Chapter 22: Rules of Strange Stories Scroll "Let's add some auxiliary props, I...
"Oh, about that..." Lucifer narrowed his eyes, a hint of intrigue etched in his warm smile. "On a large-scale mission like this, accidental injuries to non-target humans are inevitable. But—I still strongly suggest everyone exercise due caution and avoid accidental injuries as much as possible. After all, if we go too far, it can't be called 'accidental injuries' anymore, and I'll have a hard time explaining it to Satan. We're all under Satan's rule, so why bother with this kind of trouble?"
Everyone looked at each other and understood what Lucifer meant.
"While accidental injury to non-target humans is unavoidable, we strongly recommend that everyone exercise due caution."
——If you really can't grasp it, there's nothing you can do about it.
"We are all under Satan's rule, so why bother with this kind of trouble?"
——There is no need to worry if you are not under Satan’s jurisdiction.
According to the information, the Tumba family gathering would begin in seven days, and most participants would arrive a day in advance. Considering the large number of targets and the large scale of the gathering, Lucifer announced an early departure for Lighthouse Country the following morning. This meant that the students participating in the mission would begin their preparations tonight—including packing their luggage and selecting props from Professor Mammon.
So after leaving the principal's office, the students basically split into two groups, one group planned to go to Mammon first, and the other group wanted to pack their luggage first.
Si Ling wasn't particularly interested in the props, but Ah Zhu wanted to go, so the three of them headed towards the Hell Technology R&D Department. As they walked through the long, dark castle corridor, someone called out from behind, "Sling!"
"Sling!"
...This pronunciation is too different from Chinese. Si Ling realized that the other party was calling him when he called it for the third time. He stopped and turned around to look back.
Hyun Chi and Ah Zhu also looked over. It was Alice running over. When she left the music box, she was an eight or nine-year-old girl, wearing a pristine white ballet dress and a pair of pigtails.
She caught up to Si Ling and stopped, spreading her palms. She handed the two soybean-sized round pills in her hands to Si Ling and Xuan Chi respectively: "Jeffrey said he was very sorry and he meant no harm."
Si Ling picked up the small round pill and could easily tell it was a cultivation pill. Hearing Alice's words again, he couldn't help but chuckle.
Alice subconsciously looked back, and Si Ling and Xuan Chi also looked over and saw that at the fork in the corridor not far away, Jeffrey's head, which had been sticking out, suddenly retracted.
Si Ling felt playful. In fact, from some perspectives, she could understand Jeffrey's subconscious hostility - he was a citizen of the Lighthouse Country, and died in a school shooting five or six years ago. Although the main reason for his lingering ghost was that he died in vain, at that point in time, the relationship between the Lighthouse Country and the Porcelain Country was not very good.
Xuan Chi looked at the pill and laughed, "How many years has he been cultivating?"
——To be honest, Jeffrey had only practiced for five years. Even if the resentment from his unjust death was strong, it could only be converted into a few decades at most.
Xuan Chi felt that there was no need to apologize so profusely, and reached out to return the pill: "Tell him..."
Si Ling pressed his hand down and smiled at Alice, "We accept his apology. But he'd better understand that if it weren't for the fact that we're classmates, we would have dealt with him long ago."
"Okay!" Alice breathed a sigh of relief for Jeffrey, waved her hand and said "See you tomorrow" to them, then ran to tell Jeffrey the message.
Xuan Chi glanced at Si Ling and pinched the pill playfully: "How much cultivation is this? One year? Three years? What use is it to us?"
"It's useless." Si Ling turned around and continued walking towards the Hell Technology R&D Department. "But people always have to pay the price for their actions. This is what he deserves. I don't need to be generous to him."
After she finished speaking, she handed the pill in her hand to Ah Zhui: "Eat it, and use your cultivation on the blade."
Seeing this, Xuan Chi also handed over his own. Ah Zhui: “???”
“!!!”
It feels so good to be protected by a big boss!!!
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Hell Technology R&D Department.
Before Lucifer and the students met, Mammon had already been briefed on the mission. Such a large-scale operation was rare, even for him, so he carefully assembled some props. As the students entered the R&D department, they saw a large, square table near the door already filled with items. Mammon, still sporting his eerie, red-eyed, crow-like head, stood behind the table, raised his right hand, and greeted everyone, his right wing folding twice. "Hello everyone, come and take a look. I've got something special to show you this time."
Elizabeth, who was the first to enter, smiled and said, "To be able to get Professor Mammon, who is so stingy, to come up with something good...it seems we must take this operation seriously."
"Haha, don't be nervous." Mammon was not ashamed of Elizabeth's ridicule, but proud of it. "The wool comes from the sheep. I will give Lucifer a 'fair' price."
The Porcelain trio also walked in during the conversation. Mammon caught sight of them out of the corner of his eye and then fixed his gaze on Si Ling: "Ms. Si Ling, thank you for coming."
The intermediate students present were somewhat puzzled by this statement, but the advanced students all understood its meaning.
——The last time when Si Ling was choosing props, he didn’t take anything, saying that he had just arrived and wanted to get familiar with the place first, so there was no need to waste props.
But she still came out on top in that mission.
From this we can see... the reason she didn't choose the props last time was more like she didn't like them, and she said that to Mammon purely out of high emotional intelligence.
Si Ling heard the teasing in Mammon's tone and glanced at Xuan Chi with a smile: "I just made an agreement with my compatriots to compete with each other. This time, I really need your props to help me."
"Great, just choose!" Mammon said cheerfully, "With your strength, I'm sure you won't waste items, and I can make money. This is a perfect win-win situation."
"The world where only Principal Lucifer is injured has been achieved." A Zhui whispered with a smile.
More students walked in as they were teasing, and then there was no one around for a while.
Mammon cleared his throat and held up a scroll in front of him. "A scroll of strange talk rules. Each scroll can start a separate strange talk, with up to thirty rules. It's suitable for large-scale missions with a large number of people."
"...Strange rules?" The students looked at each other in confusion.
A Siamese Kumantong from the intermediate class asked curiously, "Is this the kind of weird rules you see in infinite flow novels? Then we're... uh, a source of pollution?!"
"Almost. Perhaps we could call them NPCs," Mammon said with a smile. "You can freely design the rules, and then use your magic to taint a few of them. When the target violates the rules or is misled by the tainted rules, you can come forward to scare them or taint them. Either method will definitely work."
"But it's important to note—" Mammon raised his voice, "When the Rule Tales are activated, those who use the props will also be bound by the rules and can only operate within the rules. If the target does not violate the rules, you can't do anything to them."
Elizabeth muttered, "Isn't this too uncontrollable?"
"Believe me, I've tried hard to make a breakthrough." The wings behind Mammon shrugged, "But there are always some causes and conditions that even my magic power cannot break. So, you can consider whether to use it or not."
The students discussed in whispers, and many of them were eager to try out the new props, but the constraints of cause and effect made them feel hesitant.
Mammon put down the scroll and picked up the next item: "Blessed Cross."
A few centimeters of silver cross is hung with a thin chain of the same silver, which looks like a necklace.
Mammon said, "This is a cross blessed by God. I spent a lot of money to get it from Archangel Michael when I was a visitor to Heaven. Your target this time is a monk who is familiar with magic. I sincerely suggest that you each get one as a talisman."
Just from the ups and downs of his tone, Si Ling could guess that he would definitely ask Lucifer for a sky-high price for this thing.
The vampires in the crowd all avoided his gaze without exception. Aymeric coughed stiffly, "I don't have to..."
Vampires are afraid of both crosses and silver objects. In his opinion, the silver cross in Mammon's hand is much more terrifying than Eastern witchcraft.
"Oh, right, I forgot to mention that." Suddenly realizing he had forgotten the main point, he immediately put down the cross and pulled the small wooden box in the middle of the table towards him. "The Rules of Ghost Stories scrolls and the corresponding props can be used to gather some monsters to help you complete the attack and pollution."
After saying this, he spread his arms and wings, as if welcoming everyone to shop. "Okay, now pick out what you need. You can also choose other props you're familiar with. As usual, two items are free, and I'll ask Lucifer to reimburse the extra two items."
Following these words, the students gathered around the table moved hesitantly, considering the pros and cons of the new props while walking towards the tall shelves not far away to pick out other things.
Xuan Chi came here purely to follow Si Ling, and Si Ling came here to accompany A Zhu. So Xuan Chi looked at A Zhu, waiting for her to choose.
Ah Zhui whispered to Si Ling, "Do you have a way to buy some talismans from Fengdu?"
She felt that since the target was the evil monk, an oriental spell would be much more effective than a silver cross.
"I'll ask for you later." Si Ling paused for a moment and took two steps forward. "Professor Mammon, I want to use the Rules of Strange Talk Scroll."
"?" Ah Zhu was greatly surprised, and Mammon was also stunned for a moment.
"Okay...here you go." Mammon handed her two scrolls.
Si Ling took them, thought for a moment, then turned to ask Xuan Chi and A Zhui, "If you don't choose enough items, can you give me the extra ones?"
Ah Zhui immediately said, "All of them are for you."
She was obsessed with the talisman of her motherland.
Xuan Chi pondered for a moment, then quickly nodded, "I won't choose either. I'm not familiar with the mission, so it's better not to waste items."
Mammon opened his crow's beak, wanting to complain that these Eastern ghosts had no new words, but Xuan Chi actually did not have the same intention as Si Ling did last time.
...He just didn't understand what they were saying.
Having been imprisoned for thousands of years and only released for a few days, the online novels that are booming in the motherland are completely unfamiliar knowledge to him.
He was completely confused by what "infinite flow" and "strange rules" meant.
Si Ling smiled comfortably, turned his head and stretched out his hand to Mammon: "Four more."
“…” Mammon felt a little painful when he saw the valuable props being taken away by the students using the mechanism.
He immediately went on to offer a further sales pitch: "Pair it with some auxiliary props. I guarantee the effect of 1+1>2 will be achieved."
Si Ling smiled politely: "Thank you, Professor, it's not necessary."
She still felt that the monsters in Western horror stories that caused direct visual stimulation were far less useful than her little paper figures.
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