The moment Cheng Zhu stumbled into the communal kitchen, he knew something was wrong.
[10. If you see this rule, please leave the kitchen immediately, even if there is nothing unusual in the kitchen. This rule takes precedence over all other public kitchen rules.]
She saw the rule and should have left the kitchen immediately.
The rules also assume the best-case scenario, that is, there are no abnormalities in the communal kitchen, but now, in Cheng Zhu's eyes, the abnormalities here are almost overflowing.
Each of the newly added rules has a corresponding counterpart in reality.
In an instant, Cheng Zhu felt a surge of rage towards the man who had pushed him into the communal kitchen, and he felt an urge to kill him.
She looked at that person abruptly, and her anger vanished instantly.
Often, what keeps people rational and in accordance with the rules is not a sense of morality or reverence for life, nor is it something as trivial as love or hormones, but simply fear and worry about their own safety.
When Cheng Zhu looked over, he saw a semi-transparent figure blocking the way between the two people.
Although Ya maintained her usual expression, her data would occasionally become misaligned and garbled, and the colors would suddenly reverse at certain moments, making it appear very chaotic. Combined with her seemingly normal smile, it gave off an eerie feeling.
Now is not the time to settle scores; we need to get out of here first. The anger from before was instantly replaced by a survival instinct; even the most oblivious person would realize the dangers of a communal kitchen.
However, the man who pushed her in was one step ahead of Cheng Zhu.
He looked to be just an adult, but compared to Christine's fairly well-proportioned figure, he had a morbid obesity. Upon seeing everything inside the communal kitchen, he immediately took a step back: "More rules? This is like hell opening the gates—it's unbelievable!"
Before Cheng Zhu could say anything, the fat man suddenly turned and ran, but crashed directly into a wall. He was dizzy and his nose bled, making his already flat face seem even flatter.
Cheng Zhu then realized that the door through which the two had entered had disappeared at some point.
"Christine, why didn't you come in when you were at the door?"
An had already walked up to Chengzhu. Although everything seemed normal, the rule made Chengzhu scare himself, feeling that she was about to undergo the same mutation as Ya.
An handed the steak to Cheng Zhu, behaving as casually as yesterday: "I just figured out a new way to cook it, would you like to try it?"
Cheng Zhu quickly turned his head and glanced at the rules.
[9. When Rule 9 applies in the kitchen, please do not make any panna cotta. If you see anyone making or eating panna cotta in the communal kitchen at this time, please do not make any noise, do not interact with them, and do not accept any panna cotta from them.]
The meat provided by An is not milk jelly; you can communicate with them, but you cannot eat them.
After organizing his thoughts, Chengzhu politely declined An's offer: "No need, I just finished eating and was about to leave..."
"Crack." That was the sound of something breaking.
"Bang!"
With the second loud bang, Cheng Zhu subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound and saw the white-skinned man pull his fist out of the fat man's body and throw another punch.
"Bang!"
The fat man's body seemed to melt like milk jelly, and he punched through it without any resistance. Countless pieces of flesh flew up, but not a single drop of blood flowed out from head to toe.
It seems the fat man has turned into a milk jelly.
Cheng Zhu lowered his head.
At the fat man's feet was a plate of broken tableware, and the milk pudding inside seemed to be only half left.
Will the milk jelly melt after eating it?
All of this happened so suddenly that Cheng Zhu hadn't even thought about how to deal with the trouble. She had already used her talent before leaving home, so it was completely useless now. Even if she hadn't used it, it wasn't like the talents of some chosen ones, which could predict or rewind time to give themselves more opportunities.
But something is better than nothing.
Cheng Zhu remembered that when higher-dimensional beings descended, the surrounding magnetic field would change, which might actually help him face the current troubles.
But there's no time to dwell on it now.
The dark-skinned chef walked up to Cheng Zhu, smiling to reveal two rows of white teeth: "I'm the new chef here. What would you like to eat?"
Cheng Zhu did not answer him.
5. There is no chef in the communal kitchen.
6. If you see someone claiming to be a chef in a communal kitchen, ignore everything they say and do not eat any meat provided by the kitchen equipment that day.
Milk jelly and meat are the two most dangerous things; you shouldn't even communicate with them.
However, Cheng Zhu's disregard only enraged the chef. So, she raised a kitchen knife she had somehow acquired, slowly lifting it to exert enough pressure on the female student in front of her, before a bloodthirsty smile appeared on her lips, and the knife fell with a whoosh.
Am I going to waste my first life in the kitchen?
Cheng Zhu did not dodge, but looked at the ground with a mixture of helplessness and relief, feeling a mix of emotions.
The reason for my frustration is that I wasted my chance so carelessly and got tricked by that native who had already been beaten to a pulp; the reason for my relief is that I have five chances to revive, so even if there is no way to escape, I can still leave this public kitchen indirectly.
A kitchen knife suddenly cleaved Ann's head down to her neck, but something bizarre happened: Ann didn't seem to realize anything was wrong with her.
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