Under the deathly silent gazes, Mai Mingle walked step by step into the dining area.
All eyes were fixed on her, turning the air viscous. The atmosphere felt heavy and stagnant, as if she had to break through immense pressure just to take a single step forward.
But this frozen silence didn't last. Though it felt like an eternity, it was probably less than a minute before the restaurant suddenly, without any warning, erupted in a clamor of chatter and laughter. It was like a sound bomb had detonated, making Mai Mingle's heart shudder.
'...Bombs. Right. Starting this half-hour, the diners can set "bombs" and "dead ends" for me.'
'Dead ends have warnings, so I can put them out of my mind for now. But to avoid the "bombs," there's only one way: find all the rules. I only have four rules on hand. Is that enough to avoid the bombs completely?'
'Are there other, deeply hidden rules waiting to get me killed, just like Xia Tian?'
