There is One New Rule Every Month Globally

A few minutes passed.

Tuberculosis Rabbit and the rest of the group had successively arrived at the shopping mall's rooftop, ready to depart for the Void Starfield to complete the most important mission of this trip.

"Huff!"

Sword Without End warmed up his body, twisting it with a sense of wonderment, and exclaimed, "We passed by a spa shop just now, and it was nothing short of surprising. Guess what we saw."

"There were technicians from dozens of races."

"They looked all shapes and sizes, it really makes you reflect on the diversity of biological species."

"Although I didn't go in and just glanced from the doorway, I found it quite novel. If there's a chance, we could maybe go for a foot massage or something."

"..."

Tuberculosis Rabbit swept a somewhat helpless gaze at Sword Without End, "Even though your loving husband persona has completely crumbled, I still want to ask, do you really like getting foot baths that much?"

"Foot baths?"

Sword Without End sneered contemptuously, "Is it my feet that I wash? What I wash off isn't dirt from my feet, it's the mud from walking through life."

"In a dim room, a gentle woman, a weary man lies on the bed."

"She brings you tea with warm inquiries about your well-being, wipes your 'corpse' with a towel soaked in hot water, not disgusted in the least as she holds your feet and caresses them in her lap. You know her heart isn't yours, but in your heart, in that moment, you belong to her."

"Just a few hundred bucks, and besides the massage, you'll get snacks. And she'll look at you tenderly as you leave."

"Whether it's vulgar or elegant, I can no longer tell. All I know is that when the moon is full, if I do nothing, it would seem as though I lack appreciation for life's pleasures."

"..."

Under the night sky.

Sword Without End's stubble seemed so ethereal and drifting in the pale blue smoke, giving off an unreal sense of illusion... and intoxication.

"..."

Tuberculosis Rabbit remained silent, not knowing what to say for a moment, unable to refute.

He even felt there was some truth to it.

But just then—

Sword Without End suddenly furrowed his brows, as if he received some message. After a long silence, he hesitated, "Yi, is it absolutely necessary for me to join this operation? Is the role I'm to play important?"

"I may have some personal issues to deal with."

"Could I head to the Void Starfield later to find you guys?"

"Personal issues?"

Mildly puzzled, Tuberculosis Rabbit frowned, "What personal business could you possibly have? Don't tell me you talked yourself into it and are now heading straight to that spa shop?"

"No, it's something else."

"Can't tell me?"

"It's not very convenient to discuss."

Chen Yi didn't speak, just stood there leaning on his staff, staring at Sword Without End for a while before gently waving his hand and saying softly, "Go on then, be careful. Send us a message if there's anything."

"Alright."

The next second!

Chen Yi and his companions dissipated on the spot, activating Starfield Transport to head to the Void Starfield.

Chen Yi wasn't sure what was going on with Sword Without End, but since Sword Without End didn't want to speak about it, Chen Yi wouldn't force him to. Even though Sword Without End was a member of his team, he still deserved his own privacy, and Chen Yi wouldn't strip his team members of that.

Most importantly.

He wasn't worried in the slightest about Sword Without End running into trouble.

After all, this month's rule stated that death was impossible, a rule that even ranked higher than his Seed Player status. After all, this was a fundamental rule of the game's upgrade.

Besides, if something did happen, with his abilities, he felt confident he could handle it.

...

After Chen Yi and his group had left.

Sword Without End, who had just been joking and carefree with Tuberculosis Rabbit, suddenly had his facial expression stiffen as he stood still, head bowed in silence for a long time, as if turned into a statue.

It was unknown how much time passed before Sword Without End finally lifted his head, standing at the edge of the rooftop, looking down on the neon-lit city shrouded in night. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and placed it in his mouth, his expression lost in a reverie.

A few days without shaving.

The stubble had grown back out, rough and prickly to the touch.

And Sword Without End's facial expression seemed odd, completely devoid of his usual jocularity and forced seriousness, instead showing a hint of world-weariness and... sadness?

Yes, sadness.

Although it felt strange to use the word, Sword Without End's expression at that moment indeed resembled that of sadness.

The cigarette was quickly smoked to the end.

Sword Without End snuffed out the cigarette at the base of his thumb, walked down from the rooftop alone, and in no time, appeared at the entrance of a spa shop.

'Resurgence Spa Shop.'

This spa shop was a standalone building, nine stories tall, one of the larger spas in Sky City.

The walls were covered with neon signs and outdoor screens, creating a sense of clutter that also uniquely appealed.

Women in various uniforms were standing at the doorway, like the courtesans of ancient Blue Star, their eyes smiling at every passerby, as if they could lure anyone over.

Just like the mythical sirens singing in the depths of the sea.

Anyone who heard their song found themselves helplessly drawn toward it.

"Sir, would you like to come in for some fun?"

A uniformed cat-tailed woman quickly noticed Sword Without End and, eyes gleaming, eagerly approached him. In the crowd, Sword Without End's attire was quite eye-catching—a clean, crisp green robe that gave him a dashing appearance, with a hint of a man's unique toughness.