In the real world, in a temporarily rented rural house, Qin Ming lay on his bed, leisurely playing with a new item in his hands. This new item was the reward from the clearance treasure chest he had obtained after completing the Final Fight world: the Space Certification Docunt!
Although Qin Ming hadn't managed to crack the world's underlying narrative like he had in the Captain Hook world, he had successfully cleared the ga. As a result, he still received a clearance key, and from that crystal key, he obtained this certification docunt.
Holding the small booklet that looked like a docunt holder, Qin Ming's expression was peculiar. The properties of this item were truly unique—sothing he had never seen before.
Na: Space Certification Docunt (Nightmare Space)
Category: One-ti Consumable (No Grade)
Effect: Can designate an item in the real world and forcibly convert it into a space equipnt.
Description: Contraband is prohibited from entering the Nightmare Space... Huh? You're Old Nightmare's friend? Oh, well, just this once!
A special item that could turn any object into equipnt—its potential was terrifying. After obtaining this item, Qin Ming had spent over a month pondering how to maximize its benefits. Finally, he decided to go big! Since he had such a tool, he had to use it on sothing truly valuable!
He planned to steal a cultural relic—a famous one—and then forcibly convert it into equipnt! The effects would undoubtedly be incredibly powerful!
But which relic should he target? Stealing from China was out of the question. If he went after the Sword of Goujian or the Terracotta Warriors, he feared he might not live to enjoy the spoils. Besides, stealing from his own country didn't feel right. What's the point of stealing from ho? Taking sothing from your own place—can that even be called stealing?
No, he had to target sothing from abroad. What about the Mona Lisa? But what effect would a painting have if converted into equipnt? Summoning Mona Lisa to smile while helping him fight?
The Mona Lisa was a no-go. What about Tutankhamun's golden mask from Egypt? But Qin Ming wasn't fond of masks, especially one worn by a dead person—it felt too ominous.
After spending so ti researching, Qin Ming finally settled on a target. Following the principle of proximity, he decided to visit Japan.
He had heard about a gold seal from the era of Emperor Guangwu of Han, which was considered a national treasure there. Since it was a gift from Emperor Guangwu to them, Qin Ming felt it was only fair for him, as a descendant, to reclaim it.
Thus, the so-called King of Na Gold Seal beca Qin Ming's target. He chose this relatively obscure relic over more famous ones not only because it was easier to obtain but also for another reason.
This was the real world, after all, and Qin Ming couldn't be sure if he might run into powerful individuals. If he tried to steal the Mona Lisa and found two high-level adventurers guarding it, the situation would be beyond awkward. Would he die? Die? Or die?
He also hesitated to steal from his own country for the sa reason. He feared that if he tried to steal the Sword of Goujian, he might encounter high-level adventurers guarding it, who would then smash the glass and use the sword to cut him down...
Being obscure was good. Being obscure ant no one was paying attention, making it easier to obtain.
After buying a plane ticket and obtaining a visa, Qin Ming eagerly flew to Japan. Without wasting any ti, he began scouting the location.
Standing in the museum, surrounded by a bustling crowd, Qin Ming soon spotted his target in the core exhibition area.
A very, very small gold seal.
It was two centiters long, one centiter high, square-shaped, with a small animal sculpture on top, and weighed just over a hundred grams.
Looking at the so-called King of Na Gold Seal inside the bulletproof glass, Qin Ming's face remained expressionless. Honestly, when he first arrived, he had been quite excited, filled with anticipation for this soon-to-be-acquired treasure.
But now, after seeing the actual item, Qin Ming felt sowhat cheated.
This thing could be called a seal? It was way too small! It looked like a miniature version! Was it even old enough to be working?
Would it even have good attributes after being converted into equipnt? Maybe he should just try stealing the Mona Lisa after all...
Following the crowd out of the museum, Qin Ming turned to look at the building and let out a heavy sigh. After slapping his face a few tis, he finally made up his mind to proceed.
He had co all this way—he couldn't go back empty-handed. Besides, as an interdiate adventurer with limited strength, he couldn't afford to be too greedy.
Small or not, it was still sothing! Even a mosquito has at on its bones! He would strike tonight!
Returning to his temporary residence, Qin Ming quickly prepared his professional outfit—well, a makeshift bandit mask made from a cheap tank top. Then he headed to the black market—or rather, the night market—to acquire a water gun and a fruit knife.
Fully ard and instantly transford from a model citizen into an international bandit, Qin Ming wore his makeshift bandit mask, cheap clothes, and shoes, with the water gun on his left and the fruit knife on his right. With a fierce expression, he jumped out of the window.
Leaping from the fourth floor, he walked a considerable distance before even hailing a taxi.
As the car door opened, the driver froze, and Qin Ming, about to climb in, also froze.
The driver was stunned because Qin Ming, wearing a mask and holding a water gun, looked far too suspicious.
As for Qin Ming, he was stunned because the driver was so old!
Looking at the elderly man, who had to be at least in his seventies, Qin Ming was dumbfounded.
"You're the driver?"
"Yes."
"You're still driving at this age?"
"Life's tough, you know. Besides, at my age, I'm actually considered young among drivers. So, where are you headed..."
"To rob a place. Take to the museum."
Qin Ming got into the car and began fiddling with his water gun in a professional manner.
Seeing him wearing a mask and intently assembling the water gun, the old driver couldn't help but grin.
"Young people these days, always playing around. Role-playing as a robber now, huh? But your outfit isn't professional at all. That gun is obviously a water gun. At least get a more realistic one!"
"A realistic one? That costs money! Old man, with my budget, this is the best I can afford!"
Thanks to his improved basic attributes, Qin Ming hadn't beco smarter, but his mory and learning ability had significantly improved. As a result, he had quickly picked up foreign languages, which mainly required rote morization. Of course, whether he could use them fluently was another matter. But communicating with Japanese people wasn't a problem for him.
Chatting with the old driver along the way, Qin Ming suddenly pushed open the car door as they reached their destination.
Before the old driver could stop him and ask for paynt, Qin Ming turned back and said, "Old man, please wait here for a bit! I'm going to get so travel money! I'll be right back! Wait for , and I'll pay you for the round trip!"
Without waiting for the old driver to respond, Qin Ming pulled out his water gun and strode toward the museum with a fierce expression.
Seeing this, the old driver shook his head and chuckled.
"Young people these days, always playing such strange gas. Role-playing at a museum? I guess I'm really getting old, can't keep up with the trends anymore."
Sighing, the old driver put on his headphones, closed his eyes, and started listening to music, waiting for Qin Ming to return from his "party."
anwhile, as the old driver closed his eyes, Qin Ming had already reached the museum entrance and encountered the security guards.
Seeing a masked man holding a water gun approaching, the two security guards were completely baffled.
Instinctively pulling out their batons, they were about to intervene when Qin Ming suddenly raised his water gun and pulled the trigger.
Then...
Bang!
A stream of blood-red water shot out, slamming into the two guards and sending them flying!
One hit the wall and was knocked unconscious on the spot.
The other crashed into the glass door behind him, shattering it into pieces.
Having instantly taken out the two guards, Qin Ming strode into the lobby with his water gun, looking nacing.
Seeing the tourists who hadn't yet left, he yanked the water gun's pump and shouted, "Bakayaro! This is a robbery! Hands on your heads, everyone get down! Or you'll die die die!"
As he spoke, Qin Ming aid his water gun at a security guard rushing toward him and fired.
With a loud bang, the guard was hit by the blood-red water and sent flying several ters, slamming into the wall and lying motionless.
The terrifying scene left the crowd in stunned silence.
Realizing what was happening, the people, seeing Qin Ming in his mask and holding the ridiculous water gun, all very cooperatively put their hands on their heads and dropped to the ground.
They didn't have ti to figure out why a simple water gun could have such terrifying destructive power.
Everyone, including the security guards, wisely chose to surrender.
Qin Ming strode through the crowd, now lying on the ground, and began looting wildly.
Wearing cloth gloves, he swung his arm and smashed the glass display cases, shattering them instantly.
Grabbing various cultural relics, Qin Ming stuffed them haphazardly into his backpack. After taking over twenty items, he finally pulled out the King of Na Gold Seal and slipped it into his pocket.
With that done, Qin Ming turned and ran back to the taxi. He yanked open the door, jumped in, and slapped the seat.
"Drive! Drive! Hurry!"
Hearing this, the old driver finally stopped enjoying his music.
Taking off his headphones and starting the car, he glanced at Qin Ming through the rearview mirror.
"That was quick. What? Found the museum boring and left already? I always thought it wasn't that interesting either."
Qin Ming, who had thrown his backpack aside and was now examining the gold seal, grinned.
"Of course it was quick! Speed is key in battle!"
"Huh? Is that a souvenir in your hand? Next ti, don't buy those. They're cheap knockoffs and will fade. Plus, yours looks old."
As the taxi drove off, the museum's alarm blared, and police cars began converging on the scene.
But by the ti the police arrived, it was too late. Qin Ming, riding in his partner's car, had already vanished.
(End of Chapter)
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