Weird Rules Rumor: At The Beginning, He Insisted That He Was Not Dead-Chapter 105: Genetic Tower (4)
【This idiot made me laugh till I cried. Does he even realize what he just did?】
【Seriously, how did someone with his IQ make it this far and even join a professional gaming organization?】
【I used to think every player who advanced their class would be high-tier, but seeing this guy, I finally understand what rock bottom looks like.】
【He must’ve struggled just to survive this long with that level of intellect.】
【Or maybe he survived because his IQ is so low?】
In Bai Lian’s livestream, viewers witnessed the entire debacle.
If this were a game, it’d be a masterclass in blunders.
When Bai Lian proposed his “plan,” Ji Yunfeng agreed wholeheartedly!
To win Bai Lian’s trust, he acted like a certified genius!
Bai Lian turned and left, quickly vanishing from Ji Yunfeng’s sight.
The latter stood there, smiling vacantly until his grin suddenly froze...
“What the hell did I just do?!”
Ji Yunfeng frantically checked his inventory—all items were gone.
His Rule Points balance? Zero.
Worse yet, he’d sent messages to Xia Dongjie.
Reading those chat logs, Ji Yunfeng wished he could disintegrate.
Trembling, he typed an apology:
【Ji Yunfeng (Evil Spirit): “Captain, sorry, I must’ve been possessed earlier.”】
【Ji Yunfeng (Evil Spirit): “Those messages weren’t from me! I’d never betray you—it was a mistake!”】
【Xia Dongjie (Legend): “We’ll talk when you return.”】
Game over.
Ji Yunfeng stared at the reply, knowing his days were numbered.
There’s still a chance. If I complete the mission perfectly, I can survive!
Forcing himself to calm down, Ji Yunfeng realized something odd—every memory of interacting with Bai Lian felt... warped.
“From the moment I saw him, everything went wrong...”
“Does he have mind-control abilities?!” The epiphany struck.
Mental manipulation classes were vanishingly rare. In ten dungeons, you might never meet one.
Ji Yunfeng had encountered such players before, but their effects were subtle—nothing like Bai Lian’s instant IQ drain.
“If I avoid looking at him, I can assassinate him using spatial awareness. He thinks I’m an idiot anyway—let him underestimate me!”
Ji Yunfeng’s lips curled in a cold smile, eyes burning with fury.
“No—the more I think about it, the angrier I get!”
...
Meanwhile, Bai Lian wandered the building’s corridors.
He paused before an elevator shaft. The car was on the 9th floor of this 100-story skyscraper.
Massive building. Where are the labs? Biological data collection required lab access.
“Need a floor plan. Too bad the last safe room didn’t have one...”
Bai Lian glanced at the moving elevator, then turned left. He’d finish exploring the 9th floor first.
A white-coated figure came rushing down the hall.
Her brows were furrowed, temples glistening with sweat, expression frantic.
Clutching a folder, she scanned the corridor until spotting Bai Lian. Instantly, her frown melted into relief.
“Doctor Bai! There you are! Emergency in Lab 16—Professor Chen needs you immediately!”
She shoved documents into his hands and dragged him forward without waiting for a response.
“Doctor Bai?”
“Professor Chen? Lab 16?”
Before Bai Lian could process this, he found himself being hauled down the hallway. He skimmed the folder’s contents:
《Specimen 16 Experiment Report》
“Abstract: Comprehensive behavioral and ecological analysis of Specimen 16 reveals extreme sensitivity to reagent quality and humidity. Under optimal conditions, specimen exhibits heightened activity...”
Bai Lian—a civil engineering graduate—understood none of this. Had it been about laying bricks, he could’ve written a thesis.
He flipped to the conclusion.
“Findings: Specimen 16’s reaction to latest reagent batch deviates from previous trials. Further testing required.”
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He’d been cast as “Doctor Bai,” a key researcher for Specimen 16. The NPC’s urgency suggested his character was vital.
“The Mothership sent us to replace original staff. Our mission: collect bio-data without blowing our cover.”
Problem was—Bai Lian’s expertise began and ended with concrete. How would he fake biological research?
If all else fails, I’ll improvise.
They arrived at a secured door guarded by two soldiers wielding lantern-like devices—likely energy weapons.
The woman produced an access card from her cleavage, swiping it on the reader. The door hissed open.
Bai Lian noted her lack of pockets. NPC inventory system?
“Doctor, hurry! Professor Chen’s waiting!” She pushed him inside.
Blinding white light forced Bai Lian to squint. Before him stretched a massive lab filled with researchers and towering glass tanks of green fluid—each containing grotesque, floating specimens.
