206: Chapter 206: God Brick

The early morning of Taiping Old Street exuded an unusual dead silence.

The early winter sunlight shone upon the bluestone slabs, yet it could not melt that pile of white light-sand transformed from the sanitation grandpa.

Lin Ye stood inside the glass door, holding that bronze bagua soul-fixing mirror in his hand, the dim light on the mirror surface reflecting his dark and bright eyes.

"Stop crying. If you keep crying, my newly replaced Persian carpet is going to be flooded by you."

Lin Ye casually pulled out two tissues from the coffee table and slapped them onto Ayugu's tear-stained face with a backhand motion, his actions as casual as wiping the snot of a good-for-nothing from next door.

"Hurry up and wipe your snot. As the dignified saintess of the Wangu Ancient Tribe, running away from home and crying at every turn—aren't you afraid of losing face for your Ten Thousand Mountains if word gets out?"

Ayugu was momentarily stunned by his rough action.

She pulled off the tissue on her face, blew her nose fiercely, and glared at Lin Ye with red-rimmed eye sockets.

"Who... who is crying! I stayed up late playing games last night, and sand got into my eyes!"

Ayugu was stubborn like a dead duck, but her hands, which were tightly clutching the straps of her backpack, unconsciously loosened a bit.

"Fine, fine, fine, sand got in."

Lin Ye did not pierce through this girl's pitiful self-esteem.

He turned around, put the soul-fixing mirror back into the system space, and his gaze fell once more upon the pile of white sand outside the door, his tone retracting the previous joke and turning somewhat solemn.

"This thing is much more troublesome than any Cardinal or ancient great demon."

"Big Sister, don't go sniffing it!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Lin Ye caught sight of Frost Star squatting on the ground, her little nose twitching as she tried to sniff the scent of that pile of white sand through the glass door, and quickly reached out to grab the back of her neck of destiny, pulling her back.

"Brother-in-law, this sand smells like it has an empty feeling, like those hollow shells whose souls were sucked dry that I saw in ancient tombs before."

Frost Star rubbed her nose and rarely gave a serious evaluation, though she couldn't go three sentences without mentioning food.

Leng Yue walked to Lin Ye's side, a flash of solemnity crossing her dark golden eyes.

"Husband, this thing has no causal lines."

As a Millennium Drought Demon, Leng Yue's perception of the world's aura was almost intuitive.

"Whether it is a demon, a ghost, or a Western deity, as long as it exists in this heaven and earth, it must have its karma."

"But that pile of sand outside the door... it is more like a dead object, a 'rule' forcibly engraved between heaven and earth."

"That's right, without karma, it is not restricted by the mutual generation and restriction of the Five Elements."

"This is like playing a game where everyone was originally hacking and slashing each other with swords and blades, and suddenly someone posts a Trojan horse code in the public chat. As long as you see this code, your game character will be forcibly deleted. This is simply not an attack from the same dimension."

Hearing Lin Ye's easy-to-understand metaphor, Helena standing aside turned pale as a sheet.

"Boss... this is the legendary 'meme pollution'. In the top-secret archives of the Western Inquisition, only when those indescribable ancient gods awaken will they be accompanied by this kind of disaster that directly distorts human cognition."

Helena's voice trembled, evidently feeling an instinctive fear towards this invisible and intangible way of erasure.

Just as the atmosphere in the hall fell into an oppressive state,

the air in front of Lin Ye suddenly twisted violently like water ripples.

[Ding! Detected that global ultra-hazardous rule-type meme pollution (Code Name: Gate of the White City) is spreading rapidly.]

[The "My Lord, Please Behave Yourself" System has been triggered. As the premier fishpond owner and extraordinary big boss of Great Xia, facing this dimensional strike that disregards martial virtue, please make a choice befitting your identity:]

[Option A: Turn a deaf ear to matters outside the window, and concentrate solely on reading the sages' books.]

[Immediately close the doors of the Funeral Shop, activate the highest defense of the nine nether purgatory tower, and distribute a pair of noise-canceling headphones and an eye mask to everyone in the family. As long as I don't listen or look, the meme cannot infect me.]

[Reward: One [self-deceiving ostrich shell] (absolute physical defense, but intelligence -50).]

[Consequence: Great Xia falls into the City of White Sand, and the host becomes the sole commander-in-chief on the doomsday wasteland, facing endless loneliness and the brink of madness every day.]

[Option B: Defeat magic with magic, and fight brainwashing with brainwashing!]

[Since the opponent is meme pollution, we will create an even stronger meme! Immediately pull out a high-volume loudspeaker, and loop the DJ heavy bass version of "Extreme Paradise" mixed with the "Great Compassion Mantra" across Jiangzhou, forcibly overwriting the "White City" concept in the citizens' minds.]

[Reward: One [square dance aunties' sacred sound system] (comes with mental pollution passive).]

[Consequence: Although the spread of the White City is stopped, the citizens of all Jiangzhou will turn into fanatical zombies who only know how to dance otaku dances, and social order collapses in another way.]

[Option C: Capture the ringleader first to capture the thieves, break all laws with physics.]

[Since the rules are hiding in high-dimensional space, go in for a walk yourself, actively accept meme infection, and descend your divine soul into the "White City". Find the core hub that spreads the rules in the different dimension space, and give it a head-on blow using the most rustic physical methods of Great Xia!]

[Reward: One conceptual-level armament — [god-beating brick] (capable of causing true physical critical strike trauma to non-physical, conceptual, and rule-type targets), 5000 Husband points.]

Looking at these three options.

Lin Ye's mouth twitched fiercely twice.

This crappy system is truly as abstract as ever.

Option A is purely waiting for death. With Lin Ye having managed to save up such a huge family business with great difficulty, could he just sit by and watch the outside turn into a dead city where he couldn't even order takeout in the future?

Option B is even more outrageous—it's like outrageousness opening the door for outrageousness, reaching the ultimate level of absurdity.

The whole city dancing to "Extreme Paradise" along with the "Great Compassion Mantra" DJ version? That picture is too beautiful; Lin Ye is afraid that if he looks at it, he will gouge out his own eyes first.

However, when his gaze fell upon the reward of Option C, his eyes instantly became strange.

"[god-beating brick]?"

Lin Ye madly complained in his mind.

"System, did you get the art style wrong somewhere? People have the god-striking whip, and you give me a brick?!"

Complaining aside,

but Lin Ye saw that line of small text description very clearly: [capable of causing true physical critical strike trauma to non-physical, conceptual, and rule-type targets].

This gadget is simply the biological father of rule-type weirdness!

To deal with such invisible and intangible concepts, this brick can directly pull the "concept" down to the physical level for a beating.

This is like encountering a wall-hacking player in an online game whom you cannot hit.

And this brick directly follows the network cable over and gives a big slap to the cheater sitting in front of the computer screen.

Simple, crude, fitting Lin Ye's current appetite.

"Choose C!"

Lin Ye gave the command in his heart without the slightest hesitation.

[Ding! Selection confirmed.]

[Conceptual-level armament [god-beating brick] has been distributed to the system space. Please check and receive it, Host.]

[Warm reminder: Brick-hitting emphasizes being fast, accurate, and ruthless. Striking the back of the head yields even better results. Wishing the host that with a brick in hand, the world is yours.]

Hearing this completely devoid of bottom-line voice from the system, Lin Ye rolled his eyes and couldn't be bothered to pay attention.

Just at this moment,

"Bang!"

the door of the Funeral Shop was pushed open forcefully by someone.

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan carried the chill of early winter and strode in.

Her eye sockets were covered in bright red bloodshots, her lips were dry and cracked, and her black tactical trench coat was still stained with some white gravel.