Fu Guan broke the elbow when he hit him, and handed him a slip of paper.

[How did you initially convince the world boss to work for you?]

Sheh seemed approachable in this instance, but now that she's throwing a tantrum at Ye Zhan, he remembers that she's a humanoid prop capable of fighting the Fallen World boss alone.

The same goes for those players; they can petrify at will, without even considering the issue of passing the level. They never give others a friendly look; a blank expression is considered friendly. They only speak to those in a timely manner, and rarely speak to others unless necessary.

The air was thick with low pressure, and he felt a little short of breath.

How did Shi Jinzhe manage to get Shi Jinzhe to protect such a dangerous world boss?

Linlang had told him what Ye Zhan had done in the slander dungeon, and Fu Guan had no doubt that Shehe had been able to tolerate Ye Zhan for so long entirely because Shi Jinzhe needed to clear the dungeon.

[Teach him a lesson.] Let him learn; what if he has the opportunity to do so someday?

Shi Jinzhe: [You're overthinking it.]

Sheh was kind to everyone in the territory, not only him, but also his mother. She was able to stay calm and clear the game because she was willing to search for clues about Bai Weishuang in the dungeon with him.

Bai Weishuang was the only person who could make Shekh cry, and she was also very important to her.

He always felt that the day they found their mother would be the day he truly understood Sheikh's past.

Fu Guan was quite disappointed and teased, "Did you use your beauty?"

Shi Jinzhe chuckled, his deception plastered on his face, and wrote down: [Used by Boss Zhipin.]

He faced the big boss head-on at a life-or-death moment, but ended up being cheered up by Sheikh, and that's how he got noticed.

"..." Fu Guan stubbed out his cigarette. This guy is so cold.

Don't think he hasn't read the forums. It's no secret that Shi Jinzhe was a super-rich man in his original world. He thinks these two are pretty boss-like. He's destined to never learn how to play the role of a boss.

On the other side, Shekh regained control. "Just this once. Go back."

Shi Jinzhe followed her to remove the gene control, grabbed a handful of grass from the grave, and walked back.

He hadn't forgotten about seeing the inscriptions, so he took a detour to look at them. The latest date on the dozens of inscribed stone tablets was 1936, and the earliest was just over a hundred years ago. As for the other stone tablets, they were almost completely corroded and could not be read.

The others, including Qian Chang, gathered more herbs. No one inquired about his whereabouts. With high-level players involved, they couldn't offer much help and could only wait for the consequences.

In the lush mountain forest, Qian Chang ran wildly in terror.

His mind was clear, but his legs acted against his instincts, chasing after a white phantom he didn't want to see at all.

With each breath, a cool breeze rushed into my lungs, and it felt as if a thousand-pound boulder was pressing down on me; the more I ran, the heavier my body became.

He didn't know how long he had been running, but a metallic, sweet taste came from his throat. He was exhausted and didn't want to run anymore.

Sweat soaked through his clothes, and the yellow talisman hanging around Qian Chang's neck burned his chest red, almost reaching his heart. His eyelids grew heavy, and he finally couldn't bear it any longer. His back bent, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

The cold, damp wooden planks rustled and flipped, and Qian Chang's vision went black. He struggled to get up, then suddenly realized something was wrong.

He fell face down, but now he was lying face up. With his arms outstretched, the narrow, dark space hindered his movements. Qian Chang realized that he was trapped in a coffin.

His trembling hand reached down to his body, but he didn't find any broken bones. Qian Chang comforted himself, "Thank goodness..."

Knock knock.

Qian Chang remained frozen in the raised arm position.

The wooden planks vibrated, and the knocking sound came from beneath him.

Qian Chang felt several vibrations in his back and dared not breathe.

Sizzle—

The sound of long fingernails scraping against the wooden board reached his ears; the force of the scraping seemed to penetrate the board and could snag his clothes at any moment.

Qian Chang couldn't see anything and only dared to suppress his rapid breathing.

He felt a tightness in his chest, and his breath caught in his throat. He felt an increasing urge to cough, and as soon as the thought crossed his mind, his throat began to itch uncontrollably. The urge to cough up phlegm made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The more the physiological reaction is suppressed, the greater the rebound. Qian Chang couldn't control himself and coughed. The wooden board beneath him was instantly scratched by the force of the scratches. Qian Chang threw all the yellow talismans he had on him and kicked the coffin board hard.

The heavy wooden planks didn't budge an inch. Qian Chang cursed inwardly. His skill was called "Light as a Swallow," and judging from the name, he didn't have much strength. He couldn't possibly kick open this broken coffin.

The strenuous exercise rapidly depleted his oxygen supply, and Qian Chang cried out to the system: "I request to use my chance to modify the plot!!! Let me escape safely and successfully complete the game!"

This amendment request was not approved.

"???"

Qian Chang was dumbfounded, "Then get everything down there away from me immediately!"

This amendment request was not approved.

"Still not enough?" Qian Chang was so anxious that he could barely speak. The trembling beneath him intensified, and the thing was about to pierce through the wooden board.

"Let something else distract the ghosts below!"

This amendment request was not approved.

"Thicken the wooden planks to buy time!"

This amendment request was not approved.

"You son of a bitch..." Qian Chang's clothes were snagged by something sharp on the back, and a chill immediately rushed up to the back of his neck.

Nothing works. What kind of lousy modification is this? It's completely unreliable. He might as well not be distracted and just kick as hard as he can...

Suddenly struck by a flash of inspiration, Qian Chang shouted, "My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven!"

[Player Qian Chang successfully modified the storyline.]

An extreme will to survive gave Qian Chang an irresistible force, and he kicked the nailed coffin lid away, leaping ashore.

At the same time, a pair of skeletal hands pierced through the wooden board he had just been lying on, only to grasp at empty air.

Qian Chang glanced at it, spotted a small piece of yellowish-brown cloth, activated his skill, and ran away.

He understood. He realized that plot modifications cannot directly alter the plot or affect the occurrence of the original events, but appropriate changes can be made based on the character's personality.

He was a reckless and extraordinary young man, and it was perfectly reasonable for him to shout "My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens" at the critical moment of life and death.

The skeletons crawling out from below relentlessly pursued him on all fours. The broken coffin hole was like a magical gate to another world, from which skeletons crawled out one after another, chasing Qian Chang like mad dogs.

Qian Chang cursed as he ran. If he didn't have any skills, he wouldn't have been able to run three meters before he was devoured alive.

The vast forest was disorienting. Qian Chang glanced at a crooked old tree and felt a chill run down his spine.

This tree...

He just saw it!

The bushes swayed, and two skeletons suddenly jumped out. To avoid them, Qian Chang braked suddenly and fell into the thorn bushes, getting cut all over his body.

The bloodlust ignited the killing intent of the rotting skeletons. Qian Chang got up, grabbed a thorny branch and swung it, but there were too many skeletons surrounding him. After being injured, he had a hard time dodging.

A skeleton tried to grab Qian Chang's arm, but he threw several corn bombs, which caused no damage. The skeleton was unharmed and was instead enraged.

Several more popcorn bombs with upgraded explosive power were thrown out. Qian Chang ate the candy in the smoke, which accelerated him a second time, and he was about to fly away.

Amidst the white smoke, his pupils suddenly dilated, and a sharp pain shot through his shoulder.

"This is still no use?"

The skeletal corpses swarmed forward, but in the nick of time, a "person" dressed in blue robes fell down and pulled him up a tree trunk.