[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-survival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world":3,"chapter-survival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world-survival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world-chapter-350":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Survival Guide in a Mysterious World",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2299319,4497,"Chapter 350: Love and Attachment","survival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world-chapter-350",350,"\u003Cp>Ding—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A copper coin landed on the table, its four engraved Chinese characters clearly visible: Peace, Joy, Happiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prumelija pursed her lips in a smile, ignoring the ghastly pallor of the gambler’s face, and extended her hand: “A bet is a bet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gambler said nothing, his corpse-spotted, pallid hand slipping into his chest, pulling out an ancient yellow almanac from his tattered clothes—the paper yellowed and brittle as fallen leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prumelija took the almanac and smiled as she stroked Xia Rong’s head: “Finally got it back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a certain sense, Fenwu was right—she had indeed begun her ascent from “Taiyi,” and Zhao You was never part of her system; even if it vanished, it would make little difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Losing Zhao You would not put Ning Zhe in danger; instead, it would let her avoid the risk of one day flipping a “All Affairs Inauspicious” page and dying on the spot, and it would also gain her Bai Zhi, who bore “Taisu.” Why not?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prumelija snorted, shoving the almanac into her pocket: “Even if I don’t use it, I’ll never give it to Fenwu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever Fenwu supports, I will oppose with all my strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more Fenwu opposes me, the more I know I’m right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gambler’s corpse-pale face remained expressionless; he silently picked up the copper coin and looked again at Prumelija.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still gambling?” Prumelija raised an eyebrow. “You have nothing of value left to wager. If you insist, you’ll have to bet yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gambler said nothing, only slammed the coin onto the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Predictably greedy,” Prumelija shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Different ghosts have different traits—or rather, personalities—and the gambler’s personality is unquestionably greed: extreme, insatiable greed. The gambler does not accept defeat, does not accept a tie—it accepts only victory. To win, it will wager even itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let’s continue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prumelija pushed the coin toward the gambler and said without hesitation: “This time, I choose heads: All Affairs Auspicious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as she finished, the gambler picked up the coin and tossed it upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding. The coin landed on the table, its four engraved Chinese characters clearly visible: All Affairs Auspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You lost again,” Prumelija said. “You have nothing left. This time… you lost yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had the words left her lips than the gambler’s tall, gaunt, emaciated corpse collapsed with a thud, its foul stench spreading through the air, becoming nothing more than an ordinary, lifeless body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The game is over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ownership of the gambler’s rule has transferred to the winner: Prumelija.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Prumelija learned its name:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Love and Attachment】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Love and Attachment…? Strange name.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prumelija shook her head, stood up, hugged Xia Rong, and walked out of the room toward the opera house’s exit:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The gambler may be greedy, but at least it accepts defeat—that must be part of its rule.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But like Zhao You, ‘Love and Attachment’ cannot be integrated into a system centered on Taiyi. Controlling ‘Love and Attachment’ won’t fix my Jueyuan’s flaws—it only adds another flaw. Not worth it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she walked, Prumelija pondered her next move:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And more dangerously, both the Snake God Zhao You and the gambler Love and Attachment have had their rules exposed to Fenwu. Using either is like deliberately revealing multiple weak points to Fenwu—almost shouting down the street: ‘Come and stab me!’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Prumelija’s expression grew heavier: “Fortunately, the gambler’s rule can strip a controlled ghost from a person. I can exploit that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I control Jueyuan, and I can borrow Fenwu’s identity to use ‘Taichong.’ Perhaps I can try brainwashing someone, imprinting a thought seal to create a slave utterly loyal to me, then gamble with him—lose Love and Attachment and Zhao You to him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The slave controls the ghosts. I control the slave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That way, I can use ghostly power without suffering rule backlash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought of free-riding arose—and instantly, the world widened. Prumelija felt she was beginning to understand Fenwu: free-riding is indeed satisfying. Keep free-riding, keep it satisfying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she pondered who to choose as the vessel for Love and Attachment, Prumelija unconsciously returned to the Saint Abilene airship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened the door, entered the familiar room, and saw the chessboard on the table—the “Prumelija” in black dress sat on the sofa, wearing a seductive smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Back already?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.” Prumelija nodded, walked straight to the center of the room, and reached for the bronze mirror on the table to return to the real world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a soft voice called from behind:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss?” Prumelija’s body jolted rigid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold wind blew through Mirror World 3-7. An invisible ghost crept behind the girl, whispering in a voice she knew too well:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Prumelija?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gentle voice belonged to her half-sister, Mei Lin—Prumelija had lived with her since childhood, and even after her memories were erased, the feeling remained familiar. Now, a powerful urge to turn around surged within her—but was violently suppressed by her self-identity as Ning Zhe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As expected,” Ning Zhe observed the scene, nodding slightly in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though all memories had been deleted and even the self erased, the Prumelija “reformatted” by Taichong still instinctively reacted to her own name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Back in Chenyu Valley Prison, that unlucky guard Yan Yukuan was also erased and reformatted by Fenwu, then implanted with fragments of Fenwu’s memories—he believed he was Fenwu, chasing me all over the prison.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet even after believing himself to be Fenwu, Yan Yukuan still reacted instinctively when the ‘Light-Extinguishing Ghost’ called him by his real name—doubting his own identity, allowing Jueyuan to exploit the opening and ultimately drive him mad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prumelija’s current state resembles Yan Yukuan’s: both had their memories erased and selves deleted by Taichong. But Yan Yukuan was implanted with Fenwu’s memories; Prumelija, by contrast, had stolen fragments of Ning Zhe’s memories through Taiyi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Prumelija?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Light-Extinguishing Ghost persisted, its gentle call carrying a kind of magic. Prumelija knew she was Ning Zhe, knew the ghost wasn’t calling her—but in that instant, she instinctively felt the voice was calling her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What… is happening?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m Ning Zhe, right? Then why is the Light-Extinguishing Ghost calling me Prumelija?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m Ning Zhe, right? Then why, when I hear the ghost call “Prumelija,” do I feel an inner urge to answer?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss? Didn’t you hear me call you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Light-Extinguishing Ghost’s voice drifted softly, tinged with mild reproach:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Prumelija Furemishilete!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh no! Sister Mei Lin is angry!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prumelija panicked—since childhood, Mei Lin had called her either “Miss” or her nickname “Melia.” Only when she’d done something wrong did Mei Lin scream her full name!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait… me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why “me”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prumelija’s face turned deathly pale. A flood of conflicting emotions surged into her mind, freezing her entire body, followed by a faint tremor spreading from her scalp to her toes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Am I… Prumelija?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I’m Ning Zhe, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no— I should be Prumelija… but I’m Ning Zhe, no, I’m not Prumelija… Ning, no… I, I’m Ning Zhe, not Ning Zhe, I’m Prumelija, no, I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prumelija’s legs gave out. She collapsed onto the floor, muttering incoherently, hands trembling as she hugged herself, her face ashen, whispering:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who… am I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Zhe stepped forward, knelt before the girl, pinched her snow-white, delicate chin between two fingers, and tilted her doll-like face upward, studying the profound, soul-deep terror in her eyes—the primal fear of losing subjectivity, more despairing than death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good girl, don’t be afraid,” Ning Zhe pulled her trembling shoulders into his embrace, gently stroking the top of her head: “I’ll tell you who you are.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who… am I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are Prumelija.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Prumelija?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.” Ning Zhe nodded, feeling the girl’s trembling, imprinting a thought seal on her crumbling psyche: “You are Prumelija.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m… Prumelija?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, my dear Prumelija.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Zhe whispered, his features twisting into a bland, generic face, his voice stripped of all distinction: “There now, good child, sleep. Forget all the pain that isn’t yours. Listen—when you wake, everything will be just as it was…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prumelija closed her eyes. Scenes receded from her mind. Taichong’s rule activated, selectively erasing the memories of Ning Zhe she had stolen via Taiyi, leaving only the version of Prumelija recognized by Mei Lin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Goodnight, my dear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Zhe laid the sleeping Prumelija on the sofa, wiped the tear stains from her face with a silk handkerchief, then rose and picked up the bronze mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Volume Three: Journeying Far and Wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>End.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1394,"2026-06-20T06:29:22.815Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f19e2ccda169e3822baecc72daa1e472a40e08f6e974d704aefa11513d33f232","survival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world-chapter-351","survival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world-chapter-349",353,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsurvival-guide-in-a-mysterious-world-cover.jpg"]