There is One New Rule Every Month Globally - Chapter 387 - Chapter 387: Chapter 318: "Only Yi should be able to handle this kind of fate." (10,000-word mega chapter)_4

Chapter 387: Chapter 318: “Only Yi should be able to handle this kind of fate.” (10,000-word mega chapter)_4

B-level Skill “Requesting the Mandate of Heaven” activated!

“What exactly is the occupational effect of the Gold Miner, is there a detailed probability table? Like a 1% chance to snag an E-level prop, 2% chance to snag something else? There must be a specific algorithm, it can’t be totally random, right?”

Soon.

After spending 100,000 Points, he got the answer.

“Reply: The Gold Miner’s occupational effect has no underlying algorithm, it is completely random, truly random, not the pseudo-randomness concocted by code. Theoretically, you could even hook an S-level prop, or even an SSS-level prop, directly through the Gold Miner.”

“But there is a certain mechanism in the process of randomly selecting the target to hook.”

“If the item chosen by the Gold Miner is owned, then the hooked item has a certain probability of being currently important to the owner of the item.”

That’s it.

The answer he got was just this.

Completely random, the only piece of information was that there is a chance that the item chosen by the Gold Miner is something the owner currently values.

Regarding this, he was somewhat speechless.

Could it be that those two E-level Air Food Series Props were also important to someone just now? Who would value these things? They hadn’t cared much about this prop during their initial novice period.

Unless someone ran into the desert and was about to starve to death.

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Forget it, no useful information, keep on hooking.

After regaining energy from eating, Chen Yi and Jiaye sat by the beach, chatted, fished, and continued mining.

They were quite busy.

…

In some desert.

A man with a parched mouth and red bloodshot eyes was trudging through the desert under the night sky, endless dunes before him, and slightly shaky footsteps behind him.

Finally–

The man couldn’t help but fall onto the sand.

Licking his dry lips, he looked up at the starry sky, and murmured weakly.

“The bastard who stole my Air Food Prop, you won’t die a good death!!”

“Won’t die a good death!”

But then he paused slightly, licked his lips again, stared at the dense stars above, and wondered, “Is the starry sky in the desert this beautiful?”

He had been so focused on rushing through the past few days that he hadn’t taken the time to carefully observe the night sky above.

Hesitating for a moment, he simply lay down, planning to rest for a while and admire the extreme beauty of the hardship in the desert.

Right now, he only felt thirst and hunger, and he still had some props in his backpack for self-defense, ensuring he wouldn’t die here from hazards like hypothermia in the desert.

…

In the depths of hell.

Ping Ye, with a face full of unwillingness, saw that he had been pulled back into the depths of hell, scanned his surroundings, and after seeing the familiar sights, he roared in pain, “No!!!”

He had already gotten used to life in hell.

But just now, Chen Yi had pulled him out to have a look!

The freedom that had been dormant in his heart suddenly became active again!

He didn’t want to stay here and be a janitor any longer. He wanted to go back. He too had once been a player who enjoyed glory with five bases; he shouldn’t just die in obscurity here!

He wanted to return to the base-upgrade game!

Although he didn’t know how to go back, since Chen Yi could, and even seemed to come and go as he pleased, even pulling him out of hell, albeit for just a few seconds, he must also be able to find a way.

But for now, there were more important things to attend to.

Ping Ye took out a pot from his bosom, took a deep breath, buried his head over the mouth of the pot, and began to vomit forcefully, then he spat out all the chili oil, hotpot base, and ingredients he had just swallowed outside.

A moment later.

Ping Ye sat in front of the spicy hotpot, fanning it slightly with his wand, closed his eyes, and murmured in ecstasy, “The taste of freedom.”

In hell, devouring corpses could earn points, and points could be exchanged for some normal food, like fried chicken, but they were all basic. Luxurious food like hotpot was definitely unavailable.

He didn’t know how long it had been since he had tasted hotpot.

The mere scent of it was enough to give a taste of the air of freedom.

Luckily, he had moved quickly when he was dragged back, bringing some hotpot with him, otherwise, he would have returned empty-handed!

After a moment!

He stood in front of the bubbling hotpot, excited and slightly trembling, holding a pair of chopsticks, and declared.

“I’m starting now!!”

…

Men tend to get emotional when they drink, leading to chattiness.

At least that was the case with Sword Without End.

After a satisfying meal and drink, Sword Without End glanced at Yi, who had finished eating and gone to rest on the beach, and after a moment of silence, he began, “Did I ever tell you some of my past?”

“Ah…”

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Tuberculosis Rabbit was taken aback for a moment, his lips twitching slightly without speaking. How should he put it? He didn’t really want to continue the conversation.

It was like that last time.

Everyone was enjoying a bonfire dinner under the night sky, everything was romantic and leisurely. Just when the atmosphere was at its best, due to his own loose lips, he asked Sword Without End about his family.

Only then did he learn that Sword Without End’s mother had died in childbirth, and his father had worked himself to death on a construction site not long after supporting him through university.

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