Li Changan broke the corpse's arm and fingers, seizing what the dying man had clung to so tightly.
"It's a glove."
After rummaging through it again, Li Changan helplessly discovered that there really was only one glove, half a glove, with a strange circular pattern on the back like a closed eye.
He tugged hard at the glove. Unexpectedly, it was extremely durable; even with his strength, he couldn't deform the glove at all.
"How strange. This seems to be a treasure, but I don't see anything special about it. Although it's very sturdy, you can buy gloves that are just as good from stores outside." Li Changan handed the glove to Wen Anran.
Wen Anran didn't take it right away. He shook his head. "Compared to me, you need the treasure more. No matter what effect it has, it's definitely better than just your fists."
"No." Li Changan resolutely shook his head and forcibly put it in Wen Anran's hand. "You don't know how intense the competition is in the military department. If you want better resources and more power, you have to demonstrate absolute strength."
"[Avoiding Bad Luck] is a good superpower, but you're too weak yourself and likely to be bullied in the military department. Someone might even try to trip you up. Let's research the abilities of this glove a bit more."
Wen Anran shook his head again. "No need to research further. I even know how that guy died now."
He handed the glove back to Li Changan and held out his hand with a frown. "As soon as I hold this glove, I feel my superpower running less smoothly. Even now that I've put it down, it still feels the same."
"Wait a little longer and see if my guess is wrong."
He didn't have to wait long, about half a minute later. The strange obstructed feeling disappeared. Wen Anran tried it several times to finally get a definite answer.
"Anyone touched by this glove will temporarily have impaired superpowers and won't be able to use them as freely as usual. There will be some delay, and the power of superpowers will also decrease, returning to normal after half a minute."
After listening, Li Changan put on the glove. "I understand. After killing Charles, I'll give this back to you. You should keep wearing it. It might become your trump card."
"You idiot, I don't want it." Wen Anran immediately walked away and squatted next to the giant rat. "Why do you think this person found a treasure? Was it luck?"
Squatting next to Wen Anran, Li Changan frowned thoughtfully.
After a moment, Li Changan shook his head. "I don't think it was luck. I've been suspecting all along that the Trial Ground is a real space, parallel to the world we're in. Evidence is that this place is almost identical to my hometown."
Recalling the copper sparrow in his arms, Li Changan went on, "Some people may have already known of the existence of this place before the Trial Ground appeared. They understand much more about this place than us! He was probably one of those insiders. Otherwise..."
Li Changan didn't finish, but Wen Anran already understood. The border of the trial site, a mutated old rat, none of this existed in any special place. It seemed to contain coincidence, but too much coincidence was equivalent to inevitability.
Next, Li Changan told Wen Anran his guesses about the similarities here to Beicheng, as well as what he had seen in other trial grounds before.
The killing that should have been tense and terrifying took on a leisurely feeling after the two met. Li Changan even had time to teach Wen Anran his survival skills.
"He really is like a beast." Wen Anran could only helplessly ridicule him. All of Li Changan's survival skills came from the wilderness. For him with no superpowers, hunting monsters was much harder than other superhumans.
Li Changan squatted at the side and lit a bonfire, heating cans over the fire. Not far away, Wen Anran lay prostrate on the ground practicing moving with his limbs.
"Stop practicing." Li Changan suddenly spoke, taking down the can and putting it in a bowl with cold water to cool the can for Wen Anran to eat.
"Why? I just got the knack of it." Wen Anran actually hoped not to practice. This posture was really too embarrassing.
Li Changan stood up and looked into the distance. "San Zhenghe is here. I didn't expect she would choose us as her target, probably because she discovered me."
"Aren't you running?" Wen Anran looked up at the sky. The number of people displayed on the counter was less than twenty, and Li Changan had also fallen from third place. Now in third was San Zhenghe.
Thirteen minutes!
In just half a day, the number of people killed by her had skyrocketed.
"Can't run. I have to fight this battle. I'll go meet her ahead and fight her first. You hurry up and eat." Li Changan leaped over the wall and charged toward San Zhenghe's direction. Rather than confront her face-to-face, he might as well try to ambush her.
"Should be okay." Wen Anran picked up the bowl. His superpower didn't sense too much danger, but it only worked for himself and couldn't see whether it was fortune or calamity for Li Changan to go.
He could only reverse his reasoning — Li Changan being fine means I'm fine, so me being fine also means Li Changan is fine!
San Zhenghe strolled among the weeds. Of course she knew she could use points to query the locations of opponents, but finding Li Changan didn't cost any points. After killing some opponents, she happened to discover traces of Li Changan and followed them all the way.
On the way, she also killed over ten opponents who tried to sneak attack her, so her points rose to third place. Now Charles was at the other end of the city with no one to disturb her.
As San Zhenghe walked, she suddenly stopped and looked around, smiling charmingly, "You should have noticed I'm looking for you, so you shouldn't miss a suitable ambush spot like this, right?"
Like a corpse, Li Changan hiding in the corner did not respond. A qualified hunter should not reveal himself until he strikes his prey, even if the opponent seems to have discovered him.
Until the critical moment, the hunter's weapon should not reveal its sharpness.
"Don't keep hiding. You know I can see traces now. Thanks to you, when hunting that archer, I became a little stronger. Now I can see the traces aura leaves in the air." San Zhenghe drew her knife, stepping toward Li Changan's hiding spot.
My limit is two steps, about one meter. After this woman draws her knife and extends her arm, she will definitely attack me first, so I need to dodge the first slash! Li Changan stopped breathing, his heartbeat thudding to a halt.
"Strange." San Zhenghe stopped. The traces there suddenly disappeared, but in the breath she was puzzled, the aura reappeared. Before she could react, Li Changan had already rushed out from the pile of rubble, lunging at her.
Three steps! Li Changan stared fixedly at San Zhenghe, not even daring to blink. He had to remember every slash of her knife!
I can win!
Even if I don't have a superpower, weapons from my family background, even if you all see me as a pig or dog, I can still kill you!
The blood in his whole body seemed to boil. A feeling he had never experienced before welled up in his heart.
From young till now, Li Changan felt the passion of youth for the first time.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
