"Welco aboard the Enterprise. The ship is scheduled to take off in ten minutes. We are heading to the Fourth Airport of the South District on the 27th floor. Please confirm your destination once more. The spaceship’s launch may cause slight turbulence, so please remain calm. The ship is under the jurisdiction of ’Hundred Tales,’ and any irrational behavior will have consequences..."
Listening to the broadcast in his ear, Feng Xue slumped in his seat with a sigh of relief. He retrieved a filter from his pocket and stuffed it into his storage bag.
The power of that unknown "Artificial God" construct exceeded his imagination. If it weren’t for the thing’s relatively slow speed, Feng Xue wondered if he could even have found the opportunity to escape.
Just as he closed his eyes to take a nap, a dozen or so people rushed into the cabin in a state of panic, their soot-covered faces indicating they had dashed through smoke and fire.
"Isn’t this Lawrence? I rember your Slave Catching Team usually goes up the mountain a day before garbage day, so why did you co running down?" Soone on the spaceship recognized the newcor and imdiately greeted him with curiosity.
Lawrence, hearing the words, seed eager to vent his dissatisfaction and said, "Don’t get started. The people under ’Flying Cat’ spotted a big one, and no one can enter the whole midsection for a while!"
Upon hearing the words ’Flying Cat,’ Feng Xue imdiately thought of the red-haired woman he had kicked away, his ears perking up.
"A big one? How big?" Passengers around them also grew curious, so purely out of gossip, and others seeking information.
"A big one about twenty-sothing ters. It’s not very clear, but it has so sort of spiritual contamination ability. I took a glance from afar, and my Spirit Defense Talisman worth two hundred thousand was imdiately blown. It’s a huge loss, but it probably ca from the Flying Cat’s hunting zone, so they’re likely responsible for compensation..." As Lawrence spoke, he accepted a cup of water from soone and chugged a few gulps before shaking his head and continuing.
"I have no idea what Flying Cat is up to, creating such a big one right before garbage day... Might even involve so Otherworld Evil God or sothing."
Feng Xue, hearing the unfortunate tone of the other, grew curious but was hesitant to ask directly due to unfamiliarity.
But perhaps fortune favored him, as a henchman-like fellow spoke up first, "Boss, that thing shouldn’t be a bad on, right? Can’t it be dealt with after its Identity is exhausted?"
"Smart as always!" Lawrence gave an eye roll, while another person who had been gathering information explained with a smile.
"Actually, in our circle, the most terrifying thing isn’t a bad on, but those pseudo artifacts with autonomous action capability. Of course, this doesn’t include those ghostly things turning out when outsiders die in the Infinite City..."
"Pseudo artifacts are scarier than bad ons?" At these words, many passengers on the ship focused their attention on him. The person who spoke seed to have a reputation for knowledge in this area and had no intention of concealing it but instead raised his voice.
"Ordinary pseudo artifacts aren’t too scary, but things like robots with certain intelligence, in a way they aren’t essentially different from things without. It’s okay if they aren’t activated, but once they awaken, they beco entities carrying compatible tags and elents. About six or seven years ago, a demon sword erged from the garbage mountain. It possessed a suit of armor, claiming to seek a worthy owner, chopping anyone it saw. It had little to no presence, yet absorbed the Identity of those it killed, even slaying a few Kaidan Level big shots..."
"So, is there a chance that big one will make it out?" Feng Xue asked, unable to sit still. If targeted, as per the setup, the phantom marked opponents would surely pursue him out of the garbage mountain.
"Not likely, after all, a pseudo artifact is just a pseudo artifact. Even if it acquired a lot of Identity during garbage day, it wouldn’t be a match for a big shot. Once the Flying Cat Organization and other groups finish discussing compensation, they’ll have soone handle it."
The explainer waved his hand with a ’you’re overthinking’ expression and continued discussing how much the Flying Cat Organization would have to pay to various organizations.
Feng Xue felt more at ease after the reassurance, looking back at the garbage mountain still faintly glowing with firelight. He made up his mind to ask Huo Mu about finding a way to enter...
...
"Finally back." Seeing his ho in the distance, Feng Xue smiled. The trouble of the Artificial God was temporarily put aside, and all he wanted now was a hot shower and a good, restful sleep.
However, just as he opened the door, an extrely unpleasant sll hit his nostrils.
"What the hell?!" Feng Xue imdiately held his breath and peered inside using a mirror, then witnessed a scene that drastically lowered his sanity—
In the living room, five or six corpses lay sprawled across the floor. If they were all human, it wouldn’t have been as shocking, but amidst the bodies lay a crocodile.
"What’s going on here?"
Feng Xue stared dumbfoundedly at the ss in his ho and instinctively activated his Golden Finger’s identification feature, which revealed the elents from the corpses.
"Each one has [Electric]..."
He slapped his forehead, realizing the situation. Without minding the room’s odor, he walked to the end of the group of bodies and saw his own glaring sign stuck there—
[Beware of Electric Door Here]
"So they were a bunch of dumbasses touching the electric door... Still, this door’s power is impressive, killing not only intruders but also bad ons ford from the dead."
Feng Xue imagined the scene of the petty thieves getting the shock of their lives. As he blinked, the corpses turned into elents absorbed by the Golden Finger, but to his surprise, they left behind a gift—
Na: Phantom Object·Crocodile Wallet
Elents: [Tool], [Valuable], [Treasure]
Description: A wallet made from crocodile leather, high-end and stylish, enhancing the bearer’s temperant, making the possessor look wealthy.
Note: No trading ans no killing.
...
"Another miscellaneous item, feels like carrying this around would just make a target for scamming..." Feng Xue picked up the wallet, but as his fingers touched it, his Identity surged once more.
"What the hell?" Feng Xue’s face showed surprise. The sensation of tag condensation was not unfamiliar to him.
As he considered whether it might be a step toward gaining an [Instructor] or [Demon] tag, the change abruptly stopped, but a seemingly useless tag appeared on him—
[Wealthy Person].
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