Early in the morning, Yin Zhu washed and tidied herself up before arriving at the conference hall.

The seven-day period has ended, and the instance is about to reopen. All members of the think tank are already waiting in the room.

"Did you sleep well?"

Li Ge, with her hair in a neat ponytail and wearing a white uniform, greeted Yin Zhu, who had just entered, gently.

"It's alright." Yin Zhu nodded politely to her and quickly went to the front of the entire conference hall, where there were seats for herself and An Zhi—although she spent most of her time in the dungeon and didn't need them at all, so only An Zhi sat in that big space.

An Zhi patted her on the shoulder: "Ready?"

"Hmm." Yin Zhu even yawned.

An Zhi suddenly slapped her on the shoulder, raising his voice considerably: "The dungeons will get harder and harder. Don't rely entirely on your talent. Use your brain and think more. Don't forget what you told us yesterday."

Yin Zhu nodded, understanding the meaning behind An Zhi's words.

Yesterday, she still didn't go out to play. Instead, she shamelessly sat in the conference room, playing on her phone while listening in.

One reason is that she's been overtrained these past few days; Yin Zhu just wants to lie down and has absolutely no desire to go outside. Even Yin Zhu herself feels like a husky that loves to destroy things; after being dragged out for eight hundred laps a day, she has no energy left to destroy things and is so tired that she lies on the floor panting heavily.

"Don't forget the self-defense techniques I taught you. If you really can't remember them, just use your instincts."

Before Yin Zhu was teleported away, Xia Qingkong quickly gave her a few words of advice. However, since the training period was only one month, and all the chosen ones from various countries had already emerged, Xia Qingkong did not expect Yin Zhu to become proficient in just one month.

Even the legendary martial arts genius, without sufficient foundation and proficiency, might not be able to defeat a seasoned veteran.

Yin Zhu's vision blurred, and the next second she found herself in a dilapidated house.

This feeling...

It's somewhat similar to when Lu Youqi teleported him. No wonder he stole the unspeakable power.

The impression of Sin City flashed through Yin Zhu's mind. She focused her attention and began to listen to the dungeon information provided by the system:

Welcome back to the world of Rules of the Strange, esteemed Chosen One.

To survive in this world, remain rational and calm, and carefully read the rules. If your violation results in contamination or death, your country will lose one challenge opportunity. If all five opportunities are failed, a ghost story will descend upon your country, reuniting you with your family.

Your every move after entering the instance will be broadcast live globally. Please be mindful of your behavior in front of the camera.

In this instance, you will encounter four Chosen Ones from the same planet. Whether you cooperate with them to clear the instance, or choose to climb over their corpses to secure your own victory, is entirely up to you.

[May you find a way to complete the dungeon "Cyber ​​Myth," or you will be a part of this world forever.]

[Note: This is a multiplayer instance. If the chosen one fails, the next person will inherit the current progress. Please be careful to avoid dead ends.]

This time, Yin Zhu noticed two additional items in the report.

First of all, this rule-based mystery dungeon is called "Cyber ​​Mythology"... These are two completely unrelated things, aren't they?

【Cyber】 is generally short for “cyberpunk”. The word itself is a transliteration of a Western continent language. The first part refers to “cybernetics” and the second part refers to “rebellious spirit”. However, Yin Zhu’s knowledge of this word is mostly from games of this genre.

In my memory, all cyberpunk games always carry a distinct dystopian attribute, where capital rules and controls the world, and while there is a spirit of resistance under oppression, there is also an indescribable sense of powerlessness.

For example, Yin Zhuming knew the horrors of capital, yet she still spent money to buy a cyber game sold by capital.

If she hadn't been forced into training, she could have completed the game and gotten a refund within two hours, thus avoiding being controlled by capital. Yin Zhu thought shamelessly.

As for the "myth," it's easy to understand.

But associating it with "cyberpunk" just feels weird.

Mythology has a system of gods, while cyberpunk is about corporations controlling society. Wouldn't these two clash? Surely the corporations can't just bribe the gods with enough money, right?

Anyone who actually takes money is usually a scammer, not a deity.

Unable to figure it out for the time being, Yin Zhu felt her brain was a bit overloaded. She quickly remembered another difference in the system's voice.

"This instance... is a multiplayer instance? The think tank's prediction was right after all," Yin Zhu muttered to herself.

"You guessed right." "There were indeed many people."

Many people in the conference room were in good spirits, and the members of the think tank present were quite satisfied with their preparations. This kind of thing is like predicting the exam questions—if you guess right, you win big.

“It should be [High-Pressure Surveillance], I guessed right.” Su Jinyun put a checkmark on her paper. “The rules of the last instance were too lenient. This time, I’m afraid that the Chosen One’s every word and action will not only be seen in our live stream, but may also be noticed by the monitoring system of that world.”

Should we remind Yin Zhu not to act rashly?

"Are you crazy? She just entered, and there are no clues at all. Don't waste this opportunity. We've been well-prepared; Yin Zhu wouldn't act rashly." Han Jiuying couldn't help but interrupt him.

"By the way, did you guys even see the rules?"

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