Buddhist player

Bai Chen was slightly taken aback when he saw the white card that was quietly floating in mid-air in front of him.

For some unknown reason, the moment he saw the white card, the information about it appeared in his mind as clearly as an instruction manual.

Moreover, he vaguely felt a strange sense of control over the card in front of him.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Bai Chen reached out and picked up the card in front of him. The moment his fingers touched the card, its light spontaneously subsided and it obediently lay in his palm.

Looking at the card in his hand, Bai Chen raised an eyebrow.

Although he didn't know exactly what had happened, the predicament he had faced before seemed to have been resolved.

Not only that, he also received a special card.

Judging from the instructions, this card is clearly a replica of the severed hand ability. Under the influence of some unknown force, the severed hand was forcibly contained.

If it were anyone else, they would probably want to try using this card or explore their ability to encapsulate other things into cards, but Bai Chen's thought process... was clearly different.

After staring intently at the card in his hand for a moment, he finally frowned and came to a conclusion.

"Clow Cards... Could it be that my true nature is actually that of a magical boy?"

After encountering something in battle, you turn it into a card for your own use. This is clearly the setting of the Clow Cards in Magical Girl.

Out of interest, he once watched the entire Cardcaptor Sakura series... although he was immediately recommended by others to watch the main sequel, Puella Magi Madoka Magica.

...Chubi must die.

"Never mind, let's go back first."

After thinking for a while without any clue, Bai Chen reached up and pressed his forehead, stuffed the card into his pocket, and stood up from the grass.

He had no idea what kind of card it was. Although he had the instruction manual for the card, he was completely clueless about how to use it.

He had a subconscious feeling that all he needed to do to use the card was to crush it, but at the same time, his subconscious reminded him that once the card was crushed, the severed hand contained inside would be freed again... It was a contradiction.

Although he had some vague guesses about how the card came to be, he had no other strange thing to experiment with at the moment, so he could only put it aside for the time being.

He never wastes time on things he can't figure out right now; that's his consistent principle. Besides, this place is remote, and it's already midnight. Who knows if he'll run into a ghost again? For safety reasons, it's best to retreat first.

After all, in horror stories, ghosts and monsters usually appear at night...

After putting on his helmet, Bai Chen straddled the electric scooter.

Because he was short of money, the place he rented wasn't in a great location, and the room wasn't very big, but it had everything he needed.

Because he had been delayed, it was almost 1 a.m. when he returned to his rented room.

After confirming that nothing strange had followed him back, Bai Chen turned on the light and quickly treated the wound he had just inflicted.

To be honest, his timing was a bit off. The college entrance exam had ended more than a month ago, and the results had long been out. His predecessor's score was barely enough to get into a 985 university. If it were him, he might have been able to get the top score and earn some prize money or something, but right now...

Bai Chen took out his phone and checked his bank card balance.

Although he had been delivering food and handing out flyers for a month after the college entrance exam, the amount in his bank account was still pitifully small, with a total net worth of 3291.5. Although he had student loans for tuition, he still had to take care of his living expenses himself.

Putting aside whether this amount of money is enough for my needs, the rent is due in a few days, and the landlord I remember wasn't someone easy to talk to.

"Even a hero can be brought down by a penny; the ancients were right."

Thinking of this, Bai Chen shook his head slightly.

One minute they're battling the supernatural and the bizarre, the next they're caught up in the mundane realities of daily life. It has to be said, that's very real.

During a break from washing up, Bai Chen picked up his phone.

Normally, "he" would probably choose to watch some short videos or live streams, but right now, Bai Chen's focus is mostly on the various strange things that have happened recently.

Although many messages have been deleted on a large scale, such as the "Bloody College Entrance Examination" incident that disappeared from the internet in less than half a day a month ago, some fragmented information has been preserved in forums or online communities. Unfortunately, these are too fragmented to form coherent articles.

After thinking for a moment, and considering that he hadn't eaten dinner yet, Bai Chen got up, grabbed his ID card, and went straight downstairs to a nearby internet cafe.

Since it was already past midnight, there weren't too many people in the internet cafe. After ordering a cup of instant noodles from the front desk, Bai Chen found a quiet corner to sit down.

Without much delay, after spending about half an hour writing a small program, Bai Chen easily logged into a hidden website.

In his previous life, he had taught himself web programming for a period of time out of interest, and he was quite an expert in this field. The website he was logging into now was a secret forum that he had been invited to join in his previous life. It was part of the dark web and was quite well-known in the dark side of the internet. A membership had once sold for hundreds of thousands of US dollars on the dark web.

Although the world has undergone some subtle changes, some things still seem to be similar...?

Looking at the deep darkness on the screen, Bai Chen reached out and touched his chin.

Although he knew how to get in, he didn't have a membership right now and could only enter as a tourist. However, if he only needed to look up some information, the tourist status was barely enough.

Soon, as he logged in, a brand new interface appeared before his eyes.

The interface above was still the same dark-toned one he remembered, but there were some differences in the details. Some sections he had seen in his previous life had disappeared, and two new sections, [Abnormal Event Reporting Area] and [Survival Guide Exchange], had been added.

Because he was a tourist, he could only read the titles of most posts, but even so, the content of the titles was sensational enough.

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[Record] Class B Disaster • God's Snail

[Tracking] Exploring the Endless Waterway Route

[Discussion] On the location of the world's borders

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Although many titles are in English, it doesn't pose any reading obstacle for Bai Chen. Unfortunately, many posts are restricted to certain permissions, so he can only see the title.

It wasn't until he turned to the seventh page that he found a post available for visitors to browse.

[Continued Monitoring] S-Level Disaster • Crazy Farmer's Record

"disaster……?"

A few minutes later, while eating his now-cold and mushy instant noodles, Bai Chen looked thoughtful as he stared at the screen in front of him.

About half a year ago, strange things called disasters began to appear in this world. No one knew where these things came from, only that human beings were powerless to resist them.

Faced with these endless disasters, the laws of physics are arbitrarily overturned and reality is rewritten haphazardly. Some special disasters, for example, remain unresolved to this day, and can only be controlled within a certain range, left to rage unchecked.

A prime example is a particular disaster that has been lingering in the southeastern United States and has been dubbed "Crazy Farmer."

The main figure in this disaster was a middle-aged man with a pot on his head and a scruffy beard. He looked somewhat crazy and was unable to communicate; no one could understand what he was saying.

When your house has both a lawn and a pond, there is a certain probability that this disaster will become your neighbor and will come to visit you, speaking incomprehensible language and acting crazy, and handing you a bag of seeds.

Then, within half an hour to an hour after the other party leaves your house, a hideous zombie will appear on the lawn in front of your house, staggering towards your house.

Once these zombies appear, you will no longer be able to leave your house and will be forced to fight them. However, it should be noted that these suddenly appearing zombies cannot be harmed by any external force, not even guns. Once these zombies cross your lawn and enter your house, they will cruelly eat your brains.

The only way to fight these zombies is to plant the bag of seeds your crazy neighbor gave you. Plant the seeds in the lawn, and they will grow into all sorts of strange plants.

Only these plants can fight off those zombies that suddenly appear on your lawn... provided you don't get eaten by them.

—The above information is a summary of several family annihilation cases.

Unfortunately, even after summarizing so much information and figuring out the uses of various plants, no one was able to effectively contain this disaster.

The best result so far in combating this disaster is that someone survived until the backyard swimming pool checkpoint, and then died by suicide.

Although the US side intended to directly contain the disaster entity, "Crazy Farmer," it was in an invincible state, just like the zombies. They couldn't even contain it, let alone trap it.

To this day, this disaster remains active in North America, occurring with extremely high frequency, almost year-round.

"This thing... Crazy Dave Plants vs. Zombies?"

Looking at the content displayed on the screen in front of him, Bai Chen, still holding a bowl of instant noodles in his hands, had a subtle expression on his face.