173: Kill him if he changes color.
In the alley, the young man ran breathlessly, his old T-shirt already soaked with sweat.
His name was Ling Feitian. Three days ago, he inexplicably appeared in this world, with only a jumble of blurry memory fragments in his mind.
He vaguely remembered that he was originally just an ordinary person from an ordinary world…
No one expected that a sudden accident would send him to this fantasy game world of the New Era.
He had just awakened his “Golden Finger” today and was preparing to show off, but then he was surrounded by these thugs.
These thugs were all levels ten or twenty, while he had just barely reached single digits… The gap was not small.
Today was truly a day of bad luck!
He was just about to use his Golden Finger to make a grand display, but then he ran into this group of people. He wanted to make a big show, but it completely backfired.
“Stop! You little brat!” The thugs behind him were getting closer.
“Damn it, you dare to piss on our heads? See if I don’t beat the shit out of you!”
Ling Feitian was chased into a dead end, leaning against the wall, gasping for breath in despair.
Just then, he noticed that among the pursuers, a red-haired thug suddenly stopped, clutching his head and squatting on the ground in pain.
“Ah—!!!”
A scream that didn’t sound human echoed through the alley.
The others were also startled.
“Boss, don’t scare us, what’s wrong with you?”
“Yeah, yeah, we can deal with this little brat right away, don’t do anything scary.”
The red-haired thug’s scream abruptly stopped, replaced by a low, majestic cold snort:
“Shut up.”
He slowly raised his head, his eyes flashing with sharp sword light.
His originally dyed red hair instantly turned silver-white like snow.
“B-boss?” The other thugs retreated in fear.
“Boss?”
The red-haired man—or rather, the current Wen Tian Sword Master—was looking down, recalling the red-haired man’s memories in his mind.
Blue Star, New Era, Abyss, killing monsters to level up…
These strange and absurd pieces of information surged in his mind.
Slap!
Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and slapped himself across the face.
Without knowing if the world before him was an illusion, this was the most direct test method.
But—it really hurt, and the world hadn’t changed at all.
“Not an illusion?”
Wen Tian Sword Master frowned slightly, looking down at this unfamiliar body.
He could feel the faint power within him, and… the red-haired man’s soul, which had completely dissipated in his sea of consciousness.
His expression gradually calmed down, his gaze sweeping like a sword over the remaining thugs.
“Since I have borrowed your body, I shall resolve this karma for you.”
“B-boss? Don’t scare us…” A yellow-haired thug retreated in fear.
They were completely confused, only feeling that this boss was like a different person from before.
Especially that gaze just now, it was as cold and emotionless as if he was looking at ants.
It gave them the illusion that they could be strangled by their own boss at any moment.
After reviewing the memories in his mind, Wen Tian Sword Master immediately understood that these guys were not good people.
However, since he inherited the karma of this red-haired body, he couldn’t casually kill them.
So he coldly glanced at these annoying small-time thugs, his tone flat but with an undeniable authority:
“Scram.”
One word, like a heavy hammer striking their hearts.
The thugs were scared out of their wits, scrambling away clean.
Ling Feitian, hiding to the side, watched all of this dumbfounded, completely bewildered.
He didn’t understand why the red-haired man who had just been chasing him suddenly changed his demeanor.
The wisest course of action right now was to hide himself as much as possible, not be discovered, or simply be ignored.
He didn’t want to be instantly wiped out right after awakening his Golden Finger.
However, Wen Tian Sword Master did not ignore him.
Because—this guy, in his memories, had genuinely pissed on his head!
He could even still smell a faint stench now.
Although the body at that time was still the original “red-haired man,” to Wen Tian Sword Master, with this memory, it was a naked humiliation!
Therefore, this person must die.
His gaze was icy, locking onto Ling Feitian, as a faint but sharp sword qi condensed on his fingertip.
“Just an ant, his death is no pity.”
Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed.
Ling Feitian’s head was severed, soaring into the air.
And Wen Tian Sword Master turned and left without looking back.
Just as he left,
A strange scene occurred—
Ling Feitian’s headless corpse began to slowly squirm, flesh and blood seemingly gaining Life, slowly reattaching the severed head to his neck.
The head landed, and blood gushed out.
But the blood didn’t seep into the ground; instead, it twisted like a living thing, flowing back into the wound.
“Hoo… hoo…”
Gasping sounds came from the reconnected head, as if declaring: He was still alive.
Ling Feitian, who should have died, suddenly took a sharp breath, and then, his head actually reattached itself to his neck, and the wound healed rapidly at a visible speed.
“Holy crap… I almost really died.”
He touched his neck, still shaken. That instant of icy death was still clearly etched in his mind.
Fortunately, he had exchanged for a Revival Coin before death approached, otherwise he would have been long gone by now.
“Consumed 100 points of Fantasy Energy to exchange for a Revival Coin.”
“Remaining Fantasy Energy: 28”
That’s right, this was his Golden Finger—Void Fantasy.
Or rather, it was his innate ability.
It’s just that this talent was ridiculously powerful, so he thought this must be the legendary protagonist’s halo.
He spent 10 points of Fantasy Energy to turn this ability into a simple system panel.
As for how to obtain Fantasy Energy?
It was actually very simple—as long as someone generated various fantasies about Ling Feitian, such as resentment, anger, jealousy, etc., he could gain energy. The easiest to trigger was anger.
So how did he operate?
Very simple, find a rooftop, and pee down.
The result was that it immediately drew a barrage of curses about his ancestors, instantly accumulating over 100 points of Fantasy Energy for him.
But then the problem arose—he was targeted by a group of thugs.
Originally, he thought it was just a small matter, but these people were high-leveled and stubborn.
The red-haired leader was actually level 25!
The others were at least level 18.
And he himself… was only level 7.
Even if he used all those 100-plus points of Fantasy Energy to level up, he could at most only reach level 12.
The rules here in Daxia are strict; you can’t just kill people. At most, he would just pee and get cursed at.
He didn’t expect that this time he had provoked not ordinary people, but some ruthless characters who wanted to stab him a few times just because they disliked him.
So he only had one thought: run if he could, and if he couldn’t, at most he would get stabbed once or twice.
Anyway, he could recover with 10 points of Fantasy Energy, and he had already earned it back, so it wasn’t a loss at all.
But he never expected that the red-haired man would suddenly shout, change color, and then…
Directly kill him.