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What do you an "inevitable"? Didn't soone just stir up this conflict by shouting "next ti for sure"? Hmph!
Feng Qi: ...
After watching for a mont longer, he decisively turned and walked toward the corridor entrance.
He decided to search outside for the Three-Tailed, attempting to capture it.
If that failed, he would seek out the Lord of the Mist.
He inwardly hoped that Lin Ran would succeed in Anti-Parasitic Mist Lord.
Once the Right Protector was in place, he could walk all over the Future Dream Realm.
Are you a crab?
"I'm your dad!"
He imdiately regretted saying that.
Just as he'd anticipated, the Narrator imdiately launched into its usual verbal onslaught.
Ignoring the Narrator's incessant nagging, he left the tal corridor and entered the abandoned hospital.
After exiting the hospital, he noticed that the layout of the buildings outside had changed slightly, clearly a result of the altered tiline.
The only constant was the Blood Moon hanging high in the sky, still bathing everything in its scarlet glow.
"A'Bai, scan the area for the Three-Tailed."
As he stepped onto the street outside the hospital and began walking back toward the Star City Shelter, he imdiately said.
Heh, you insult and then expect to do your work? Even capitalists wouldn't exploit a system this badly.
Feng Qi: "..."
"My mistake. I won't do that again."
Write a million-word guarantee first to prove your sincerity.
"Asshole System, don't push it."
Bone Man, you're getting too bold. If I had a physical form, I'd grind your head into the dirt!
After a round of bickering, Feng Qi continued on his way.
As for the search for Three-Tailed, he trusted the Narrator.
Though the Narrator was often unreliable, it never failed him in crucial monts.
While it claid not to cooperate, it would undoubtedly help search in secret.
When he switched his human body to Battle Body Form, the flesh and blood on his skin transford into qi blood and imprinted themselves onto his bones.
His physical capabilities were instantly enhanced.
His running speed surged.
Compared to the Demon Dragon Rune-Modified Body from the Sacrifice Line's mories, this body felt far more comfortable.
Both powers originated externally.
The Demon Dragon Rune Modification involved embedding Demonic Dragon rune crystals within his body to gain so of the demon dragon's traits and physical strength.
Yet even after the modification, he struggled to use this power flexibly.
Though subsequent training improved his compatibility, it never reached 100%, preventing him from fully mastering it.
The body that could steal innate abilities was entirely different.
Even if all its powers and innate abilities were plundered from domain creatures, they fit him perfectly from the mont he acquired them, with no sense of awkwardness.
In comparison, the body capable of stealing innate abilities was clearly superior to the rune-modified body.
He now strongly suspected that his unique body was sohow connected to miracle items.
With this thought, he ntally asked:
"A'Bai, you've seen the mories from the Sacrifice Line. Do you think you might be a miracle item?"
I think it's quite possible... but I absolutely refuse to admit I'm a miracle item. It makes sound completely lifeless, like so toy being used. Just thinking about it makes want to grind my teeth to dust. This is too cruel, damn it.
"Don't overthink it. Perhaps your origin isn't that simple," he imdiately reassured him.
What do you an?
"I don't think you're an ordinary miracle. You might be so kind of high-level miracle—the very top tier of miracle items."
You stupid Bone Man, that's still a miracle item!
Feng Qi: ...
While chatting, Feng Qi continued to run through the streets of the city ruins.
The layout of the buildings had changed sowhat, but the general terrain remained the sa, preventing him from getting lost.
"A'Bai, have you spotted Three-Tailed?"
Not a chance. Leave alone—let wallow in my misery for a bit.
"Then keep wallowing. Just let know if you find Three-Tailed."
At this point, the Narrator remained silent.
He continued weaving through the streets, during which he encountered several domain creatures.
He had no intention of going up to fight.
It wasn't that he didn't want to improve his strength, but rather that he believed the next Future Dream Tiline would likely focus on power upgrades. When that ti ca, there would be plenty of opportunities to hunt domain creatures.
As for the limited ti in this particular Future Dream Tiline, it naturally had to be spent on Three-Tailed and the Lord of the Mist.
Lost in thought, he searched the abandoned city without finding any trace of Three-Tailed until he left.
During this ti, the Narrator offered no hints, clearly having also failed to track Three-Tailed's movents.
Ahead lay the burial ground, a region piled high with the bones of countless Little Cripple clansn.
As he stepped into the burial ground, the crunch of snapping bones echoed under his feet with every stride.
After more than twenty minutes, he reached the entrance to the tallic tunnel he had opened, but he didn't pause, continuing his sprint toward the mist.
Standing before the dense fog, he halted.
Switching to human form, he thrust his ntal energy into the mist.
While stirring the mist with his ntal energy, he took a deep breath and shouted into the swirling mass:
"Lin Ran, co out here!"
As if hearing his desperate cry, the mist began to recede.
With the wails of wraiths from within, a mist face erged.
"From what Domain Force do you hail, and what business do you have with ...?"
Mid-sentence, the Lord of the Mist's expression turned to astonishnt as he gazed upon the familiar face before him.
mories flooded back instantly.
Upon closer inspection, he realized how strikingly this person resembled his savior from long ago.
He was no stranger to Feng Qi.
After deciphering so of the bloodstone's mysteries, he had assud a new identity and reintegrated into human society.
He devised a grand plan to resurrect his clansn, a thod tied to the special operating path he had derived and refined from the bloodstone.
During this ti, he began selecting influential pawns to advance his sche.
His ultimate target was the Tiger Soul Research Institute.
While infiltrating the institute, he wandered through Star City, where he learned more about his savior.
He discovered the man's na was Feng Qi and that he was likely a domain creature like himself, operating in the shadows of human civilization.
From then on, he would often visit Feng Qi's tombstone to light an incense stick... and help himself to so of the offerings, thus fulfilling his promise from years past.
This left a deep impression of Feng Qi on him.
1,500 years later, gazing at the familiar face, the Lord of the Mist froze, its processing montarily stalled.
After a few seconds of silence, it tentatively asked:
"Feng Qi? You're still alive?"
"None of your business," Feng Qi retorted, flipping it the middle finger.
The Lord of the Mist didn't react with anger.
The man's tone instantly brought to mind a scene from its mory.
Back then, it had asked Feng Qi why he had saved it.
With the exact sa tone of impatience, Feng Qi had replied:
"Because I liked the look of you, can't I?"
(End of the Chapter)
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