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket to his mouth, rubbing his temples with a headache. After a long time, he finally exhaled a puff of smoke and couldn't help but curse.

"What the f*ck is all this crap!"

"Where the hell are my 20 Zenith Radiance?"

"Was it a free ride?"

"Damn, what am I, a charity?"

Meanwhile, in the bed, Xu Yue lay there, her face slightly pale as if in peaceful slumber, her hands spread across her chest, the very picture of tranquility.

Her eyelashes didn't move; her body didn't move.

Like a damned turtle, she stayed motionless.

"Shouldn't you, as the queen of the White Phoenix Clan, have deep resources? A lot of wealth? In this situation, you don't even have a prop to increase health? At the very least, there should be a defensive prop that activates automatically when you're close to death, right?"

The more Chen Yi thought about it, the angrier he got. Originally, he had thought he would simply come over to kill some bugs and then happily collect some Zenith Radiance and go back.

He thought it was going to be an easy job.

Who knew there'd be so much trouble.

Now, look what happened. An hour ago, Xu Yue probably thought he was getting into it, so she released the chains and set him free.

And he had already been holding back a stomach full of anger; he just turned over and took charge without a second thought.

Many details were then forgotten in the process.

Like his Fatal Strike title.

When he didn't move, this title wouldn't trigger, but once he made a move, it counted as an attack.

So... quite unfortunately, the Fatal Strike title was triggered.

Critical hit.

Xu Yue died on the spot.

After all, anyone who has studied probability knows that even the smallest chances can be inevitable events over enough occurrences and given enough time.

Moreover, the probability of a Fatal Strike's penalty trigger wasn't low.

The end result was that the queen of the White Phoenix Clan now lay peacefully dead on the bed.

For some reason, the current scene suddenly reminded him of a saying from a predecessor.

I came, I conquered, I destroyed.

"Sigh!"

Chen Yi rubbed his temples once more, exhaled another mouthful of smoke, and began to ponder how to handle the situation. First, he needed to figure out a way to bring Xu Yue back from hell, but if he remembered correctly...

Tuberculosis Rabbit had mentioned that White Phoenix Clan players, once they fell into hell, would lose all their memories, essentially being completely dead.

Interesting.

But the problem was how he would even get to the hell of the White Phoenix Clan; players weren't able to travel to the hell of players from other alien races.

Just like how players from alien races absolutely couldn't step into the hell of the Blue Star Race.

Unless...

"Unless it's done through an NPC."

He remembered, during the invasion of Blue Star by the Five Clans in the Number 3 Star System's Twofold Planet, Neutron Star, a player named Li Peiqi who went to Blue Star Hell as an NPC had told him about the Black Dragon Guild or something, who informed the Five Clans about gaining a multiple-power increase by killing Jiaye.

He hadn't paid much attention to that before.

Maybe he could trouble this Li Peiqi player?

After all, Li Peiqi once told him that she was the only one who had the privilege to choose freely which planet's hell to serve as an NPC?

Other players who wanted to become NPC in hell were assigned randomly?

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Yi still started scrolling through his friends list, searching for Li Peiqi. He remembered that they had become friends after that incident.

...

"Ah."

Li Peiqi opened her eyes groggily and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall at the foot of the bed.

It was a little past four in the morning.

After a brief pause, she took a deep breath, not minding her recurring insomnia, before pulling out the A-rank prop "Last Words" from her chest and looked at it seriously.

It had been a long time since she had heard the name Chen Yi.

Ever since Chen Yi killed a staggering 50 billion players in the Annihilation Starfield, she hadn't heard his name again.

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