Chapter 66: Big Brother and Second Brother: Wanna Play Soccer? The Ball…

Su Wuzi carefully observed Xiao Xi’s current state and expression. After confirming that he had only grasped the truth of this world and suspected the butler without any major emotional issues otherwise, he quietly let out a breath.

Su Ximu looked at his second brother somewhat strangely, who had suddenly relaxed a bit. He didn’t understand why his second brother’s reaction to this major discovery was like this.

He couldn’t help but wonder if he had guessed wrong.

But he had only played three weird dungeons in total, and the weird BOSSes at the end of all three games were like this.

Because the little character he controlled in the game died quite miserably, Su Ximu remembered the game process quite clearly.

In the first game, his identity was a student renting in an apartment building. He thought the most powerful dungeon horror would be the landlord or some other tenant with a clear occupation.

In the end, the most powerful one in the dungeon was a child who was usually bullied by other kids.

He controlled the game character to step forward and help, chasing away the other children for that kid. Then that child sadly lifted his head and asked why he had come so late, why he had waited so long before anyone came to help him.

Su Ximu’s game character promptly perished.

In the second game, his game identity was a tourist stranded in a mountain village due to the weather. He worked hard to follow the rules, avoiding the fierce village chief and butcher, and even steering clear of the children. He didn’t even dare greet the teenager from the neighboring house who was called the village idiot. Finally, he made it to the last day of the dungeon game.

But right before leaving the dungeon, he accidentally stepped on the village idiot’s dogtail grass, and the village idiot got angry…

Thus, Su Ximu’s game character, along with everyone in the village, perished together.

In the third game, the game character had just opened his eyes when he was teleported out of the dungeon.

Later, the game explained that in this dungeon, the manor butler and chef had launched a rebellion together, killing the manor lord and successfully taking power.

Therefore, the dungeon ended early, and all players perished!

Wait a minute.

The third game…

The manor lord…

Before the butler and chef rebelled, the manor lord was indeed the most powerful weird in the dungeon.

At that moment, in a flash, Su Ximu suddenly thought of another question.

He glanced at the door, as if trying to pierce through the bedroom door with his gaze to see Big Brother lying in the other room.

Then, he took the initiative to step closer to his second brother and asked for confirmation, “Second Brother, here, here, this is this world…”

Su Ximu hemmed and hawed with “here” for a long time, took a deep breath, and finally asked, “Are all the people in this world weirds? Does every weird have its own dungeon game?”

If that was really the case, then he might have indeed guessed wrong.

Because he still remembered the first day he arrived here, when the neighbors on Wealth Avenue lined up to enter Big Brother’s study, followed by the continuous screams coming from the study.

Su Wuzi’s eyes lowered slightly as he looked down at the youth who was now very close to him and confessed frankly, “The vast majority are. There might be the occasional exception, but not many. Not every weird constructs a dungeon game; dungeons require power to sustain them.”

Occasional exception, but not many.

Su Ximu got the point.

In other words, at least everyone on Wealth Avenue, all their neighbors, should be weirds. That probably included the kids he had made cry that day.

“People who enter dungeon games all receive game rules, right? No matter in what form, but there are always rules?” Su Ximu tilted his head up slightly and continued asking. His expression was the same as always—full of trust and closeness, as if he didn’t have that string for vigilance against danger at all.

Or perhaps, both his rationality and instincts told him that the person in front of him—or rather, the weird in front of him—wouldn’t harm him.

Su Wuzi nodded.

Now, the youth who had been looking up just now pursed his lips and lowered his head himself.

After a long while, they finally heard his hesitant small voice ask, “What about me then?”

“I have Family Rules too. Whose dungeon am I in?”

In the Family Rules, only two people gave him rules: the butler and Third Brother.

“And…”

His memory wasn’t bad; he just sometimes passively forgot things.

But now, trying hard to recall, he could remember many things clearly.

For example, in the rules horror game that had gone viral online in his original world, there was one rule that was highlighted.

That was: 【During the dungeon game process, players have a chance of encountering powerful weirds, leading to mental death or corruption, transforming from player identity to dungeon NPC.】

Back then, he was young and his memories fragmented, so he was confused about many things.

But now, recalling everything from before with an adult’s mindset, he naturally understood many things he hadn’t before.

That previous world really wasn’t the afterlife he thought it was as a child.

Hmm… broken and rundown—for now, let’s call it the Wasteland World.

For instance, the day he and his brothers closed their eyes together was actually the end of the entire Wasteland World.

The Weird World invaded the Wasteland World.

One time, Big Brother was taken away by the Wasteland World’s management for a long time—that was actually the Wasteland World’s managers and researchers forcing Big Brother into the Weird World to clear weird dungeons.

In the end, the Wasteland World’s sky was torn open in many places—probably the Weird World “eating” the Wasteland World.

Since the Weird World could invade the Wasteland World, it could naturally invade the Water Blue Star World too, which was his real world.

Otherwise, where did the Doll Big Bear and Wolf Granny he encountered at the very beginning come from?

While invading the Wasteland World, the Weird World had already begun eroding the Water Blue Star World.

The Wasteland World’s management could detect the Weird World’s existence and respond to it. So, could the Water Blue Star World’s relevant departments, which had been infiltrated by the Weird World for at least a dozen years by now, really detect nothing at all?

Su Ximu didn’t think so.

Therefore, he confirmed that things were just as Li Zhuofan had said: the rules horror game that had passively spread across the world in the past two years was manipulated by the relevant departments behind the scenes!

The purpose was to give everyone a preventive shot before fully disclosing the Weird World to the public.

Based on this guess, another point followed.

That was: all the rules horror games that had appeared online in the Water Blue Star World, their settings absolutely derived from the Weird World!

No one would fabricate them randomly, or it might really kill people.

This also explained why so many rules horror games on the Water Blue Star network had surprisingly consistent settings.

Su Ximu silently repeated in his mind once more: “During the dungeon game process, players have a chance of encountering powerful weirds, leading to mental death or corruption, transforming from player identity to dungeon NPC.”

His brothers weren’t born as weirds either.

They were first normal human kids, then older human kids.

Finally, forced by bad people, they became players who cleared dungeons for them, got injured for them, and died for them.

Humans, players, weirds.

“That day when everyone closed our eyes together, I went home. Brothers, what about you? Brother, you wouldn’t let me look back, so I didn’t see what happened to Big Brother…” As he spoke, the youth’s voice had already gone hoarse.

He didn’t have time to think about how exactly he had returned here.

The answer to this question was what he wanted to know most right now.

Su Wuzi met the gaze of Xiao Xi, who was stubbornly staring at him, and reached out to embrace the obstinate and sad youth. This time, he didn’t avoid the topic.

He used a gentle tone, light and casual like telling a bedtime story, trying to gloss over these matters.

“Xiao Xi, we should think of it this way.”

“If death can’t make us close our eyes forever, then it’s just a brief slumber.”

A person’s chest being stabbed through—how could they still live?

Including Su Wuzi himself, he quietly listened to the beating in his chest. There was no heart there; it was a pretty lavender doll.

Su Ximu buried his face in his second brother’s chest like he did when he was little. He thought that when he had returned home and was held in Grandma’s arms, his brothers, as humans, had died.

He knew Second Brother didn’t want him to be sad.

Su Ximu blinked hard to hold back his tears.

He hugged his second brother’s waist like a child, his voice muffled, “Then in the future, none of you brothers should briefly slumber anymore, okay?”

Maybe this was deep brotherly bond. Even though they had been apart for so long, and he had grown up while his brothers had too, he just didn’t feel any strangeness.

“Okay.” As long as Xiao Xi wasn’t sad, Su Wuzi could agree to anything he said right now.

“Then let’s go call Big Brother and Third Brother.” He was sensitive to the word “sleep” now.

“Okay.” Su Wuzi nodded again.

The two of them left the bedroom and returned to the newly changed guest room.

When Su Ximu pushed open the door to the guest room, he discovered that Big Brother had just sat up from the bed.

He immediately went over, “Big Brother.”

Su Xuanxiao’s serious expression softened a bit, and he smiled at the youth.

Su Wuzi didn’t say anything and simply stepped forward, handing over the rules paper he had casually taken from Xiao Xi’s room.

Regardless of others, this dungeon had indeed greatly affected Su Xuanxiao, leaving his thoughts somewhat chaotic even after waking.

But out of habit for handling documents, he still took the paper and quickly read it without issue.

Soon, after reading all the content on the paper, Su Xuanxiao looked at Xibao sitting on the edge of the bed, then at Yuzi, his gaze seeking confirmation.

Su Wuzi nodded.

Su Xuanxiao smiled faintly.

In just two short seconds, the two seemed to have successfully exchanged some information and reached a tacit understanding.

An hour and a half after Su Xuanxiao woke up, Su Jianglou—who had still been stuck in dungeon memories and unwilling to wake—finally followed the sound of Xiao Xi’s voice by his ear and slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw upon opening his eyes was his second brother.

Su Jianglou sat up and looked around left and right, asking, “Where’s Xiao Xi? I heard Xiao Xi’s voice.”

Su Wuzi handed over the magic cube in his hand. Su Jianglou took it inexplicably and tossed it aside casually, preparing to get out of bed to find him.

Su Wuzi nodded to Big Brother, “Looks like he’s sober.”

Su Xuanxiao nodded slightly and reached out to pat his younger brother’s shoulder.

“What?” Su Jianglou irritably turned his head.

Bang!!!

In the next instant, Su Jianglou’s body slammed into the wall, smashing a human-shaped crater into the thick villa wall, and his whole body flew out.

Red mist billowed, and in the next second, Su Wuzi vanished from the spot.

Another instant.

Bang!!!

The flying Su Jianglou precisely passed back through that human-shaped crater and flew back in reverse.