"Name."
"Zhou Ke."
"Age."
"17."
The short, stout police officer across from him looked up and frowned.
"Tell the truth!"
"I really am 17..." Zhou Ke replied innocently.
"Bullshit!" The officer slammed the table. "You're definitely 18!"
The tall, thin officer beside him intervened.
"Hey now, let's keep it professional."
Then, with a friendly smile, he asked, "Young man, if your parents knew you broke the law, wouldn’t they be heartbroken?"
"My parents are dead."
The two officers froze for a second.
"...Sorry."
The stout officer cleared his throat. "Let’s talk about why you used your [supernatural ability]."
Zhou Ke blinked.
"What do you mean?"
"Playing dumb, huh?" The stout officer tapped the table with his pen.
"Someone reported that you conjured coins and a phone out of thin air in front of countless [commoners], and even caused a city-wide blackout for five seconds!"
Commoners...
The term sounded odd at first, but in this world, it was perfectly normal.
Zhou Ke was a transmigrator. He had crossed over from Earth to this world as a child.
However, the technological level and environment here were almost identical to Earth.
The only difference was that Dragon Country’s political system was a monarchy with nobles—kings, aristocrats, and commoners.
Commoners were poor, while nobles were divided into tiers—the high nobles held power and wealth, while the lower nobles were only slightly better off than commoners.
"Not just commoners—that woman in red had an LV bag. She must’ve been a noble..."
"That’s not the point! The point is you used a supernatural ability!!"
"Ah, first of all, I appreciate the compliment on my magic skills. But let me clarify—it was all fake."
"Fake?" The two officers exchanged glances.
"Exactly! When I 'conjured' the coin, I’d already hidden one in my palm and placed it behind the phone..."
Zhou Ke grew excited as he explained the mechanics behind his tricks:
"And the phone I threw into the river was a dummy. The real one was slipped back into her bag..."
"As for the blackout and the building’s light show, I bribed an electrician. Cost me a fortune... Tsk tsk, hurts just thinking about it..."
Pfft.
The tall officer let out a laugh.
Zhou Ke frowned. "What’s so funny?"
"I thought of something happy."
Pfft.
The stout officer couldn’t hold back either.
"And you?"
He covered his mouth.
"My wife just had a baby."
"I’m not joking here!"
The officers instantly regained their composure, faces stern again.
"Mr. Zhou, let’s cut to the chase."
"You’ve violated Article One of the [Noble Code]: No displaying magic in front of commoners!"
"But I am a commoner..."
"Nonsense! You’re clearly a student from [Dragon Kingdom Noble School]!"
"I’m really not a noble, let alone able to afford that school..."
No matter how much Zhou Ke protested, the officers stubbornly insisted he had used magic.
"Fine, fine. How much’s the fine?" Zhou Ke sighed, as if dealing with people who refused to listen.
"No fine." The officers exchanged another glance before uttering a single word:
"Death penalty."
"Excuse me?"
Zhou Ke thought he misheard. "Seriously? For a magic show?"
"And this supernatural ability stuff—I genuinely don’t get it!"
"Forget it. I’m outta here. Later, officers!"
Zhou Ke stood up, raised his hands, and shook the silver cuffs as if trying to break free.
The stout officer immediately reached to grab him.
The next second—
Snap!
The cuffs slipped off Zhou Ke’s wrists and clamped onto the officer’s hands instead!
Zhou Ke put on an innocent face.
"Oops, my bad. How’d they end up on you?"
"You—!"
The officer nearly lost his temper, but instead, he closed his eyes and muttered a strange incantation:
"[Diamond] shapes all things, severing the mundane in [two]!"
Diamond... what the hell?
Before Zhou Ke could process it—
Crack.
The cuffs split cleanly in half.
Now it was Zhou Ke’s turn to be stunned.
Wait, you’re for real?
A weird chant and the cuffs just... broke?
Zhou Ke had used a hidden wire to pick the lock earlier, then relied on momentum to transfer the cuffs to the officer.
But this guy didn’t use any tools at all!
Zhou Ke sat back down. "So you’re in the business too? What’s your trick—where’d you hide the wire?"
The officer looked baffled. "What business? I used a supernatural ability. Here, this [Divine Card]."
He pulled out a [playing card] from his wallet.
Two of Diamonds.
"A playing card can break handcuffs?"
"Why not? This is the Two of Diamonds’ exclusive ability: Splits any object in two!"
"The gods bestowed it on me when I turned [18]. Ah, good times..." The officer suddenly realized:
"Wait, don’t you have one too?"
Zhou Ke spread his empty hands. "I’ve got nothing."
"You didn’t receive a Divine Card on your 18th birthday?"
"I told you, I’m only 17..."
The officers shared another look.
"So when’s your birthday?"
Zhou Ke checked his watch:
"5..."
"Five days? Happy early birthday."
"4..."
"Huh?"
"3... 2... 1!"
Beep beep beep—
The clock struck midnight.
Zhou Ke was officially 18.
BOOM!!!
His entire body erupted in radiant light!
A strange sensation surged through him, as if something powerful stirred within.
In an instant, his palm began to glow.
A blinding flash—
A [playing card] materialized midair, slowly rotating.
Zhou Ke caught it, and the light faded.
What is this?
He examined the card in his hand.
Wasn’t this just the [Joker] from a deck of cards?
The back was intricately patterned, while the front bore the image of a jester.
In the corners were the letters—"JOKER."
Suddenly, a sharp voice echoed in his mind.
[Divine Card: JOKER (Unique)]
[Ability: Wields the powers of all other cards!]
[Activation Condition: Concealment.]
[Condition met. Ability activated automatically!]
[Randomly selecting another ability...]
The card in his hand rapidly transformed, settling on a new design.
This one depicted a stern king, with club symbols in the corners and the letter "K."
[King of Clubs]
[Ability: Alters the probability of events.]
[Note: After use, this card reverts to JOKER.]
The two officers gaped at Zhou Ke, utterly speechless.
"So this ‘Divine Card’ you mentioned—is it this?" Zhou Ke waved the King of Clubs.
The officers snapped out of their daze. "You... really just turned 18?"
Zhou Ke pulled out his ID card and handed it to the two officers.
"Genuine as they come."
The next second—
"Our deepest apologies for the inconvenience!"
Both policemen bowed in unison.
They escorted Zhou Ke to the police station entrance.
"Young man, feel free to visit again!"
Zhou Ke waved with a polite smile while thinking to himself: What a joke.
...
After half an hour of walking through the dimly lit streets, he finally reached home.
Staring at his shabby little apartment, Zhou Ke sighed.
"Why did I have to transmigrate into some broke commoner’s body a decade ago instead of a noble…?"
He reached into his pocket for the keys.
?
His fingers brushed against a small slip of paper.
It carried a faint trace of perfume.
Written in elegant red ink were a few striking words—
[Tomorrow, I’ll come for you.]
Zhou Ke frowned.
The scent lingered on the note.
"This fragrance… Could it be that woman in red?"
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