I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Zhang Yangqing discovered that this surveillance camera was indeed the best way to observe the young masters and ladies.

Everyone in the scene is doing their own thing, and no one knows that someone is watching them.

Their interactions and states of being were captured by the cameras.

After staring at the screen for a while, Zhang Yangqing looked at Miss Jiu, who was still sleeping on her stomach.

Her breathing was light, her chest rising and falling slightly, and she was holding the teddy bear very tightly.

Her face showed no defensiveness or anxiety; she was just an innocent child having a sweet dream.

At this moment, the melancholy and enigmatic man beside him noticed Zhang Yangqing's gaze, followed it to look at Miss Jiu, and then asked, "What's wrong? Are you planning to groom Miss Jiu to be your heir?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was very earnest.

In a sense, he was also a newly resurrected challenger whose goal was to survive, or rather, to find the meaning of survival. Zhang Yangqing told him some of the information.

He knew that a very powerful successor would emerge here, who would gain the vast majority of authority.

As for the possibility of a huge, eerie BOSS lurking here, Zhang Yangqing didn't say anything. After all, he was human, and being melancholic and eerie was indeed strange.

But the melancholy and eeriness also make one understand what it means to take sides; after all, one can't survive without a powerful backer.

Hearing him say that, Zhang Yangqing explained, "To be honest, it is a good choice, but I don't want her, who is so innocent and naive, to bear such a heavy mission. Once she becomes the next matriarch, the things she has to consider will not be as simple as they are now. She will have to deal with all kinds of dangers and even kill her own brothers and sisters."

The melancholy girl nodded and said, "Indeed, judging from the current situation, these young masters and ladies are not to be trifled with. Even if Ninth Miss becomes the mistress and doesn't intend to kill them, they might still find an opportunity to do so. It would be too cruel for a child her age."

His gaze also fell on the little girl. She turned over, and the teddy bear slipped out of her arms. She touched it groggily, then grabbed it back.

Miss Jiu is so innocent; she shouldn't have to bear such bloodshed at her age.

After pondering for a moment, he continued in a melancholic and enigmatic tone, "So what do you plan to do?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "I'll try my best to help her avoid these things; that's part of my job."

She gave him a melancholy and strange look: "You're quite kind-hearted."

Zhang Yangqing shook his head: "No, that's not it. I've always let her be herself. If I start teaching her how to do things, wouldn't that go against my own approach? I would just become a rigid and serious person in her eyes, like her older brother and sister, wouldn't I?"

After thinking for a moment, Youyu Weiyi sighed and said, "That's true, but people have to grow up eventually."

Throughout the entire ordeal, the red-haired psychic remained resting nearby, saying nothing.

His eyes were closed, and his breathing was even, as if he were asleep.

Zhang Yangqing said this, but what he was thinking was something else entirely.

Since Miss Jiu can't handle those older brothers and sisters, why doesn't he help her deal with them?

Since the mission is too heavy, why don't he bear it?

It wasn't that he was kind-hearted; he wanted to bear the burden because he wanted to take control of his own destiny.

To reiterate, he is not used to entrusting his life to others, even his future heir.

But the red-haired psychic is still here. This guy is on the Fifth Young Master's side, so we can't say too much. A few vague words will suffice.

The most ingenious part of this statement is that he didn't lie, yet he still managed to show people how good his character is.

He promised not to let Miss Jiu learn those painful etiquette rules, and he himself would not pressure Miss Jiu. He kept his word.

Zhang Yangqing's words, ironically, earned the red-haired psychic's admiration. He opened his eyes, glanced at Zhang Yangqing, and then closed them again.

That glance held admiration, but also complex emotions.

The power dynamics within this building are complex; every young master and lady is extraordinary, and there's also the enigmatic matriarch.

This is a big problem, so how do we solve it?
Zhang Yangqing believed that if all the problematic people were dealt with, then there would be no problem.

Is it really necessary to know which of these young masters and ladies is good or bad?
Don't say that Zhang Yangqing's methods are too extreme. Based on the information given by the red-haired psychic, Zhang Yangqing felt that he could be ruthless even if he did it.

Even without intelligence, so what if Zhang Yangqing takes action?
In any world, only those who survive to the end have a voice.

Don't worry about how I survive to the end; as long as I'm alive, I've won.

Zhang Yangqing stared at the screen, lost in thought.

He has never been a chosen one who cleared the game purely through skill.

But strength is the best way to solve problems. With strength, you can break the rules; with strength, you can make all the indigenous people listen to you.

The current problem is that the supernatural world limits the physical abilities of the chosen ones.

His body cannot sense energy; at most, he is strong and can wear a Taoist armor to enhance his strength.

But can this match top-tier combat power? The answer is no, it's absolutely impossible.

Unless a way to remove the physical limitations is found, his method of "gaining strength" can be considered a dead end.

But he happened to find a bug, which was hidden in rule 15.

[Rule 15: If you see someone who looks exactly like you on surveillance footage, don't be surprised or panic. It's your mirror image. It won't harm you, but you can't let it know you've seen it. It can help you do things you don't want to do.]

According to Zhang Yangqing's judgment, this scapegoat will definitely die in the end, but he can help him solve a lot of problems, such as solving the problems of all the people here.

Just because you can't sense the energy doesn't mean this guy can't sense it either.

He remembered encountering a clone of himself in a ghost story world once before.

The clone inherited some of Zhang Yangqing's judgment and talent, and cleared the level faster than the other chosen ones.

How to use this mirror image to get things done has become what he is considering at this stage.

If the mirror image of Zhang Yangqing is truly a Zhang Yangqing who has broken free of his limitations, then based on his understanding of himself, he would absolutely not be content to be a survivor who survives in the cracks, but rather a dictator who eliminates all dangers.

As for whether the mirror image will backfire, it's impossible to say for sure, but the rules state that it will not harm the chosen ones.

Once we find a way to summon it and make it disappear, then everything will be fine.

The key question now is how to summon it, how to write the "program" in its mind, and how to remove the limitations on it.

It was already daylight outside, but this area was still gloomy.

The sky was grayish-white, without the sun, only a thick layer of haze that seemed to never dissipate.

People entered the building one after another through the main entrance. Some were wearing work clothes, some were wearing casual clothes, and some walked by with their heads down.

The melancholic and eerie one and the red-haired psychic were almost asleep; one was leaning against the wall, and the other was slumped over the table, their eyelids drooping and their heads nodding.

Zhang Yangqing was still pondering some issues, such as obtaining the necessary permissions. (End of Chapter)