Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Mo Yu did not take the risk of bringing Iyalian here. He was an outsider who had entered this dream world without permission, so he naturally had no dance partner.

There were fewer and fewer people alone on the field, and a strange force of rules began to emerge, approaching him step by step. That power had no shape or figure, but Mo Yu could feel its horror and hugeness.

He was on the god level of order, and he could feel the power and indifference of that power even more. It had begun to look at Mo Yu intently and evaluate whether his behavior was in line with the rules... and once it thought he had violated the rules, it would definitely treat himself as food and swallow him up in one bite without mercy.

But it didn't matter. Mo Yu already had a way to deal with it in his heart. Coming to the ball did not mean that he had to dance. He just had to act in accordance with his identity.

He was now playing the role of a hungry and ignorant farmer, and there were two long dining tables on both sides of the lobby, piled with delicious food that looked extremely tempting for people to help themselves.

Without a second's hesitation, he went straight to the buffet table on the left side of the lobby, picked up a clean empty plate and began to use his years of practiced buffet return technology, quickly picking the most expensive and delicious food.

When the first piece of cake was eaten, Mo Yu felt that the power that had been approaching him dissipated instantly, as if it recognized his behavior.

He squinted his eyes, as if he was savoring the rare royal special delicious dishes in his mouth, but in fact he was thinking about this strange rule power.

Good news, there is indeed a completely neutral referee in this battle of gods; bad news, he, the "plug-in", is also bound by the rules of the referee.

——Perhaps in the eyes of the referee, he is not a plug-in, but just a contestant.

'From the time the event was triggered to the time I reacted, the reaction time given by the rule power was very short, it was simply a time-limited qte (quick tie event, a quick reaction event, you must hit the correct button or complete the correct action within the time limit), either successfully passed the judgment or failed, there is no other judging criteria.

If the judgment is passed, the power of rules will disappear again; if the judgment fails, it may treat me as a delicious meal.

It is not the virtual authority that constructs the fantasy dream, but some other high-level non-living existence.

My current level is not low, but I have no power to resist it. It is not the difference in numerical value or strength, but the suppression of status. In this way, it is likely that milk teeth and heterochromatic eyes are also suppressed by it.

Its judgment should be based on logical reasoning. As long as it conforms to logic, it can pass the judgment... But this judgment standard is very subjective, and it seems to be a system AI-like existence. Then, whether the logic can be understood and recognized by it becomes a key. ’

——Occasionally, there will be papers that are answered correctly with some strange calculations, but because the answer cannot be understood by the teacher who corrects the paper...

‘In this way, the previous inferences and layouts can come in handy. ’ Mo Yu thought, happily ate three more delicious cakes, and even tried to hide some in his pockets-of course, those cakes entered the space backpack under the cover of clothes.