There is One New Rule Every Month Globally

Chapter 35 "Obtained the Non-Permanent Title - 'Your Cars Are All Super Weak!

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Yancheng, military headquarters.

A short old man in a coat put down the satellite phone in his hands and looked at the Global Vehicle Leaderboard before him, his expression dazed.

After sitting in the command center and staring blankly for a long time,

he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle to himself.

"I'm too old, in the end, it's still up to the younger generation to take over the world."

Then he picked up a comb from the table and carefully combed what little hair he had left, suddenly breaking into laughter.

"But I must say, it's quite good to have such characters during these chaotic times."

"The human race really is lucky, every time there's chaos, someone stands up."

He had already discussed with those above.

And had reported the opinion of the argumentative old man to them as well.

The answer from above was simple.

Every man for himself, protect the younglings.

It meant that the nation no longer had the ability to protect everyone, advising each city to fend for themselves.

The notion of protecting the younglings meant that if any player rose to prominence within the city, they should not harbor any malcontent toward them.

If possible, try to incorporate them into the military. This wasn't mandatory, but it was essential not to discipline them with military systems.

Instead, form a separate army.

Without any system, whose only rule is to kill monsters to protect the rear.

He had also passed on his compatriots' ideas, which was that national treasures are only considered national treasures when in the hands of the nation!

The response he received about this statement... was also weird.

He sighed lightly and expertly pressed a button under his desk, prompting the camera in the room to play the previously recorded footage in a loop.

He then unbuttoned his shirt, took out a homemade cigar from the breast pocket, lit it, put it in his mouth, crossed his legs, and began to smoke nonchalantly in the chair, devoid of any image.

His doctor had expressly told his personal guard that his health was too frail for smoking.

It made sense, but he didn't listen.

Reclining in the chair, he gazed at the slightly yellowed ceiling through the light blue smoke and suddenly curled a smile on his lips.

"Props can be taken, but luck can't."

That was the response from above.

It also meant that those who could rise at this stage were blessed with the luck to protect the human race. A prop could be taken, but the luck they carried could not.

Opposing this for too long would surely backfire.

"What a pain in the ass... and you guys were the ones who said no to feudal superstitions."

...

While almost all the players were looking up at the Global Vehicle Leaderboard with complex and envious expressions,

Chen Yi and the Tuberculosis Rabbit were already having a blast riding a snowmobile in the skies above Yancheng.

Finally!

Chen Yi brought the snowmobile back to the rooftop of his community, happily jumped off, and clapped his hands as he looked at the still shell-shocked Tuberculosis Rabbit with a smile.

"Not bad, this thing is really fun to ride."

"Hehe."

Tuberculosis Rabbit had already fallen asleep beside him.

As usual, it was mumbling in its dreams.

He could only hear fluent speech, but when he really listened, he realized it was all nonsense.

It was just idle chatter, not a single serious word at all.

He wondered why Tuberculosis Rabbit thought it was giving a speech in its dreams; who would talk about such things in a speech? It sounded more like speed dating.

Meanwhile, he lay in bed, finding a comfortable position, and kept flipping through the Points Store.

Spending his remaining points, little by little, until they were all gone.

Buy, buy, buy!

It must be said, this feeling of shopping was quite pleasant.

They say men don't like shopping, but it's really just that there aren't many things they want on the streets; you haven't seen how focused and delighted men are when they browse through a game's prop shop.

...

Meanwhile,

in the apartment above Chen Yi's,

a young couple sat on their bed, knees hugged to their chests, expressionlessly gazing at two titles poking up from under the bed.

「Yay, I bought a car!」

「Your cars are all super weak!」

"Um..."

After a long while, the young man finally spoke in a sigh, "Is it because there are too many titles, so they came up from the floor below?"

Then he reached out to touch the title, but there was no sensation; his hand went right through it.

"Although it doesn't have any form, it still somehow feels... weird."

"Should we keep going?"

The woman tightened the air conditioning blanket around herself and asked weakly.

"How can we keep going?"

The man shook his head helplessly, "It always feels like we're being watched."

"Is that bad?"

Upon hearing this, the man began to breathe more rapidly, and the next second, he tossed aside the air conditioning blanket and pounced like a hungry tiger!

In the midst of the chaos, a pale and tender hand reached out and began to gently caress that title.

...

Chen Yi, who had already fallen asleep, sat up expressionlessly from the bed.

He lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, staring blankly out the window.

He couldn't see what was happening upstairs, but he could hear it.

He was about to fall asleep; with such a disturbance, who could sleep?

Seeing that things showed no sign of quieting down, Chen Yi silently switched the option that kept the title alight to one that made it flash repeatedly!

This should quiet things down a bit.

The next second—

"Damn, why is the noise even louder now!"

"Are they crazy!"