Rules-related weird stories: 4016

“Stop doubting it.” Mu Daxian quickly said, “This thing was overwritten by you. If you doubt it, it will weaken and then disappear.”

Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang's shoulder: “Let's dry your clothes first… You seem to have a lot of questions, and I can slowly explain them to you.”

“Okay, sure.” Mao Feiyang nodded earnestly.

Mu Daxian looked at Mao Feiyang and thought, although this little Mao is a bit of a jerk, he really has spirituality. At critical moments, his extraordinary performance is as outrageous as his ancestors possessing him.

Mao Feiyang repeatedly circled in this limited dead end, marveling at the walls that could maintain brightness and warmth without any light.

“Brother Xian, you are the real art teacher…” Mao Feiyang sighed, ultimately attributing the credit to Mu Daxian.

This kind of crash course skill is really no less than Master Kaydo's one-click combo.

Mu Daxian shook his head slightly: “If you have fire in your heart, you can see the light.”

Mao Feiyang couldn't help but gasp: “Brother Xian, you're not into metaphysics, are you? I heard that whether you're into art or science, you'll eventually end up in metaphysics…”

Mu Daxian glanced at him: “Painting is a bond that allows us to immaturely use our own extraordinary powers.”

“It will amplify certain desires deep in your heart, allowing you to guide and release them in your own way.”

“This light and warmth, don't you find it a little familiar?”

Mao Feiyang was slightly stunned when he heard this. After pondering for a while, his pupils gradually dilated: “Brother Xian, are you saying… streetlights?!”

The current dead end is like a space illuminated by streetlights. Both the light and heat are exactly the same as when illuminated by streetlights. The only different and strange thing is—there are no streetlights here!

There were no streetlights here originally, and he is the streetlight.

Mu Daxian said: “Painting is not creating something out of nothing, and we are not magic paintbrushes… We are just porters of extraordinary power, re-constructors of artistic symbols, nothing more.”

“I understand every word you say, but why don't I understand anything when you put them together?” Mao Feiyang said blankly, “Anyway, no matter what, I'm just acting as a streetlight, right?”

“Pretty much.”

“I'm not going to turn into a streetlight directly, am I?” Mao Feiyang suddenly panicked, remembering that the light bulb was still glowing after Mu Daxian took it out of the streetlight cover. Could it be that the streetlight poles are directly filled with contaminators?

He thought of the life-staking methods in the Luban Book and suddenly felt a chill.

“What are you thinking about? No, you won't.” Mu Daxian was also speechless. Mao Feiyang's thinking was really jumpy.

“Okay…” Mao Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief.

A kind of atmosphere of cooking wine around the stove began to appear in the dead end.

Before long, Mu Daxian began to take off his clothes. He first hung his coat and pants on the drawing board to “bake by the fire,” leaving only a pair of small underwear to cover his shame.

Mao Feiyang quickly followed suit. Now this place is like a heater. If he doesn't take off his clothes and dry them, he will really become a steamed crab with alternating cold and heat.

After the two of them busied themselves, looking at each other's bodies, they suddenly felt a strange sense of ambiguity, and a certain BGM that shouldn't have appeared seemed to linger in their minds…

“Get out.” Mu Daxian spoke first.

Mao Feiyang: “? ? ? ”

“I didn't say anything!” Mao Feiyang looked innocent, his dark face full of questions.

Mu Daxian didn't say anything more, just paced in the dead end, and then suddenly thought of something, and took off his shoes and socks.

The not-so-spacious space immediately filled with a pure man's aura…

Mao Feiyang couldn't help it and took off his shoes and socks as well.

The so-called one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. Two pure men's foot odor instantly entangled together, and the dead end began to mutate into a biogas pool…

Originally, the atmosphere of cooking wine around the stove instantly exploded, turning into cooking feces around the stove. The feeling of a warm sauna also turned into entering a nuclear reactor…

Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang's expressions changed slightly, but as if competing secretly, they breathed calmly, neither of them willing to admit defeat.

Lin Yi was really convinced. Damn it, are they comparing who can withstand the other's foot odor more?

Damn it, can this also be a competition?!

He couldn't help but reach out and support his forehead, and then recalled Mao Feiyang's operation just now, thoughtfully.

He didn't actually see how Mao Feiyang did it, but he could vaguely feel some changes in Mao Feiyang's body, and at that time, Mao Feiyang really seemed like a different person…

The only thing he could think of was that Mao Zi really stimulated some kind of potential at the critical moment, stimulating the so-called “art cells” in his body.

There is a sentence in the art student code: [Every art classroom has a passage to a watchtower. You can bring your drawing board to sketch during art class. Sketching can cultivate your art cells.]

Art cells should refer to the ability to control extraordinary power.

Even if you can only touch the tip of the iceberg of extraordinary power, it is enough to surpass many people.

Lin Yi found that the art department was not as simple as it seemed.

Especially from the behavior of Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang, the role of the drawing board does not seem to be for painting, but to strengthen the art students' understanding of their own “painting,” and then through the act of painting “sketching,” to depict their overwrite of a certain area on the drawing board, and through an unknown method, guide the extraordinary power in the body to project into the area, completing the overwrite of reality.

It's outrageous, but it seems to be like this.

It feels like modifying reality, but… Lin Yi felt that it wasn't quite the same thing.

「Could it really be the ‘reconstruction’ that Mu Daxian said? Briefly modify some spatial positions, briefly achieve certain effects?」

Lin Yi thought of this and suddenly felt a familiar feeling—

Modifying spatial positions, reconstructing the environment…

Why does it feel so inexplicably familiar?

Hiss…

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and almost couldn't help but snap his fingers!

「Damn it! Isn't this just 「My World」?!」

When Lin Yi first “awakened” 「My World」, he spent a lot of effort to re-edit the covered bridge and teaching building, reconstructing them into an abstract and three-dimensional castle that transcended cognition and subverted common sense, which is somewhat similar to the method of spatial processing used by Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang today.

The only difference is that Lin Yi was not able to project it into reality.

「Wait… I awakened ‘My World’ seemingly on the afternoon of May 8th. From a time perspective, it seems to be a little later than Mao Zi…」

「If I have to say it, those changes seemed to appear after waking up on the morning of May 8th…」

「Could it be that what Mao Zi transmitted was not only ‘pollution,’ but also some of his extraordinary characteristics?」

Just like the initial pollution, after transmitting it to Lin Yi, Lin Yi felt very uncomfortable that night. If he hadn't pulled himself back at the critical moment, plus some reminders from Wei Liang, he would have been in danger that night.

But after he adapted to the pollution, he immediately began to absorb the pollution in his own way.

Is it the same now?

Those "characteristics" that Mao Feiyang transmitted became the fuse for him to awaken his own "extraordinary characteristics."

The reason for this change may be due to the fusion and transformation of various complex factors, such as bearing the aura of the art building that does not belong to this depth as an experience student?

It's like a palette. By deepening cognition, the palette is enlarged, and then it absorbs pigments from outside the palette. With the addition of new pigments, the palette obtains the "possibility" of mixing new colors?

Is that so?

…Indeed.

"If there are changes, it shouldn't be just me. I'll ask Young Master Tian and the others later…" Lin Yi thought to himself. Suddenly, he felt a little strange. Wei Shan obviously had the blue steam of the sports department. Could this also be brought by Maozi?

Green aura caused blue pollution?

If that's the case, it can only be explained by Mu Daxian's saying that there are two sides to everything.

The same extraordinary power, based on the bearer, exhibits characteristics in different directions, thus giving rise to the art department branch and the sports department branch.

Lin Yi couldn't say for sure whether this was the principle, but he felt that even if the guess was not completely accurate, it should be very close to the truth.

"So, are we five roommates all connected? One person's pollution affects all five?"

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"What about Liangzi? What's going on with Liangzi… so out of sync with us!"

Lin Yi curled his lips. That fellow Liangzi… is like an onion. Just when you think you've figured him out, he always smiles and peels off another layer, revealing a brand new side, giving you countless unexpected little surprises.

He had long stopped believing that Wei Liang had survived the last seven days by luck, but no matter what, he couldn't understand what was going on with Wei Liang.

He couldn't understand any aspect of it, and he understood it less and less.

In addition, he also found that the rules in the campus were completely different for the art students and the experience students.

The rules for experience students seem to focus on sticking to the rules. If something happens, report it to the teacher, and the teacher will tell you what to do.

The rules for art students seem to focus on temporary reactions. If there is a problem, deal with it yourself first, and then report it to the art teacher.

Because compared to the experience students, the art students have very few rules to follow. As far as he knows, there are only two rules for the art department.

At this moment, Mu Daxian's voice slowly sounded: "By the way, did you have something you wanted to ask me just now?"

The clothes were almost dry. After Mu Daxian put them on one by one, he took off his last piece of clothing...

"Damn, you're taking that off too?!" Mao Feiyang was anxious.

"We've been through life and death, and you're scared by taking off my pants? You're being ridiculously pretentious," Mu Daxian glanced at him.

Mao Feiyang was speechless. After thinking about it, he followed suit, mainly to show that "I'm the same."

After putting on his clothes, Mu Daxian began to pack up the paint cans on the ground, screwing the lids on one by one, and then putting them back in the cloth bag.

Mao Feiyang also went to help.

"Actually, since we encountered the angel statue, I've been a little confused about your approach," Mao Feiyang said, expressing the doubts in his heart.

"I know, at first we went to the first floor of Building C to use the aura left by the security guards to cover up our aura, and then we cleaned the wounds to weaken the aura of pollution, and changing places was also to lure those purebred Nightwalkers."

"But later, the student commemorative coins could lead away the angel statues. Why didn't we throw the student commemorative coins out in the elevator to lead them away, and then take the opportunity to enter the elevator and escape?"

What Mao Feiyang was referring to was the second time the elevator was opened.

"Because it won't work."

"Won't work?"

"You only saw the angel statues chasing after the student commemorative coins, but you didn't see all the preparations I made for that step."

"Of course, it's normal that you don't know, because my approach is only based on 'experience', not on something like 'standard practice for encountering angels'."

"Regardless of whether you are an art student or a sports student, the survival rate of encountering angel statues is extremely low, because even if you know what to do, your body may not have enough action."

"When encountering angel statues, the first thing is not to panic, and first determine which type of angel statue they are."

"Are there different types of angel statues?" Mao Feiyang was secretly shocked.

"There are three types of angel statues, corresponding to sports students, art students, and other categories respectively."

"The reason I told you to be careful at first was because I thought they were coming for me, but I didn't expect their target to be you."

"Because before, whether from the point of view of 'extraordinary power' or the point of view of 'deserving to die', I was more serious than you…"

Mao Feiyang whispered: "Brother Xian, don't belittle yourself, don't say that about yourself…"

Mu Daxian glanced at him: "But the facts prove that it was indeed an angel statue targeting art students. Also, it seems that although I don't know why, you seem to be more 'deserving to die' than me…"

Mao Feiyang: "…"

"Ahem! Can we say something auspicious? What are the differences between the types of angel statues?"

"One type is the Smiling Devil Angel. They look like they are weeping with their faces covered, but in fact, the faces behind their hands are covered with eerie smiles, and they are facing away from people when they first appear. Their main goal is to suck the extraordinary power from the bodies of the polluted."

"When the extraordinary power in the polluted person's body is drawn away, they will be pulled into their layer when it is below a certain threshold, and then die in a particularly painful way and become a statue."

Hearing this sentence, a scene flashed in the minds of Mao Feiyang and Lin Yi at the same time—going up the first basement floor of the teaching building, at the end of the corridor, there is a cave full of statues.

Most of those statues have distorted faces, as if they were in extreme pain before death.

Could it be… that they died in that way?

Lin Yi's eyes suddenly lit up—wait a minute!!

"If Maozi had encountered the Smiling Devil Angel alone just now, would he have subconsciously returned the way he came and ran upstairs when he saw the 'Smiling Devil Angel'?"

"With Maozi's characteristic of reacting faster than thinking, it is very possible…"

"And the stairwell has some problems due to the layer falling, coupled with the Smiling Devil Angel pulling people down the layer, it is not impossible for Maozi to enter that stairwell and then…"

"Become one of those statues!"

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