Kaidan Game Train: Abide Rule or Die!

Any space is a place for ghost face mask activity, so site props are useless, small containers are also useless. The masks appear in unimaginable ways, and masks in the restricted area are far more formidable than those outside. In just a short while, it can be seen that ordinary people are directly killed by masks, and injured players are the same. Only when successfully covered by a mask and with the ability to act, can players gradually be influenced by the mask.

However, from the current situation, the roots inside the mask are not that sharp. Generally, helmets made of light metal can temporarily fend off the mask. Even if covered for a moment, there won’t be any immediate danger to life, but over time, it’s hard to say.

"Didn’t you bring container props when you came in?" Xu Huo asked the extra staff, "There are so many ordinary people coming in, it’s unrealistic to carry them all."

It’s not just unrestricted, in the restricted area, larger range defense props are almost completely useless. The best defense mode is to act alone, only in this way can you resist the masks coming from all directions at any time.

But there’s not entirely no loopholes to exploit. If a mask or Defensive Clothing is strong enough, you can ignore being covered by a mask—but this is the last resort and it’s best not to do so unless you have no other options, as no one knows if these masks will change in other ways over time.

"There are, there are." The extra staff quickly took out a funnel-shaped prop, first placing the mother and daughter in, then putting in the three Xia City citizens saved by Xu Huo, and then said with a troubled look, "It’s full."

Container props in the game are considered unique existences. Container props can hold living people and can even help players avoid an instance for a certain period. However, there are aftereffects of living people entering container props, and even though there is no exact statement about these aftereffects Beneath the Dimension, the fact that people entering container props merge with the props is horrific enough. So, few players attempt to escape using container props.

Of course, this is also related to container props needing to be held by another person.

Container props are not easy to find either. Currently, Xu Huo has a picture frame and a "staff dormitory." The former can keep people alive for thirty days inside, but can only hold two people. The "staff dormitory" doesn’t limit the number of people, but they can only stay for two hours. Last time in Zone 017, he borrowed the container prop from someone else.

Upon searching the bounty platform, he couldn’t find a suitable container prop, so he sent a message to Nie Xuan, Bai Kou, and Xin Rong to see if he could borrow a couple of props for use.

None of the three replied immediately, so Xu Huo continued forward with the Girl in the painting and the extra staff. He wanted to check the barrier ahead to see if the city was still cut off.

The sky gradually darkened, and the nighttime was the perfect time for the ghost face mask to show its prowess. For those forced into the restricted area, it was nothing short of a disaster. On one side, limited vision was an issue, and on the other, the biological clock affected them, further wearing them out mentally at night.

Even leaving aside ordinary people, the extra staff member following Xu Huo and the Girl in the painting was gradually unable to hold on, continuously maintaining high levels of mental focus while dealing with sporadic dangers. Two to three hours was enough to tire anyone.

"There are more people." Xu Huo looked at the city under the night sky. Besides some people suddenly running out from alleys or doors, some just suddenly appeared in trash cans, wardrobes, and even sewers.

This absurd feeling was like people from two worlds unknowingly merging into the same city without the people realizing it.

It’s still unclear what this restricted area space is about, but Xu Huo could feel that the longer time passes, the worse the situation might become.

From time to time, screams came from near and far. Occasionally, three or two players acted together. Although spatial defense artefacts were difficult to use, attack props could be used in turns. If one had to rely on hands alone for cutting, they’d likely exhaust themselves to death, so using props that could be controlled remotely or attack autonomously was more convenient. However, such props often have certain usage limitations, and players generally don’t own many of the same type. So, they had to rely on numbers.

Xu Huo, who recently had a windfall, was different. The instrument from the settlement in District 001 alone was enough to sustain him for several hours, let alone that he also had several combat robots.

The glowing white light from the Class A Instrument flew through the air like a meteoroid, repeatedly knocking away the surrounding masks. This was a Class A Instrument that could control attack power. To avoid completely destroying the masks, Xu Huo deliberately reduced the attack power, just sending the masks flying over ten meters was enough.

Seven or eight masks persistently followed them, flashing all around from time to time, like balloons floating above the heads of Xu Huo’s group of three. Wherever they went, the masks followed, creating a comical absurdity despite the eeriness.

Perhaps it was because too many people came out at night, the number of ghost face masks seemed fewer. They mostly attacked players, and a few ordinary people could even hide in narrow places.

"Wait a moment..." A player teleported in front of Xu Huo, but before the words were finished, he was knocked back by an unseen force—it wasn’t the white light instrument, but a supplementary shockwave instrument, an automatic attack instrument.

Seeing the person being repelled but trying to approach again, Xu Huo turned his wrist slightly, and the black blade in his hand reflected a cold glow under the instrument’s illumination, "I’m quite satisfied with the current state, don’t come any closer."

The player, knocking away the mask appearing above his head, hurriedly said: "More people make things easier. Why don’t we team up? I definitely won’t be a burden!"

"More people mean more ghost face masks too. I don’t care where you go, but don’t come too close." Xu Huo said.

The other party wanted to say something more, but Xu Huo’s group of three began moving again.

The man looked at the trio protected by at least five or six instruments, his expression gloomy. He wouldn’t be mistaken, the trio likely used Class A Instruments. Many attack props had usage restrictions and couldn’t be kept on continuously, but instruments could be used without set conditions until they were worn out. With only seven or eight masks around, these few instruments were enough to protect them, and even if there were areas left unguarded, just a simple motion from all three of them would suffice...

Compared to other players who used their props like machines in repeated motions, their condition looked more like taking a leisurely stroll.

Even if just one more person joined, their instruments were still more than enough...

With this mindset, the man followed behind Xu Huo’s trio, and in an attempt to forcibly squeeze into their instrument’s protection circle after opening a ghost face mask again, a thin line sliced across his throat as he took two steps forward.