Cheng Li Confronts the Monster

Of course, the vagabond would knock on the door once every day. The rules of the instance stipulated: A player must open the door and answer one of his questions. Answer correctly, and you could leave; answer incorrectly, and you'd be sliced apart.

Oh, each Snail Monster came with a different vagabond. So why did Cheng Li know this so well? Because he found the house in this instance quite comfortable for sleeping, so he practically treated the instance as his own home and frequented it.

When the doorbell rang, Cheng Li opened the door and was met with the vagabond's crazed eyes. The vagabond wore dirty clothes, an axe in hand. Seeing Cheng Li, he bared his teeth in a grin, revealing eight intact, black teeth: "Excuse me, whose house is this?"

If you answered "Snail Monster," he would kill you, because a monster wasn't the true owner. If you answered "his," he would also kill you, because currently, the monster was the owner.

The vagabond licked his lips, a bloodthirsty smile spreading across his face. This was clearly a deadly trap question. If one didn't recognize the trap in time, they would become his dinner.
He was about to eat his fill, he thought.

"It's mine," Cheng Li answered decisively.

The vagabond: ??????
He stood dumbfounded for a moment, but the system didn't declare it a wrong answer. According to the rules, he had to continue with another question: "Excuse me, what is the name of the central galaxy of the universe?"

"Cheng Li."

The vagabond: ??????
He looked up at the ceiling, intending to search for the system's electronic voice as usual.
No reaction? Could the center of the universe really be named Cheng Li?

The vagabond could no longer rely on the system. Inside Cheng Li's head, the system was howling in distressed protest, but no one else could hear it.

The vagabond tried to raise his axe, only to find he was no longer bound by the rules; he could easily lift the axe and swing it down. This meant that the system not only couldn't make judgments according to the rules, but the rules' effect on the monster had also disappeared.

What did this mean? It meant he no longer had to follow those ridiculous rules, no need to ask those stupid questions. Now he could chop anyone he wanted, do anything he pleased.

The vagabond raised his axe, a triumphant smile on his face, and the sharp axe blade swung down. He could almost see the person opposite him covered in blood, chopped into pieces, his eyes filled with murderous intent.