He set down the gasoline he had drawn from the off-road vehicle.
Chen Yu dragged the corpse of the one-eyed man, pulling it into the grave before unscrewing the lid of the oil drum.
He poured it all over the body with a "gurgle," from head to toe, ticulously, leaving nothing untouched.
Then he picked up a lighter and with a "click," he ignited the fla.
"Huh."
Taking a deep breath, just as he was about to throw the lighter in, his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated.
Chen Yu looked puzzled, put away the lighter, and took out his phone.
He checked it and found a friend request notification for a friend add.
The outrageous part was that this "friend" did not need him to click accept; it forcefully appeared in his friend list.
And sent him a ssage.
Fate: [Hello, good evening.]
Frowning slightly, Chen Yu looked down at the body soaked in gasoline in the pit and typed quickly with his thumbs: [Who's this?]
Fate: [Little brother, although I said I wouldn't hold you responsible, aren't you being too crappy? You forgot about in just a few hours.]
[So it's Her Highness the Princess. Sorry, I didn't recognize you.]
Fate: [No need to be so cautious. Our chat line is set up separately, with ssages burning after reading. Don't worry about the victim discovering it.]
Chen Yu: "..."
Fate: [Bring back the fervor you had when you wanted to kill !]
Chen Yu: "..."
In the chat window, the Princess sent a pet cat emoji and said: [Heard you went out of town? Looks like you still have so energy to run.]
Chen Yu: [You're monitoring .]
Fate: [I'm not monitoring you; it's just that my network of information actively reported it to . Where did you go so late at night?]
Chen Yu: [Do you have anything else? If not, I'm quite busy.]
Fate: [Ha, knowing our chat won't be exposed, little brother, you are acting tough again, eh? Blondie, that's the spirit! I look forward to our future confrontations.]
Chen Yu rubbed his forehead and felt a headache coming on.
Fate: [Then go ahead with your business, I'm going to sleep. Today was too fulfilling, in every sense of the word. (Dog face emoji)]
Scrolling the screen, Chen Yu tried to remove the Princess from his friends.
As expected, the deletion failed.
"Sigh."
He sighed, exited the chat interface, and found that his bulky neighbor had sent him a ssage at so point.
Sage: [Chen Yu! Big trouble! Our graduation assessnt might be screwed!]
Chen Yu's complexion changed slightly, and he typed imdiately: [What happened?]
The other end replied in a second: [Points! We didn't even realize that the graduation assessnt consus points! Ten points are needed just to sign up for participation! It's over.]
Upon reading the ssage, Chen Yu breathed a sigh of relief: [So it's about that. I've known for a while. Transcendents need to spend points for every promotion assessnt.]
Sage: [Aren't you worried? The assessnt starts in just over ten days, and we Transcendents of F-grade can only do F-grade tasks, which at most give one point per task! The likelihood is 0.2 to 0.8 points, we can't amass ten points!]
Chen Yu: [No need to amass, I already have ten points.]
Sage: [What the fuck! When did you get them!!!]
Chen Yu: [I did a D-grade special task half a month ago and got 10 points.]
Sage: [Yu! Lend 5 points! With the remaining days, we can both gather enough points for ten!]
Chen Yu: [Dream on. I'm busy, bye.]
He turned off the screen and pocketed the phone.
Chen Yu crouched in front of the grave, once again lighting the lighter.
Points were hard currency in the Transcendent community and extrely valuable.
F-grade ability users could only earn points by doing lower-end tasks such as sparring (punching bags) or escorting (hired muscle).
He was so busy every day, "collecting corpses" was already enough; he might also have to go to the palace to be a "donkey" for a day every now and then, let alone have ti to do any heavy lifting.
"Whoosh—"
He tossed the lighter into the pit.
In an instant, roaring flas engulfed the pit.
Chen Yu, not minding the scorching heat, leaned in to watch closely for the title change above the corpse's head.
Five minutes later.
The title changed.
From [Stinking Dead Corpse], it turned into [Fragrant Dead Corpse].
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Chen Yu: "...Fuck!"
Cursing, he quickly stood up and pushed the earth next to the grave into the pit to quash the flas.
"No good."
"The title is changing too quickly."
"And it's changing into sothing wrong."
Standing there, his face looked terrible.
Chen Yu pondered how to get the title of this corpse to change drastically.
"Perhaps... I could try a hydraulic press."
"Or sothing like a shredder."
Picking up a shovel, he dug out the smoking corpse again.
He had looked from head to toe and only saw four replicable abilities.
And all of them were useless.
"Let's raise it for a while longer."
Sighing, Chen Yu "dug" and buried the corpse again, covered it with soil, and waited for the one-eyed man to rot again and revert to a [Stinking Dead Corpse].
The corpse: "..."
"As for this."
Chen Yu looked toward the man with sunglasses who had been turned into a mince: "There might still be a chance to 'farm' further."
He rembered that among all the titles he had "awakened," there were both [Feces] and [Expired Feces].
Clearly, there was potential for further action!
With that thought, Chen Yu acted upon it. He bent his knees and leapt! Vanishing into the jungle of West Mountain.
Returning five minutes later, he caught a massive wild dog.
"Eat up," Chen Yu pointed to the ground and told the wild dog, "Eat it all."
...
He fashioned a makeshift rope from the tattered clothes of the corpse and used it to tie up the dog who was feasting.
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