There is One New Rule Every Month Globally - Chapter 390 - Chapter 390: Chapter 319: The Void Clan (10,000-Word Mega Chapter)

Chapter 390: Chapter 319: The Void Clan (10,000-Word Mega Chapter)

The night deepened.

All things began to drift into sleep, and after exhaustion, Chen Yi too embraced Jiaye and slowly entered dreamland. Just before losing consciousness, his mind subconsciously sorted through all the things he needed to do tomorrow.

The S-ranked Prop “Longevity as the Southern Mountains” needed to be farmed.

Haven’t cleared the map for the S-ranked Prop Admission Ticket yet.

And…

It was his personal habit to review the workload for the next day in his mind before falling asleep every day.

…

In the neighboring room, Tuberculosis Rabbit, alone and going to bed, lay on his single bed, turned his head to the moonlight shining through the window at the other empty single bed, and inexplicably clicked his tongue.

Then slammed a fist on his own forehead.

The whole person instantly fell straight back onto the bed.

Slipping into the dream world rapidly.

It wasn’t long before he began muttering again.

“Yi came back safely this time. It seems I don’t need to take any hits for him this time; this life’s Yi is a bit stronger,” he murmured.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated on WebNovel.sO

“It’s just that his personality is still the same, as lazy and lackadaisical as ever.”

“It’s strange when you think about it.”

“Yi has been through so many lives, yet every time, he has the same personality.”

“You also saw this life’s world–it’s more complicated than the previous ones, but there are also more fallbacks. Otherwise, Yi wouldn’t even know how many times he would have died.”

“And…”

…

Tuberculosis Rabbit’s dreamscape.

At the edge of a cliff.

Tuberculosis Rabbit was sitting cross-legged at the top of the cliff, with the oppressive sight of thick clouds stretching beyond vision overhead, and the ceaseless howling winds that made his clothes flutter.

Midway up the mountain.

Countless figures sat cross-legged in the shadows, looking eerily like a cult preaching.

Looking closely, the faces of those seated on the mountainside bore an exact resemblance to Tuberculosis Rabbit, as if they were carved from the same mold.

While the normally incessant Tuberculosis Rabbit suddenly stopped talking, stood up emotionlessly, and walked to the edge of the cliff, looking down at the canyon crevice behind him.

Beneath the stormy sky, the canyon crevice before Tuberculosis Rabbit gaped like the maw of a fanged demon, captivating the spirit.

The whooshing sounds made by the fierce winds crossing the crevice were like whispers from a devil, eerie in one’s ear.

Only–

The crevice was filled with bodies.

No one knew how deep the canyon was.

Only that the bodies had piled up to fill the entire crevice, resembling a massive grave.

The manner of death for each corpse was almost unique.

Some had swords through their necks, others had their heads blown apart, some were sliced to pieces, some crushed to pulp, and there were still others who appeared serene in death yet with no clear cause.

There were virtually no identical causes of death.

The clothing on these bodies also differed.

But one thing was the same.

All the corpses had the exact same build, and even their faces were identical.

If Sword Without End and the others were to stand here, they would instantly recognize that all these faces belonged to Yi.

Not similar.

But exactly alike.

As if carved from the same bone, born from the same parents.

“…”

Tuberculosis Rabbit, hands in pockets, stood emotionlessly against the wind at the edge of the cliff, peering down at the crevice filled with Yi’s corpses, silent for a long while, until at last he slowly raised his head to gaze into the distance at a tall mountain some distance away.

He muttered softly.

“Yi, this is our last life.”

“If we fail this time, everything ends.”

“We won’t have another chance to die.”

“Or rather, I only have one more chance to take disaster for you. If we fail this life, next life you will have to start alone, and I won’t be able to accompany you.”

“But this life, it seems there’s more uncertainty, whether it’s a good or bad thing, I can’t tell.”

He thought of Jiaye’s figure in his mind.

This life, Yi had fallen in love.

An unprecedented scenario in numerous past lives, not much related to the Wife-Killing Buff; since the time he and Yi lay on the orphanage wall, Yi fell for Jiaye, the one who would buy him a new punching bag.

Whether it was a good or bad thing, he couldn’t discern.

But at least there was more uncertainty, bringing some new hope–or perhaps different despair.

After a moment.

He fixed his gaze on a man standing at the edge of another cliff not too far from the tall mountain.

In Tuberculosis Rabbit’s dreamscape, besides himself, there was another man.

That man also seemed familiar.

Who else could it be but Sword Without End?

Tuberculosis Rabbit, with calm demeanor and hands in pockets, looked towards the man standing at the edge of the other cliff, speaking softly.

“This is also your last life.”

“If you survive this one, you too should meet your end.”

Sword Without End was of the same kind as them; this life was also Sword Without End’s last.

Every life.

Sword Without End would experience a series of extremely tragic events in the human world, as losing all his beloved ones in this life was just usual business, gradually destroying what was left of his sanity.

Read latest Chapters at WebNovel Only

Perhaps Sword Without End should feel guilty; if he hadn’t fallen for that girl in high school, she probably would never have died in an accident. That girl’s true cause of death wasn’t the so-called Paraquat.

But Sword Without End’s affection.

He shouldn’t have liked anyone. Anyone he liked wouldn’t live for long.

Sometimes Sword Without End survived it.

Vote