Weird Rules Rumor: At The Beginning, He Insisted That He Was Not Dead
Chapter 121: "The Bolder the Person, the Richer the Land"

“It’s simple—you just need hands,” Bai Liang replied with a light smile. “The bolder the person, the richer the land. If you’re daring enough, nothing is impossible.”

“Are you saying you got an S-rating just because you were bold?” Wu Fanfan seemed to grasp his meaning but not entirely.

Before Bai Liang could continue boasting, Li Xin gently pushed her aside:

“Don’t listen to him. His playstyle definitely won’t work for you.”

Li Xin knew a thing or two about Bai Liang.

Every major organization in the real world had sleeper agents monitoring streams and gathering intel. Recently, viewers from Bai Liang’s stream had also entered the Mysterious World, so his data was now known to many powerful factions.

Though details of how he cleared dungeons remained vague, Li Xin understood one thing:

This guy was different. His SSS-ratings weren’t just about smarts—he clearly had illogical abilities.

For example, in Mirror Castle, he’d cleared it in just a few steps, leaving viewers baffled. Or in Endless Prison, where he’d deceived everyone…

Wu Fanfan was Null’s rising star and Li Xin’s personally groomed candidate for the next base captain.

Li Xin had no intention of letting this promising girl be corrupted by Bai Liang’s influence.

But Wu Fanfan disagreed. She idolized the strong—especially unbeaten legends like Bai Liang.

Ignoring Li Xin’s hand pressed against her face, she gazed at Bai Liang in awe:

“Senior, what rewards do you get for an SSS-rating? Give me an example to aim for!”

Li Xin didn’t stop her this time—she wanted to know too.

Bai Liang blew a heart-shaped pattern onto his coffee foam, glanced at them, and said coolly:

“That’ll cost you—1,000 Rule Points.”

“Knew he’d say that…” Li Xin rolled her eyes but transferred the points.

“Charging for basic intel, even with our relationship… How do you even survive in dungeons?” She sighed, palm against her forehead. His behavior baffled her.

Most players shared intel freely when facing unknown dungeons, but Bai Liang radiated zero trust. Every word from him felt like a scam.

“Wrong question,” he corrected. “You should ask how I leave any survivors in dungeons.”

Li Xin: “...”

“So? What were your rewards?” She steered back on track.

“Nothing special. For this dungeon, three rewards: 20,000 Rule Points, a title”—he tapped his chest—“and ten Pet Experience Fruits.”

“What?!”

Li Xin and Wu Fanfan’s eyes widened in unison.

“20,000 Rule Points?! I got 5,000 for a B-rank in a C-tier dungeon! And you get 20k for SSS in a D-tier?!”

Wu Fanfan counted on her fingers, her worldview crumbling. To match Bai Liang’s one D-tier haul, she’d need four brutal C-tier clears with B-ratings—which she couldn’t even consistently achieve!

“You get a title for every dungeon?” Li Xin seized the key point.

Bai Liang nodded. “Obviously. Don’t you?”

“...”

For the first time, Li Xin felt her reality crack. He thinks titles are common?!

Titles in the Mysterious World were rare. Each required unique conditions to unlock and offered powerful effects—sometimes rivaling skills. Holding multiple titles granted passive bonuses too. In over a year here, she’d only earned three. Her strongest, "Twins," was always equipped; the others gave solid stat boosts.

Yet here was Bai Liang, collecting titles like souvenirs.

A sourness spread through her chest—like a lemon bursting in her veins. I’m jealous, she admitted.

“And the Pet Experience Fruit?” She changed subjects, pointing at Facai on his shoulder. “For it?”

“Yes,” Bai Liang nodded. “But ten fruits only level it up once. Doesn’t unlock a new form yet.”

Suddenly, something wrapped around his leg.

Wu Fanfan clung to him, eyes sparkling:

“(in Cantonese) Dai Goh, take me as your disciple! I’ll be your most loyal little bro. East? I won’t go west. Dogs? I won’t chase chickens!”

Li Xin dragged her back. “She’s from Province G. Grew up on gangster films.”

“What were you saying about me earlier?” Bai Liang returned to business—his real reason for coming.

Li Xin’s tone turned grave. “The Professionals’ Association is bulk-buying dungeon-tracking items. After their sniper failed, they’re regrouping. Next dungeon, they’ll send more.”

“And two other player groups are sniffing around your shop. Crowds gather there daily.”