There is One New Rule Every Month Globally

"..."

As Wen Ping lowered his head, deep in thought, he heard the noise near his ear, calmly and indifferently pulled out his earphones from his chest, and put them into his ears. Then, he closed his eyes as if he hadn't noticed anything, and continued to walk forward with his head down.

"Dammit!"

Seeing Wen Ping so oblivious, the bearded man in charge pulled a submachine gun from his chest with a somewhat fierce expression, aimed at Wen Ping's legs, and firmly pulled the trigger.

However...

The submachine gun that had never failed before unexpectedly jammed today.

"Jammed?"

The bearded man looked at the submachine gun in his hands with disbelief. This was a B-tier Prop, a Prop that could jam? That's got to be a joke. It had never happened before.

But there was no time to worry about that now, as he drew out a machete with anger and chopped fiercely towards Wen Ping's back.

Yet, before the blade could even touch Wen Ping's back, it suddenly shattered into Fragments and fell to the ground.

The others around him were in the same plight, those who tried to activate their Props found that they suddenly malfunctioned and couldn't be activated, and those with weapons found that their weapons either broke or slipped from their hands.

A few who were prepared to fight bare-handed took one step forward and immediately tripped over, face-planting on the ground.

In any case, a variety of unexpected incidents left them nothing but to watch Wen Ping's figure disappear from their line of sight, without even touching the hem of his clothes.

"Don't chase him!"

Watching his subordinates getting ready to continue the pursuit, the leading Luosahu man couldn't help but curse in anger, then a deep fear emerged in the depths of his pupils. If he couldn't realize what was going on by now, he'd be an idiot.

Every time they planned to lay hands on this young man,

Various accidents would block their way.

To explain this peculiar situation as mere coincidence would be truly stupid.

"Retreat!"

Originally, he thought the young man was just a fat lamb with good gambling skills, but now it seemed ominously off. Since the other party wasn't looking for trouble, they naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to provoke death.

In this survival game,

Their line of work wasn't about how much money they could rob today, but about living until tomorrow.

...

After walking away, Wen Ping didn't take the recent event to heart and went straight to the edge of a cliff. He stood at the edge of the cliff, overlooking the bottom, and after a long silence, he sighed without saying a word.

A few months ago, he had obtained a Prop called "Fortune as Vast as the Eastern Sea."

A very powerful Prop.

An S-tier Prop.

For every player he killed, he could increase his Luck Points by one, and so far, he had added 12,789 Luck Points.

Also proving that since he obtained this Prop, he had already killed more than ten thousand players.

It wasn't that he didn't want to kill more.

It's just that he really had no ability to kill any more.

The Prop "Fortune as Vast as the Eastern Sea," granted him an extremely strong ability to survive, nearly guaranteeing he wouldn't die, but its downside was also extremely significant.

After such a long time of research, he had figured out how to use his Luck Value.

Just like just now.

He closed his eyes, put on his earphones, and blocked his perception of the outside world. In this state, he could not see any attacks launched against him, and subconsciously, if he believed he was safe, then he was truly safe.

With a high Luck Value, he couldn't possibly die.

But if he accidentally saw someone standing in front of him throwing a punch unless he dodged, the punch would hit him squarely in the face.

Because "Luck Value" would judge that, since he sensed the danger but did not dodge, he must want to be hit, so there was no need to avoid it.

This was the biggest limitation of his Prop, "Fortune as Vast as the Eastern Sea."

As long as he believed he was safe, then he was absolutely safe. However, the moment he saw someone attacking, his Luck Value could no longer protect him; therefore, he was always collecting Props that could shield his own perception.

Including that pair of earphones that could block out all sound and play pleasant music, or that Skill that would plunge him into darkness whenever he closed his eyes.

But he still had no way to control the perception of his own body.

For instance,

If he accidentally stepped into the void and fell off a cliff, his body could perceive that he was falling, and the Luck Points would not protect him.

On the other hand,

If he could shield his body's perception and not feel whether he was falling, then even if he closed his eyes and accidentally fell off a cliff, he would be unharmed.

In other words,

Who would be the most suitable for this Prop?

An idiot, preferably a vegetative patient with a dormant brain, would almost certainly never die and live as long as heaven permits since such a person would never be able to perceive danger, and without perceiving danger, there would be no danger.

He didn't think any further.

Instead, he activated a necklace he had just acquired from that casino owner.

"Prop Name": Admission Ticket to the Leave Some Leeway Treasury Map.

"Prop Tier": A-tier Prop.

"Prop Effect": Upon activation, the player will go to an independent space. In this space, there are 999 boxes. Opening a box could result in a positive reward, or a certain chance of getting kicked out of the map.

Each box has a different probability.

The boxes are categorized into three tiers.

They are Bronze, Silver, Gold, and Diamond.

The highest tier, the Diamond box, could yield better rewards but also has a higher chance of getting kicked out of the map. Once kicked out, the player will lose one usage opportunity.