"Fuck!"
Feng Xue felt that ever since he had traveled through ti, he had really beco increasingly vulgar, but was that his fault? Honestly, if anyone else were in his shoes, they might not have been able to hold themselves together, right?
After all the trouble it took to get the "Destiny" elent, after finally getting the card he wanted, why did it turn out like this?
While Feng Xue was wallowing in self-pity, the card in front of him had stopped transforming. The new card retained the traditional top-half image, bottom-half text style, but so details were still quite distinctive.
For instance, its top left corner had a number 75, and the top right corner was marked A-20. At the very top of the card, there was a na—
Miraculous Alexander Gem.
Feng Xue was familiar with this style of card. The Pseudo Artifact "Fierce Bullet" with the "Destroy" elent that he had picked up before was formatted like this.
And he had a deep impression of this thing because it was the card that the main characters had extensively acquired in the classic Chapter "Island of Greed" during Hunter × Hunter!
Of course, he was just familiar with it, as the original item was only a collectible, never actually used as a tool.
He picked up the card and turned his attention to the text to check the specific attributes of the thing, but who would have known that as soon as he picked it up, the card made a "Bang!" sound and transford into a refined ring set with a red ruby.
"Fuck!" Feng Xue cursed again, only then rembering that Phantom Objects usually can inherit the original functions of items, and a common feature of Island of Greed cards is that if they aren’t put in a card bag within a minute, they turn into real tools and take effect!
"Unbelievable!" Imdiately, Feng Xue activated Golden Finger, and a line of attribute information erged in front of his eyes:
Na: Phantom Object·Fortunate Alexander Gem
Elents: "Destiny", "Opportunity", "Adventure", "Mystery", "Tool"
Description: A mysteriously originated ruby, its bearer will experience valuable experiences and life encounters that ordinary people can hardly experience, but whether it’s luck or misfortune is not guaranteed.
Remarks: Misfortune relies on fortune, and fortune lies within misfortune...
...
"Can I still toss this thing away in ti?" Feng Xue looked at the phantom object ring in his hand, feeling it unbearably hot all of a sudden, his first instinct being to throw it away.
And that’s exactly what he did, although throwing a phantom object onto the street could likely cause trouble, but compared to that uncertain "valuable experience," whether it be curse or fortune, Feng Xue thought it better to be cautious.
After all, this landfill was so rich, he could totally accumulate a set of god-tier Secret Manuals here before coming back out, no need to beco a gambler.
Just as he stood up and reached for the doorknob, his door was pulled open from the outside.
"!!!"
"!!!"
Almost instantly, Feng Xue’s figure jerked backward, he pulled his hood over his head, and his Sleeve Sword popped out, ready to fire at any mont.
The person who opened his door was also dumbfounded, looking at the scene inside the room, falling into a self-doubt of "Did I open this wrong?"
...
Chen Xiyao was a very typical Yan Country girl, an only child in her family, thus bearing all her parents’ expectations. She had always been the child others compared their own children to, her daily life moving strictly between school and ho, and she was even enrolled in a myriad of hobby classes.
She didn’t have a personal computer, nor was she allowed to go to internet cafes. It wasn’t until her first year of high school that she was given a mobile phone.
As a seventeen-year-old girl, she had never worn makeup, her everyday attire being just school uniforms and a few sports outfits—not that her family couldn’t afford it, but because her parents thought dressing too well might lead to early romance.
In so respects, Chen Xiyao could almost be considered a standard template Yan Country girl, and she might represent a large portion of her peers.
But as a young person, she naturally had her rebellious side, although it was always suppressed by her studies.
While she had no computer, she still had her own ways to relieve stress, like borrowing comics or novels from the rental bookstore in front of the school, or sneaking a look at so discs when her parents were out during noon.
However, after she entered her second year of high school, her rebellious streak finally exploded, sparked by what exactly, she herself wasn’t sure.
Maybe it was because her parents stopped her allowance "to prepare for college entrance exams" in her second year, stopping her from renting books?
Or was it because rely discussing novels and comics with a male classmate was seen as early romance?
Or was it because of a poor score on a minor test?
Or was it just that she could no longer bear this suffocating way of life?
In any case, Chen Xiyao’s patience snapped, and she decided to run away from ho.
But as a forrly well-behaved girl, she didn’t act rashly but held off until winter break before beginning her runaway attempt one chilly morning.
However, expecting a girl who had never backtalked her parents in her teens to successfully run away from ho was perhaps too much. Before her parents had even noticed her absence, her own conscience started feeling uneasy.
"Would Mom worry?"
"Will I get scolded for coming back late?"
"Is it dangerous to not return at night?"
...
All sorts of thoughts swirled around, eventually driving this girl—who had been runaway for less than nine hours—back to her own front door.
But the mont she dejectedly opened her front door, everything in front of her changed.
Where there should have been a shoe rack and so miscellaneous items in the foyer, there was now a spacious living room, its previously refined decoration turned into minimalistic style, and what shifted her shock to terror was the man opposite her, not far away, dressed in a white robe, his face hidden under a hood, his right hand protruding a blade gleaming with cold light, the entire person exuding a nacing aura!
"Who are you? What are you doing here? I... wuu wuu wuu wuu..."
The girl’s loud questioning imdiately triggered Feng Xue’s reflexive response—hand over mouth, dragging, door shutting—all in one go, until the girl under his restraint let out a frightened whimper, Feng Xue finally realized what an egregious thing he had done.
"You’re just lucky I didn’t instinctively go for a choke and kidney punch," Feng Xue thought to himself, wanting to ask sothing, but suddenly a "buzzing" sound in his mind, followed by the "Identity" elent composing his body starting to rotate and collide once more.
Having experienced this twice before, Feng Xue understood that this was a premonition of a label being generated.
Only...
"What label did I trigger this ti? Kidnapper or abductor?"
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