Chapter 276: Killing 1 in 10 steps

The kick appeared to be rather light; yet upon impact, his bone arched ninety degrees forward as an eerie white bone splintered out. The gunner rolled on the floor as he wailed in agony, beads of cold sweat rolling down, retaliation was the last thing on his mind!

Sheyan ignored him, stepping over him as he swung his head round and glared at Crab.

“Pardon my lack of manners, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Sheyan, hmm, my other status is also the older brother of that Sanzi you captured.”

Crab staggered back several steps, his face brimming with disbelief.

“You……you……how is this possible?”

Sheyan raised his finger and shook it.

“Nothing is impossible.”

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This advertising phrase Sheyan borrowed, did not carry a single trace of humour.

“Right, I have to inform you. In the next 10 seconds if you do not tell me where Sanzi is, then get ready to turn into a cripple.”

Crab panted heavily; still feeling secure because of the pistol in his hand, he couldn’t understand Sheyan’s intentions. Sheyan a person that always kept to his words. After 10 seconds, the wretched cries of Crab reverberated inside the gambling den. His left ankle had been stomped on by Sheyan, instantly decimating his bones, so gory that amputation was the only solution left to it.

Even though Crab shot another 3 rounds at Sheyan; but to his horror, when a round collided against Sheyan’s skull, it bounced off, while the other two lodged into his flesh. Yet Sheyan was completely nonchalant, flexing his muscles as the bullet rounds were forcefully propelled out of his flesh. “Clank” It bounced against the floor!

Such a ridiculously unbelievable scene totally crushed Crab’s mentality. Hence, without leaving out a single detail, he regurgitated everything to Sheyan.

In actual fact, Crab had always been receiving his goods from his superior’s boss. This extensive hierarchical layers when it reached him, provided only low earnings. In the end by chance, he got to know several people from the Major Ring gang. Through them, he was connected to viets, and they became his supplier. Receiving goods directly now, naturally the money came rolling in.

But this matter ultimately couldn’t be kept a secret; his big brother got wind of it and wanted to punish him by the books. Crab was no pushover, fostering assistance from the viets, he managed to get rid of his big brother. He had guns and money, naturally underlings would pledge their support towards him. Unknowingly, he had gradually turned into the viet’s puppets. As for his two ‘bodyguards’, they were actually gunmen sent by the Viets.

Just a while back, the Viets placed up a wanted list of a bunch of fishermen, scribbling Sheyan and everyone else’s names and features on it. Yesterday, an informant reported sighting of someone they were looking for. When they arrived, Sanzi was coincidentally squatted at a corner wolfing down a bowl of fishballs. Contrary to the details, Sanzi wasn’t a coward like what they described, he was exceedingly stubborn. After a day of interrogation, he still didn’t utter a single word.

Sheyan managed to obtain the information he desired the most – the location of Sanzi’s captivity. It was inside a lavish high-class club not too far from here. Of course, within it were all thugs and scum like Crab. After Crab had lost his usefulness, Sheyan proceeded to question the other gunman, but the gunman remained tight-lipped. Sheyan blatantly crushed his neck, and didn’t bother sparing Crab even after he begged miserably. He held no mercy for people daring to harm him or his family.

After a organizing himself, he casually changed into one of the dead man’s shirt, because his was tattered from the firing. He wasn’t worried that the police would pursue him. For internal conflicts within the underground society, even intense crossfires, several policemen would actually look favourably on it.

If those hooligans with guns survived, the policemen would actually be exposing themselves to greater risks when they pursued them, or interfered in gang fights. But even if the police did happen to chance upon here, Sheyan wasn’t worried; besides detective shows on televisions were all a farce, and the rate of solving a case was not even 20%. There was no such thing as a freak like Sherlock Holmes, but even if they did trace it back to Sheyan, the ones worrying wouldn’t be him but the policemen instead……

The lavish club wasn’t far from here, it only took him 5 minutes to arrive. After forking a small fee of 3,000 Hong Kong dollars, he easily reached the peak of this club. The place gave off a stifling secured feeling; only two kinds of people stayed here, one was distinguished guest, and the other convicts.

Naturally, Sheyan’s low-key passage was finally halted by 2 massive security guards, trying to bribe them was futile. It was like trying to offer them a generous toast, yet they chose to have it splashed against their faces instead. Fortunately, even though Sheyan was on a killing spree, he wasn’t willing to be so lethal on those that were completely unrelated. Hence, he only knocked them out cold.

The penthouse had an interior design of a traditional Japanese style; tatami mats were laid orderly over the ground. The elegant wall partitions along with the flower-bud shaped lanterns provided a serene atmosphere. Looking carefully, the penthouse had roughly dozens of rooms. Crab had mentioned that they kept Sanzi there for convenience of the Viets to collect him, but he didn’t mention his exact detailed location. Sheyan hadn’t anticipated such an immense penthouse. He was afraid that these thugs keeping watch over Sanzi would be startled and harm him, but to search room by room would be extremely inconvenient; just like a mouse trying to pull a tortoise, clueless on where to begin.

Helplessly, Sheyan dragged two of the bodyguards in and try to wake them up. However, his actions were too harsh, and the two unlucky brats were totally out cold. After realizing things were going nowhere, he tossed them into random storeroom and allowed them to continue sleeping. Changing into the body guard’s uniform, he stood at the door awaiting incoming patrons.

Normally, things were get heated up only around 6 in the afternoon, it was only mid noon now, and was still pretty peaceful. After a brief wait, a graceful young woman came entered. She was hoisting a tray with a delicate tea set above it. She looked refined and elegant, appearing full of class, probably a server within this penthouse.

Sheyan upon examining her appearance, walked ahead and obstructed her.

“Lady, may I know where Crab bro stays?”

That woman sweeped through Sheyan’s security guard uniform, and completely ignored him as she continued advancing. Sheyan was afraid of the repercussions of dragging too long; it wasn’t easy to come across her, hence he wouldn’t give up so easily. His face turned solemn and he tugged at her uniform.

“Where does Crab stay, speak!”

“こんな無禮なことをするとは!” The woman berated him coldly.

Sheyan was instantly stupefied, he didn’t expect this woman to be Japanese.

Suddenly, two young males in black suits appeared in the passageway ahead. They were casually looking around, and when they saw this commotion, they scolded loudly and rushed here. Because of Sheyan’s action of pulling against the woman’s clothes, it was easy for others to misinterpret him trying to take advantage of her.

One of the male shouted in Japanese, while the other in Chinese, both trying to get Sheyan to lay off her. When they reached, they instantly acted! Slaps/fists/kicks, everything happened in a flurry. If Sheyan was an ordinary person, he would’ve long ago been beaten down to the ground.

Sheyan initially tried to acknowledge his wrongdoings, he tried dodging and blocking but wasn’t willing to retaliate. But once those males realized their fists were landing nothing, they turned furious from shame and drew out a shimmering dagger from their waist. Upon seeing this, Sheyan’s aggression was ignited. This daddy here… even if I wanted to harass your mother, It doesn’t warrant a death right? Although he was unwilling to slaughter his way in, these fools had to trigger his inner ruthlessness. He backed away from the woman, fleeing backwards swiftly.

How would they know they were walking towards their own demise? Naturally, they chased him into the storeroom. When they entered, Sheyan who was waiting for them immediately blocked off their way out. They japanese thrusted his dagger forward. Sheyan’s eyes flickered with a bloodlusted chill, extending his fist out to meet the dagger!

Bare flesh vs steel!

Chapter 277: Brittle bones

As the dagger pressed in, the Japanese man felt an unexplainable massive oppression against his hand. The dagger distorted and flew out of his hand, the webbing between his fingers stained with blood.

Yet Sheyan’s fist didn’t stop there, whizzing forward with a violent oppression, threatening to explode in the Jap’s face. The Jap curled his arms into a perfect defensive posture, like he had gone through wrestling training before.

But it was futile.

It couldn’t even delay the blow slightly.

With the might of 4 times the average man, his fist collided heavily. It was identical to fate, nothing could stop it! So what if his defence was perfectly positioned? The Japanese man was instantly sent flying, his head slamming into the wall behind. Slumping to the ground, he left behind an awful sickening blood stain on the wall! If he wasn’t dead, he would be crippled at least!

After releasing his fist, Sheyan didn’t bother looking at his tragic ending. His feet crossed back towards the door, sealing of the entrance as he stared at the other shocked personnel.

“You wish to live, or die?”

The other guy was completely shaken up, he swallowed his saliva and stammered.

“Are you from the Fourseas gang or Heaven union? Going against our Union Bamboo gang, the only way out is death!”

Sheyan paid no attention to his words, he offered coldly.

“Do you know where Crab stays?”

“Crab?” This person was confused.

Sheyan continued.

“About 30 years old, triangle eye, partitioned brows, thick lips, looks like he owes a huge amount of money to others.”

“I know, I know. At the end of the corridor to the right.”

He hurriedly answered.

Sheyan nodded. To prevent unwanted haggling, he knocked him unconscious as he walked out to the corridor. But at the moment he walked out, a chilling voice travelled towards him.

“Stop, unless you want your brains to be spilled.”

Sheyan frowned, glancing sideways slightly and saw a middle aged male behind him; the male was pointing a pistol installed with a silencer towards him. That middle aged male had tremendously steady hands, as though the pistol was a part of his hand; emitted the composure of a serial killer.

Sheyan could feel the influence of the United Bamboo gang. He had only wished to seek for directions, but landed himself into a mess. If he was alone, then it would be fine; but he was here to rescue Sanzi, he had to be cautious in case Sanzi became an innocent collateral. Killing one is considered a murderer, killing ten would also be considered a murderer. Then why not uproot every single hidden danger now, to ensure a clean escape after his rescue.

Thinking of that, his eyes blazed for bloodshed, and he halted his footsteps.

“Hands behind your head, face the wall and squat.”

The middle aged man gently ordered.

Sheyan remained expressionless, following his orders. Someone proceeded to search him, letting him off after confirming he did not have any additional weapon. Then another person walked in with a vexed tone.

“Song Xiajun and Stone are dead!”

Actually, Sheyan only killed that Song Xiajun. That taiwanese named Stone had only fainted, but probably because of the horrid state of Song Xiajun, the impression of a cold blooded killer had already been formed. The middle aged man wasn’t affected the slightest, as though he was so familiar with death. He lead Sheyan towards the side passage at gunpoint.

“Go in.”

Sheyan had the same sentiments; if he were to start a massacre in the open corridor, he would really disturb the peace here and cause unnecessary trouble for himself. Similarly, the United Bamboo gang was having the same thoughts. Hence, Sheyan cooperated fully as he walked along the passage and entered into a room.

The room was rather spacious, about 300 square metres. The furniture was pasted to the wall, allowing a broad space in the middle. Just like a performing stage, the floor had a glossy smooth appearance.

The glossy wooden flooring had been cleaned thoroughly, even reflecting a person’s figure. Opposite the door at the window, was a backfacing person dressed in snow white kimono. He seemed to be appreciating a drawing hung on the wall. To his side was a delicate weapon shelf, displaying an ancient katana. That woman that he had harassed earlier was present and had changed into a kimono, currently bending her back as she poured tea. She was totally focused on the tea, completely uncaring about the current situation.

Several people were kneeling inside the room; clad in black suit, white socks with their sandals at the side. Sheyan caught whiff of an awful stench, obviously someone here had athlete’s foot. Amongst them, a dignified looking middle aged male roughly in his forties, broke the silence.

“Huan, what’s the matter?”

Huan unhurriedly replied.

“Chairman, this man killed Song Xiajun and Stone. I suspect he is from another gang sent here to spy on our meeting.”

Sheyan observed as the last guy entered the room, closing the door shut behind him, his heart was firm. His face turned sullen, as he cracked his neck and started warming up his arms. Huan’s berated out furiously.

“Stop moving! This is the final warning!”

Sheyan replied boldly.

“I also issue out my final warning. Anyone who thinks of killing me will die.”

Upon hearing his words, everyone present leaked out a taunting expression. Only that man clad in snow white kimono was silent, as though completely engrossed with his painting. He reached out to feel the painting.

“Woah! So fierce? Little shit.” Huan mocked sarcastically. “Let me kill you now, let’s see how I die.”

As his words faded, Sheyan suddenly sprung up like a savagely wild beast! Without hesitation, Huan pressed the trigger. A muffled echo followed by white spiralling fumes filled the room. He could even hear the bullet puncturing into flesh, blood filled his vision. Yet this man didn’t fall. Instead, he faced right up to him! A provocative, overbearing stare pierced insanely towards him.

“Why isn’t he dead?” An unfathomable notion filled Huan’s mind. His instinctive reaction was to immediately shout for help.

But in this instance, Sheyan’s uppercut fist had arrived against his chin!

His vocal capabilities, had now ceased to exist!

That uppercut directly sent Huan flying up, lifting him from the ground highly as he made an awkward flip and crashed to the ground! Huan was a middle aged male with tall stature, his height was 190 cm, trained in fighting and was nearly 90 kg. Yet one uppercut sent him up off the ground by half a metre. The formidable might hidden inside the fist was completely out of everyone’s imagination.

In mid air, a chunk of flesh like a tongue drifted down. In actual fact before Sheyan landed his fist, Huan was about to call for help with his mouth opened. Hence, the moment the tremendous force connected, his jaw shattered, slamming his teeth shut as he chomped against his tongue, severing it completely. Blood and saliva bubbled out from his mouth, his eyes white as he fainted. Even if he didn’t die, he would suffer from a severe concussion!

At that instance, the others were definitely not idle. They were the elites of the United Bamboo gang, and were the primary guards of the ‘chairman’. Pulling out their guns, they took aim and fired. Their movements were so smooth, it wasn’t the least bit inferior to a militant.

However, Sheyan was a person who had battled between life and death in the realm, his combat experience abundant, why would he just allow them to shoot him idly. While executing his uppercut, he had already prepared his next course of action.

After sending Huan flying, he darted towards the nearest gunman behind, punching him in the chest; dragging him to the front, as he used him as a meat shield!

“Pew pew pew pew!” The muffled gunfire sounds continued to sound out. Blood sprayed in all directions, holes formed against the wooden walls. In the end, it failed to connect with their target. That unlucky brat that Sheyan used as hostage was already struggling as death’s door after his punch, and instantly gave up as the bullets pierced his body.

Sheyan dragged the corpse as he charged towards the nearest guy. Upon shortening the gap to 3 metres, he flashed out like a demon, sweeping his arm straight against that guy; flipping him into the air, as the poor fella made a 470 degrees flip before landing.

Within the next few seconds, the beast like Sheyan wrecked havoc within this room. Even though he sustained 3 gunshot wounds, every bullet only dealt a non threatening 20 damage to him. Yet those that opened fire against him, probably wouldn’t be able to stand for the rest of their lives.

Chapter 278: Katana

Sheyan surveyed the room, noticing that japanese still had his back facing them; as though he was completely oblivious. The female too, was diligently brewing tea without the slightest disturbance. Instead, spilt tea droplets exposed her nervousness.

The Chairman of the United Bamboo gang looked at Sheyan with an ashen expression; his eyes about to pop out, slapping both hands onto the wooden floor he exclaimed.

“Come, do it!” The Fourseas gang was able to hire a monster like you, it is indeed I, Gu Yuean’s misfortune!”

The person that Sheyan just killed was called Huan, as for the chairman, his name was coincidentally Gu Yuean. Yet Sheyan couldn’t be bothered with him, casting aside his shirt filled with bullet holes as he stripped off a black suit from one of the corpses, and wore it. Preparing to walk out, the Gu Yuean’s eyes widened with shock.

(TN: Hu-an (��) is almost identical to Gu Yuean (���°�) in chinese)

“You’re not going to kill me? You’re actually not going to? What game are you trying to play?”

Sheyan turned around with a frustrated look.

“Didn’t you hear me? Whoever tries to kill me, will die! If you had fired against me, I would surely destroy you. The only reason you’re still alive, is that you didn’t open fire against me.”

Gu Yuean was brimming with disbelief.

“Then….then why did you assault my people?”

Sheyan felt a belly of hot air rising, as he pointed towards the japanese woman.

“I was just fking asking that woman for directions, but that japanese tried to kill me with a dagger! Just ask that bitch if I’m right.”

Gu Yuean had a puzzled expression on his face, turning around immediately to interrogate her. As they conversed in japanese, Sheyan simply ignored them and proceeded to leave the room. But at this moment, a sudden chill enveloped his back, the same icy cold sensation of a venomous snake slowly slithering towards him; shocking him rooted to the ground.

Behind him, that unperturbed, devoted to art kimono male straightened his body as he turned calmly. His hand held a old-fashioned katana! His glare was directed straight towards Sheyan’s back!

“You, are, not, allowed, to leave.” ‥C14CHis voice as clear as water. Although his chinese wasn’t accurate, his pronunciation was extremely clear; like water droplets falling from a gentle bamboo in the still courtyard. Drip by drip, the deathly cold silence piercing into the ears, and deep into their hearts. ‥C15CSheyan turned around rapidly, drinking two mouthfuls of his ‘Endless Vodka’, bringing his health back to 80%. His pupils had shrank as he asked. ‥C16C”You’re a contestant?” ‥C17CBut as the word contestant left his mouth, Sheyan instantly received a stern notification from the nightmare imprint. ‥C18C”Warning: You are suspected of mildly leaking the realm’s secret. First offence, no disciplinary action taken.” ‥C19C”Warning: You are suspected of mildly leaking the realm’s secret. First offence, no disciplinary action taken. ‥C20C”F, How did I forget about that?” Sheyan was shocked. He immediately recalled the first few warnings received back in the Terminator world.

“In the real world, it is strictly prohibited to divulge any information pertaining to the nightmare realm, whether passively or actively done.”

“The unique abilities obtained in the nightmare realm, should not be casually use in the present world. If not, faced with massive repercussions! (Example of a passive usage)”

The samurai had thick black brows, roughly in his thirties to forties. He appeared cultured and refined, leaking out an incisively sharp aura; he was like a cloth wrapped over a dazzling weapon, gentle and meek outside, but devastating on the inside. As he witnessed Sheyan’s wine cup, his eyes flickered.

“Good stuff!”

Sheyan replied gently.

“You’re pretty knowledgeable? What do you want?”

“Yi Wufu, please advise!”

After speaking, he unsheathed his shimmering katana, piercing straight towards Sheyan! The two were nearly 30 metres apart; yet as his snow white kimono fluttered to the rhythm of unsheathing the katana, he had arrived in front of Sheyan!

As the saying goes, when an expert makes his move, even knowing it was equivalent to not knowing. Based on his one move, Sheyan could determine his agility was at least around 25 points to 30 points, his speed was able to suppress him totally. But to Sheyan, his biggest headaches were still those formidable support magician type contestants. Instead, an agility type close combatant would probably not have an innate defense, and was an opponent Sheyan welcomed greatly.

Like a drifting leaf, the samurai gracefully arrived, and the first thing Sheyan did was to retreat! This was the experience he gained from facing Vampire Edward back in the Harry Potter world. Knocking against a wooden sliding door behind him, he exerted strength into his back. The door broke into dozens of splinters, scattering in all directions! The katana shimmered, slicing mercilessly against his chest and arms. Long trails of blood was drawn out without staining the katana blade. Before the first wave of blood landed, the second trial had already been carved out!

Even though he was facing a barrage of blades, Sheyan didn’t slow down, his back breaking through every single obstacle until it collided with cold, solid wall! Moreover, the position he ended up in was cunning, coincidentally in the corner of the room! The walls by his side would now limit the frontal assaults to only 90 degrees, restricting it substantially. For an agile close combatant trying to rely on speed superiority to strike at vitals from every angle, this was now an impossibility. Especially those with abilities specially suited to backstab an enemy, naturally all these was impossible now!

The katana shimmered coldly, flashing by his left shoulder as a blood ray spurted out. Sheyan didn’t even get the chance to see its shadow, before a chunk of flesh was carved out again. Yet Sheyan was unconcerned, such a degree of damage was still acceptable! More importantly, he knew that contestants would similarly be bounded by the 40% damage regulation even in the present world! His eyes were combusting with a fiery blaze.

Yi Wufu consecutively executed 4 sword moves. This monster ahead had rigidly took it head on. Even though Sheyan had 4 gruesome long slash wounds; for some unknown reason, every time he gazed into Sheyan’s eyes, Yi Wufu would feel a painful burnt sensation.

The tranquil and graceful Yi Wufu, certainly hated such an inharmonious feeling!

Yet the worst part was, this enemy had a perceptive sensing that could stifle his own, he was completely unable to receive any combat log information about the enemy; while everything was plainly visible to the enemy. The combat log was vital in indicating who occupied the advantage!

Yet it fueled Yi Wufu’s desire to behead his enemy, using blood to dye his snow white kimono. Only by killing, could he climb to the pinnacle of existence!

After his fifth sword move, he suddenly felt a ripple of reaction from his enemy. He couldn’t help sneering.

“Can’t handle it anymore? You think you can break through my sword path?”

“Although I don’t have my equipment now, my pure agility is already 23 points. Even a barrage of bullets is nothing to me!”

“I, Yi Wufu, have been training with the sword since I was 4 years old, right up till 38 years! My swordsmanship has 35 years of experience. Every single sword move has been honed painstakingly a thousand times. You only received 4 moves, and you think you can see through me?”

As expected, everything was in accordance to Yi Wufu’s judgement. The enemy slumped his shoulders, looking as if he wanted to attempt to break out of the flurry of swords. Yi Wufu laughed; his wrist twisting as his katana swerved from a strange angle, slashing down against his enemy’s lats! This ingenious move…..was like a wave crashing against an immovable cliff, water mist filling the atmosphere, as a torrential waterfall of wave remnants came showering down!

The katana flashed by, slicing a long wound on Sheyan’s lats. His flesh whirling out of the wound, exposing the rib beneath. Yet at this moment, Yi Wufu finally showed an opening; it was a calligrapher stroking brilliantly without stopping, but eventually, there would always be a short moment of pause after a masterpiece.

At that instance the katana halted momentarily, Sheyan pushed his chest right into the knife blade of the katana!

Blood finally dyed the katana as it splashed everywhere. Yi Wufu was completely stunned at his opponent’s drastic suicidal tactic! The katana was a deadly weapon; no matter how exquisite his sword arts were, he would definitely not miss out on the chance to drive it into the enemy’s flesh. Normally, when his deadly katana drilled fatally into the enemy’s chest, it would signal the conclusion of the battle. Therefore in this instance, Yi Wufu felt a temporary relief.

Who could fathom the agonizing terror of a katana impaling one’s chest. Yet if Yi Wufu had witnessed Sheyan’s battle with the centaur Hertz Ruhr, he would’ve been utterly amazed. This move was Sheyan’s signature trump card! Even if this move ended up in a failure, with his high HP and defense, he could afford it. Since he was willing to take the gamble, he wouldn’t allow himself to suffer a crushing, unsalvageable defeat!

Chapter 279: Dangerous counter

The katana had penetrated through Sheyan’s chest! The devastating might of a real world’s weapon, was far beyond Sheyan’s estimation. Yi Wufu smirked gleefully as he withdrew his katana, yet he discovered that it was tightly lodged within Sheyan’s chest, so tight that pulling out was excruciatingly difficult. Knowing something was wrong, he instantly released his katana. However, during the brief moment of attempting to withdraw his katana, it gave Sheyan adequate time to react.

His right shoulder blades tensed up,

His breathing heavy,

Adrenaline pumping throughout his body rapidly……

Clenching his right fist viciously,

He smashed it down relentlessly against Yi Wufu’s right leg!!

The punch was overwhelming, like a pile driving drilling into concrete. “Crack!” Yi Wufu’s right thigh instantly snapped loudly! Obviously, his bone had fractured!

The nightmare imprint instantly streamed in a list of information to Sheyan.

“You released a full force ordinary attack against another contestant in the present world.”

“Your attack target: Leg.”

“Determining……enemy’s strength is 9 points, your strength is 20 points. Your strength exceeds the enemy’s by 2.222 times.”

“Determining…..your strength is twice your enemy’s, dealing additional crushing damages!!!!”

“Crushing damages is 50% of that damage.”

“Crushing damages is considered as an additional attack, and negates defensive abilities. This category of damage takes superior precedence.”

“Determining……”

“Factoring in basic close combat ability.”

“Factoring explosive strike rate of ‘Alcohol Master’.”

“Crushing damages is an explosive strike!! Total damage is 25 points + 26 points of crushing damages.”

“Enemy’s defence is 6 points.”

“After factoring 40% limitation and defence, resultant damage of first attack is 12 points.”

(TN: Ed I omitted the details because I honestly don’t know how author calculates that (1=19%) so i feel it’s better to not confuse readers.)

“You deal additional damage of 21 points of crushing damages.”

“You deal a total of 33 points of damage!!”

With one crushing fist, Yi Wufu’s face turned pale! Not because of the sheer pain, but the underlying horror! He only had 120 HP, but one normal fist removed a quarter of his life! And this was under the protection of the 40% limitation. His only explanation was that Sheyan’s strength was overbearing, and induced that domineering crushing damages.

“BAKAYAROU*!!! If I had my equipment, how would I be so miserable?” His veins were about to burst on his forehead, as Yi Wufu yelled out. But actually even in the realm, Sheyan who possessed equipment and his innate ability, was equally a nightmare for his type of contestant.

(TN: Japanese curse word)

After abandoning his katana, Yi Wufu stumbled back in retreat, he had no choice!!

Sheyan endured the katana lodged inside his chest; he was like a berserking wild beast with arrows all over its body, yet still charging forward with murderous frenzy! With that one misstep, only 1, Yi Wufu had been reduced to a sorry state and could only stagger backwards while facing Sheyan. He could only rely on his agility to widen the distance.

Suddenly, Sheyan pounced forward with his fist. Yi Wufu immediately dodged, as the fist landed onto a pillar in the middle. Fine cracks formed around his fist, as dust floated down. Sheyan was relentless, his twin fists carried the wind as he smashed out. Yi Wufu gritted his teeth as he rolled and dodge. Whichever furniture they passed through, Sheyan left a calamity there with his fist!

Abruptly, Sheyan pulled out the katana from his chest, blood drenching it as he chopped towards Yi Wufu. Yi Wufu was extremely adept with such close combat fighting. Don’t mention about raising his powers in the realm, even in the present world itself, he had trained in the arts of Kendo for 30 years.

As Yi Wufu observed Sheyan’s sword handling, he knew this guy was a layman beginner. “Naked unarmed sword!” He roared as he executed a kendo technique. With his palm, he wedged the incoming katana rigidly firm! At that instance, Yi Wufu instantly flushed with delight. For a samurai like him, once he lost his katana, it was equivalent to losing his entire security.

But at that exact moment when Yi Wufu made the abrupt decision to clamour the katana, Sheyan instantly loosened his grip, and sunk his left elbow down! His action looked extremely clumsy, as though losing his balance, with the elbow bearing his entire weight! Naturally, his target was that same left thigh he had struck earlier!

This attack once again triggered crushing damages, but unfortunately not an explosive strike!

The piercing ache pervaded into Yi Wufu’s soul. More critically, Sheyan had realized previously; their digitized evolved bodies weren’t perfect, if a contestant accumulated too much damage within a particular area like the joint, the functionality of it would start to decline. Hence, once his leg sustained more damage, most likely, his speed would definitely decline!!

Yi Wufu didn’t possess as much HP and defence as Sheyan had, even his offense was slightly weaker due to crushing damage. Under this circumstances, if he even lost his superior speed, then his fate would’ve been sealed. Yi Wufu roared furiously as he sliced dow against Sheyan, thinking that his enemy would dodge and he could then execute a twist and unleash his next attack. But sadly, things didn’t go as planned.

Blood splashed up, Sheyan accepted the slash with his skull! The sharp blade cutting into his scalp but not powerful enough to chop through his skull. A clump of black hair mixed with blood scattered down.

While the katana chopped against his skull, his fist swung and collided into Yi Wufu’s chest! Yi Wufu’s vision darkened, that intense pain dispersing rapidly from his chest inwards, sending an irresistible pressure up as he coughed out a mouthful of blood.

This was the tragedy of an agility based combatant facing up against Sheyan. Although their attacks and movement completely overwhelm their opponents, openings were bound to surface whenever they released their attacks. Coming in close contact, anything was possible! Especially, for a patient freak like Sheyan, enduring the initial 4 sword moves, before creating his own chance for breakthrough only at the fifth move!

It seemed like Yi Wufu was being suppressed disastrously; yet if he faced Mogensha, then that would be his bliss. As for Sheyan encountering a lethal gunmen like Mogensha or Diaz in the present world, his only consideration would be how to flee.

Gaining the upperhand, Sheyan wouldn’t let go so easily. He scrambled forward with incessant strikes, disregarding his personal defence in exchange for offensive oppression! Moreover, his HP now was still left with about 140 points, how was Yi Wufu going to fight against him? Instead, the samurai kept his cool, repeatedly dodging Sheyan’s punches. In the end, he was forced into a corner, as a momentary lapse in judgement allowed Sheyan to knee his belly; instantly turning dizzy and vomited blood.

“BAKA! BAKA!! Why is it like this?” Yi Wufu’s bloodshot eyes radiated with despair, stumbling backwards as he howled in anguish.

“I haven’t revived my family’s honor… and my beloved lady isn’t mine yet…how can I be defeated now?”

Suddenly, threatening chilliness emitted from his body! Feeling this immense threat, Sheyan knew it was his perceptive sensing warning him! He instantly blocked his front with his hands, and dove behind! It was like a desperate wolf trying to hide from a hunter’s shotgun. Yi Wufu clasped the katana hilt with both hands, his expression dull and blank; a total void of emotions. He slowly raised his katana as though it was a thousand ton heavy. Finally, the katana rose above his head, taking a kendo ‘Daijodan’ posture.

During the process of Yi Wufu raising his katana, Sheyan really wanted to seize the chance to attack; however, he was forced back by the stern warnings of his perceptive sensing. At this moment, Yi Wufu was like one with his katana, dazzling, elegant, filled with hidden ability! Sheyan was able to sense; when Yi Wufu executed his stance, his body’s ‘spirit, energy, essence’ had concentrated onto the katana’s blade. Like an impending tsunami, the energy rolled in peacefully, but once unleashed, it could sweep away cities and mountains!

Instantly, Yi Wufu swept horizontally with his katana, releasing a shocking blade ray. A head flew out, blood gushing out from the decapitated head. The head carried an unexplainably ghastly serenity, naturally no idea she was just killed!

That decapitated person was that female servicing Yi Wufu beforehand. Adorned in a sapphire dress, the headless body stumbled around and spun rounds, blood spurting out from the neck like a fountain, before slumping to the ground. The blade ray disappeared amidst the drizzling blood, vanishing with elegance and sorrow!!!

Chapter 280: Realm taboo

“What in the world?” Sheyan was confused, suddenly receiving a notification.

“Warning, warning. Contestant no.7277630 has violated the realm’s regulation – using the active ability ‘Daijodan essence’ in the present world!!!”

“Warning, warning. Contestant no.7277630 has violated the realm’s regulation – using the active ability ‘Daijodan essence’ in the present world!!!”

“Warning, warning. Appearance of special punishment task. Contestant no.7277630 utilized an active ability of the nightmare realm in the present world, bearing severe repercussions. Please kill all eye witnesses of the present world within half an hour, if not he will be erased. Task completion has no rewards!”

“Using an ability in the present world actually induces such a frightening punishment…..then if he was filmed using the ability and broadcasted on TV….then wouldn’t he be doomed to die?” Sheyan celebrated the fact his ability now was almost all passive except for that genetic mix. Yet concocting those were done individually and affected no one else, hence he wouldn’t suffer the same fate.

The nightmare imprint once again transmitted a notification.

“Your current military rank is 2nd Lieutenant. Contestant no.7277630 current military rank is reserve-duty Major! Do you wish to use your military rank to oppress him? This will prevent him from taking the emergency measure of returning to the nightmare realm.”

Of course, Sheyan wouldn’t decline that. Currently, he could see how strict the realm was with regards to military ranking. Even a mere 2nd lieutenant was able to oppress a reserve-duty Major!! There were several layers between both ranks, a 2nd Lieutenant still had to pass through his Lieutenant phase, Captain phase, before reaching Major. That was a vast difference between military tiers. Yet Sheyan was able to oppress a reserve-duty Major. This signified how immense the weight of a genuine rank was, it was totally out of his imagination.

Once again, Yi Wufu slashed out, blade rays flashing out with peerless ferocity; the sword aura permeating throughout the room as the rays slashed against the corpses within the room. Yi Wufu’s eyes shrank, because one target that he had to kill was actually blocked by someone. Sheyan pounced forward, pulling back the dazed Gu Yuean of the United Bamboo gang; pulling him back from the depths of death.

That formless blade ray slashed against Sheyan’s back, carving out a deep cut as blood sprayed out. The formless bade rays carried traces of blood, without dwindling in strength, it clashed through the partition walls. “Boom!” The thin wooden walls exploded into pieces, yet remnants of the blade rays managed to advance and chop against the concrete wall behind; releasing a piercing sound as the cement rocks crumbled down, exposing a 1 metre long scar on the wall.

After Sheyan had rescued Gu Yuean, he shouted.

“Run!”

Sheyan grabbed him and sprinted out. According to the realm, if this eye witness were to survive, then Yi Wufu must die! Sheyan grasped this concept clearly. Gu Yuean glaced at Sheyan with gratitude, immediately scrambling pathetically down corridor and fled. Sheyan then hastily hid himself at the corridor’s bend. He had calculated everything by this time.

Naturally, Yi Wufu was forced into desperation to have to use his special ability. That meant that he had no intentions of dying now. Hence, his emotions would definitely be filled with anxiety and panic, and would certainly not spare the Gu Yuean. If Sheyan could hide in ambush now, he’ll definitely take him down.

With a bloodlusted aura, Yi Wufu clenched his katana as he dashed through the corridor. His sword essence had been accumulated to the maximum, if gods blocked him, he would kill gods, if demons blocked him, he would kill demons! But at the corridor bend, an appalling figure appeared, one that was covered with distinct slash wounds. An unyielding, unwavering figure as he bluntly collided into him!

Blood, rage and excitement! In a flash, blood soaked deep into the tatami mats like spring water!

*

Sheyan panted in deep breaths. That punctured, horrific wound over his chest, one could see through it from the back to the front. If an average person sustained such an injury, he would’ve died long ago. Caught in an awfully disadvantaged position, Yi Wufu still put up a terribly valiant struggle against Sheyan, causing painful injuries, Especially this final blade, deeply impaling Sheyan’s chest wound once again. The daunting sword essence wreaking havoc within his body. If not for Sheyan luckily producing an explosive strike at the last minute, he may very well died alongside him.

But everything was worth it. Sheyan picked up the crimson blood key from Yi Wufu’s corpse, simultaneously receiving the milestone notification – “‘Suspect’ completion rate: 2/10” More crucially, during the battle, he unknowingly followed Reef’s advise, allowing his body to experience more stress from the enemy. Although it was exceedingly dangerous, it was still an effective method!

Sheyan could feel, a queer sensation within his body. This sort of sensation wasn’t something he experienced before, it felt peculiar like an inspiration. His blood circulation was like a tide, constantly rippling about his body. When the day comes when it calms down, that should be the day his innate awakens.

Sheyan retrieved is ‘Endless Spirited Vodka’, gulping down whatever that was left. He could feel the life force permeating into his bones, as he released a satisfied sigh. Even though Yi Wufu was dead, but he seemed like he had a rather exalted status back in the present world. At least, he could claim equals to that United Bamboo gang. If reinforcements arrives, that would be huge trouble. Thus Sheyan hurried to the toilet first, wrapping himself up before cleaning off his blood stains. He then put on a set of clean clothes, and headed straight for Crab’s room.

Although there were 2 underling guarding the room, they obviously were nothing to Sheyan. With an anxious spirit, Sheyan rummaged through the room before hearing strange movements from the toilet. Kicking the door open, he finally saw a bound up person. His mouth was stuffed with a cloth, producing “Wu Wu Wu” whimpers, if not Sanzi, then who?

Sheyan hurriedly untied Sanzi. Sanzi seemed like he had suffered a great deal of hardship; seeing his older brother after such a long uncertain period, his tears streamed down like the tide, his voice shaky.

“Brother Yan!! They hit me and starved me, and choked me with that bucket of water. But I didn’t say a single thing!”

Sheyan patted his shoulder, his voice solemn.

“Well done, it’s dangerous here, let’s go.”

“En” Sanzi acknowledged, walking out he saw the two guards sprawled over the floor. He hatefully stomped onto them thinking they had just fainted. But after stomping, he realized something was wrong. One of that had his tongue severed and flung 10 cm away from the mouth, one was bent in a grotesque 70 degrees backwards; no matter what, both couldn’t be alive. He got a fright as his face turned pale.

“Brother Yan! Brother Yan! They….they….seem to be dead!”

Sheyan gently replied.

“I know, I killed them. After hearing how they tortured you..anyway, whoever touches my family shall die!”

Sanzi was stunned.

“Then, where’s Crab?”

Sheyan disdainfully scoffed.

“Of course he was the first to go.”

At this moment, shouts and screams could be heard from outside. Previously when he was taking care of the United Bamboo gang in their room, the place was enclosed and soundproof. Hence, even after an intense battle with numerous deaths, not a single commotion was made.

But after facing off with Yi Wufu; with his vicious ‘Daijodan’ sword rays, he almost demolished the entire room, causing such a huge ruckus. In additional to other security guards realizing that the security guards Sheyan removed had gone missing, of course they blew the entire matter up.

Since his retreating route had been cut off, Sheyan opened the window and looked down. The club was 5 storeys high, behind it was a remote back alley without a single soul in sight. With such a high altitude, an ordinary person would have his bones shattered into pieces by jumping. But to Sheyan, jumping down wouldn’t really pose huge damages. He instantly ordered Sanzi.

“I’ll head down first, wait a while before jumping. I’ll catch you.”

Sanzi was stupefied.

“Brother Yan, this is the fifth floor!”

Sheyan replied calmly.

“You trust me?”

Sanzi remained quiet. He had idolized Sheyan since young. Biting his lips, he nodded his head.

Sheyan had 10 points in agility, just now two times of an ordinary person. Pushing off the window ledge, he directly jumped off the railing. Using the air conditioner vents as his footstools, he made his way down to the alley in 10 seconds. Signalling to Sanzi, Sanzi closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall off like a piece of rock. Sheyan easily caught him, before making a roll to disperse the impact. Hence, the two brothers successfully escaped unscathed, as they blended into the human crowd with ease.

Chapter 281: Drawing…..

After Crab kidnapped Sanzi, he prevented Sanzi from eating anything; only serving water, preventing him from having the strength to escape. Sanzi was so famished now, and still had to run vigorously. Hence after a short distance, he clenched his stomach in distraught.

“Brother Yan, I can’t run anymore, I’m starving.”

Sheyan flagged a cab and headed straight for Yau Ma Tei, before finding a random eatery for Sanzi to fill his belly. Sanzi’s appetite was tremendous, fishing with his chopsticks as he wolfed down half a bowl of rice, before talking about his traumatic experiences.

Previously, when Fu Yuan set sail amidst the typhoon, it was extremely dangerous. Yet the heavily wounded Dasi fell unconscious due to his worry for Sheyan’s safety. Without their main pillar of support, they sailed wherever the winds brought them to. Finally, they were blown to Taiwan. Fortunately even though they rarely came there, they were sailors and fishermen who could find their own path, thus they settled down quickly.

Huashan Fei was considered part of the underground syndicate of the mainland and Vietnam. Because of the awkward relationship between the two countries, therefore even if Huashan Fei’s hand had grown longer, he still wouldn’t be able to stretch it all the way there. Hence, they put their minds to ease, first seeking for connections to sell out their fragrant powder from the Sperm whale. Uncle Dasi then split the proceeds amongst themselves, letting them find their own path; even Fu Yuan was sold.

Then the crippled Dasi fell ill; but thanks to Sanzi taking care of him, his condition gradually improved. Relying on their past connections, they rented a little house near the shore. Uncle Dasi could only slowly recover, while Sanzi set out in search for a temporary job to take care of Uncle Dasi.

But after a short while, news of Sheyan appearing in Hong Kong spread to them, and was looking for them. This news caused raised Dasi’s spirits, wanting to travel to Hong Kong to find Sheyan. Instead, after a few steps he directly collapsed to the ground before making through the door. Yet he refused to give up, getting Sanzi to search for Sheyan in Hong Kong…..

As Sanzi spoke, tears dripped down into his soup bowl. Sheyan couldn’t help but shut his eyes, a sour and heavy feeling surge towards his face. He slapped the table and stood up.

“We must return to Taiwan immediately!”

Actually, Sheyan’s decision was a sensible one. The police wouldn’t poke their noses into the underground society’s affairs; but so many japanese and taiwanese had died inside the club, this would spark an international problem and the police couldn’t ignore it. If he could hurriedly leave before the police increased their surveillance, that would reduce the hassle.

After forking out cash and with various connections, Sheyan and Sanzi finally boarded a merchant ship bound for Taiwan.

At present, because of the high turnover rate, many ship owners did not manage to hire veteran sailors. Even the the owner of their small merchant ship couldn’t find enough manpower at first. But because of that, Sheyan and Sanzi offered their expertise along with a small fee, which moved the ship owner. After a simple introduction, the owner eventually waived their boarding fees, with the condition that they helped out on board.

Because the merchant ship had a deep draft, it required 2 and a half days before reaching Taiwan. After boarding, Sheyan seeked a serene location and summoned out the chest from Yi Wufu’s blood key. Naturally, the same 4 options surfaced.

) Receive 50% of the user’s potential and utility points.”

) Due to the user being killed in the present world, there’s a 50% chance of receiving an equipment stored in the realm. Note: Equipment is randomly chosen.

) Randomly receive 3 items from the user’s interspatial imprint region.

) 33% chance of receiving an ability scroll of the user, the scroll includes a randomly drawn ability grasped by the user. (Includes basic abilities, advanced abilities, innate abilities). The level of the ability scroll is based on the user’s ability divided by 2.

Next, Sheyan continued to receive notification:

“Contestant no.7277630 violated the realm’s regulation and was killed by you. You receive an additional choice of option, but the option will not be repeated.”

During the Starship Troopers world, Sheyan had missed out on two golden opportunities to earn utility points; but that didn’t mean he didn’t want it, it merely suggested there were better options. Truthfully to him, his various basic abilities, advanced ability and even that rank 6 ability…..he urgently wanted to upgrade them. To upgrade those abilities, he definitely needed potential points and innate points!

Before his decision, Sheyan considered carefully before deducing one thing. Yi Wufu had a military rank of reserve-duty Major, which means his position within a party wouldn’t be low. Hence, chances of him paying ‘tributes’ to the party was low, and it seemed like the party would place more efforts in grooming him.

From his own inference and deduction, he blatantly chose option 1 – Acquiring 50% of the potential and utility points that Yi Wufu had.

Actually choosing that option was a gamble for Sheyan. Yi Wufu may very well be like him, immediately leaving after accomplishing a nightmare world, and return to spend his wealth only after 7 days.

Through this, Sheyan could also gain several insights from this gamble.

There were 3 scenarios for this.

The first scenario: Completely no potential or utility points. This meant that Yi Wufu had expended everything before returning to the present world; indicating that he may have upgraded his abilities, or spent on purchasing/enhancing his equipments. As for spending a fortune on an object, that possibility was low; unless it was an object that could salvage a desperate situation. But if he had it, why didn’t he use it earlier on. Hence, Sheyan would go with the second option of a random equipment!

The second scenario: Receive an average amount of potential and utility points. This is the scenario Sheyan didn’t want to happen the most. If it happened, he would select option 4 and make a gamble.

The third scenario: Drawing a generous sum of utility and potential points! That undoubtedly indicated that Yi Wufu was saving up, trying to purchase something good! In this situation, Sheyan’s decision would resign himself to fate. Still, the option of a random equipment was more desirable.

A red blinding flash. Sheyan stuck his hand into the blood red chest, but the results left him speechless!! All his scenarios were wrong, and he was shockingly presented with a fourth scenario!!

*

“You draw from the blood chest.”

“You receive 2311 utility points.”

“You receive 12 potential points.”

“You still have one additional drawing option, but you cannot choose option 1 again.”

Through the resounding notification of the nightmare imprint, the result was something he didn’t expect. Because from this result, he could tell Yi Wufu had 4,622 utility points and an incredible 24 potential points. Such a strange figure, what did it mean? Sheyan’s eyes sparkled with intensity; without hesitation, he selected option 3 – randomly choose 3 items from the dead contestant’s interspatial region!!

Undoubtedly, although the potential points could be used extensively, composing of leveling abilities/ enhancing equipments/ execution cost for certain high level skills etc; but still there wasn’t a concrete reason as to why someone who save up to 24 points. Furthermore after his crossing hands with him; even though that ‘Daijodan essence’ was tremendously powerful, it certainly wouldn’t require a full 24 potential points to level it!

The most logical explanation for this was that Yi Wufu was holding onto an exceedingly formidable ranked ability scroll! That scroll was probably given a rank 6 or above rating from the realm, that was why it required such a ludicrous amount of potential points to learn!

Of course, this deduction may be wrong. Sheyan wouldn’t normally make uncalculated gambles, and he similarly loved the thrill of gambling as well. Without hesitation, he sunk his hand into the blood chest. Even though Yi Wufu may be carrying as many as 20 items; if such a formidable scroll was really around, Sheyan had confidence he could draw it!

During the first draw, an apple appeared within Sheyan’s palm. That’s right, an apple, as small as his fist, the green kind. It was a food category. After consuming, it would restore 25 HP within 60 seconds, and improve MP regeneration by 20% within half an hour…… the apple was probably worth 500 utility points.

Chapter 282: Chris Redfield’s Lucky bracelet

Sheyan’s pupils contracted upon seeing the next item. Even if he was mentally prepared for something terrible, he nearly snapped and cursed in rage. Because the item he drew…….was that counterfeit product that slut Jinkuang manufactured! That 5% success rate, Black venom powder. Sheyan almost vomited blood. As for its value….just look at how many bags of fake powder Jinkuang dumped away and you’ll know.

The final draw, Sheyan took in a heavy breath as he stretched his hand into the blood chest…..

*

During their two day voyage, the two brothers chatted about their past experiences. Sheyan churned up several fragments of story for Sanzi; mentioning about how he had previously learned certain self-defense martial arts, from a retired russian marine he encountered during his days as a seaman. As Sanzi listened to Sheyan’s stories, his hair stood as he worriedly asked.

“Brother Yan, after killing so many of Huashan Fei’s men and Crab’s men, won’t you be wanted by the police?”

In his heart, he wanted to reply that he wasn’t afraid of any policeman, but restrained himself and consoled Sanzi instead. Sheyan was more concerned for Uncle Dasi, he knew Uncle Dasi was holding on because of him. Once he knew he was safe; because of his crippled hands and losing his boat, he may not have any desires to carry on living. Thus, he had to think of a way to give him hope.

No doubt, nothing would be better than a brand new Fu Yuan for uncle Dasi. His uncle’s lifelong dream had always been to own a huge fishing boat without any obligations. If he ordered a brand new boat, and invited Uncle Dasi to be the overseer of it, then surely it would renew his spirits.

Of course, that was just the icing on the cake. The real deal would definitely be that medicine that will heal Uncle Dasi’s hands. That item could only be purchased with a higher military rank, hence he needed more time.

While planning in his heart, he produced an object and started fiddling with it. It was a little string, radiating a soft red glow. Occasionally a translucent illusion would appear in spots over it, and carried a strange lingering cologne fragrance.

Sheyan had always held utmost confidence in himself. When he tried his luck with Yi Wufu’s blood key, it was really a gamble.

This time, his gamble paid off.

This item was the main reward he obtained.

That very last object he drew.

It was a shabby looking, secondhand red bracelet

It was called ‘Chris Redfield’s Lucky bracelet’.

Sheyan’s fingers stroked against this unimpressive looking bracelet. He had examined its details several times, yet he still couldn’t contain the urge to read it again.

Chris Redfield’s Lucky bracelet. (Blood sealed, unable to activate)

(TN: Chris Redfield is a character from Resident Evil)

Weaver: Shinji Mikami

(TN: He is a game designer best known for creating the resident evil series)

Rank classifier: granting up to rank 7

Releasing the first blood seal – Allows you to grasp the rank 5 passive ability: ‘Luck art’.

Releasing the second blood seal – Allows you to grasp the rank 6 passive ability: ‘Major luck art’

Releasing the third blood seal – 50% probability of grasping the rank 7 passive ability: ‘True luck’. Also, 50% probability of a curse, causing you to randomly lose one ability.

(TN: It was ‘Authentic Luck’ previously, decided to change it to ‘true luck’ because it sounds simpler and smoother)

Usage prerequisites: nil

Description: ‘Luck art’ is a rare ability that only several important storyline characters possess. It can turn a misfortune into a blessing, handle a crisis effortlessly. This luck bracelet is a treasure cherished by Chris Redfield, anyone in possession of it, is either his friend or his foe!

Usage fee: 28 potential points.

Usage requirement: At least release a blood seal

Realm evaluation: A

Details: This ordinary bracelet was originally white. After being stained countlessly by fresh blood, it formed a mystical magic power. The blood owners of it were – Leon S. Kennedy / Albert Wesker / Claire Redfield / Ada Wong / Chris Redfield / Rebecca Chambers etc

(TN: All these are characters of the Resident Evil series)

Unsealing: 3 incomparably powerful seals lingers on this object. There is only one way to unseal them, that is by using the blood of 3 different main characters! After releasing the seal, one only has a small timeframe to learn before it is resealed.

Unsealing: To learn the overbearing ability ‘True luck’, one must face a tremendous risk! Truthfully, even Chris Redfield may not completely possess this ability! (Because he is only the main lead of Resident Evil 5, unlike the permanent leads, the likes of Harry Potter and Jack Sparrow)

Observing this object and pondering about the junk Yi Wufu had, he probably stored several main character’s blood. It was Sheyan’s bad luck that he didn’t draw out any of those blood bottles from the chest. Killing these storyline characters was exceedingly difficult, even for an innocent kid like Harry potter. But obtaining a trickle of their blood, would definitely pave certain useful measures for using it.

To learn this monstrous ability, even for Sheyan, would post a thorny problem. This ‘Luck art’ belonged to a vague illusory category of abilities. Comparing with Sheyan’s Rank 6 abilities from the Uruk-hai diary, it definitely required a massive investment in potential and utility points; one will then be able to learn it to the highest rank, and display its awe-inspiring might.

Regarding Sheyan’s current state, relying on acquiring potential points was not realistic. He hadn’t established a grand scale party yet; thus, it was difficult to achieve a high mission exploration rate, and scoring generous rewards of potential points was a fantasy. Moreover, the 3 blood seals over this object would cause the value of it to deflate terribly low in the marketplace. Besides, he had the chance of learning a rank 7 passive ability ‘True luck’, that normally only a main lead could possess!

Sheyan had a rather deep impression of that rank 7 ability, this was because he had personally witnessed the main lead Jack Sparrow possessing it before. Also previously, Diaz similarly mentioned Harry Potter possessing it from his father’s bestowing. Hence Sheyan made an epic inference – It seems that only a storyline main lead, or someone that was placed in the position of a storyline main lead would possess it; that was why they could always turn a misfortune into a blessing.

After his reflections, Sheyan stored the ‘Luck Bracelet’ back. Although the realm advocates contestants to make trade offs that could build their strength; if Sheyan were to sell this item because he could not use it now, he had to sell it together with the blood of 3 storyline main leads! If he sold it alone, then its value would plunge pathetically. After affirming his decision, Sheyan no longer pondered about the matter. He was about to meet Uncle Dasi soon, his heart was surging with unfathomably deep emotions.

With the assistance of Sheyan and Sanzi, this small merchant ship easily moved through the storms and arrived at the port safely. Sheyan was so capable, the shipowner did not even have to step in, Sanzi too, was rather skilled. As they parted, the owner expressed his intentions to keep them.

Sheyan had so much on his mind right now, he wished terribly that he could split himself into two, how would he find time to be the vice head of the ship? Instead Sanzi was pretty moved, but after thinking that Uncle Dasi still needed someone to take care off, he could only reject him regretfully. The shipowner was determined, not only did he not accept their money, he even paid them several days worth of salary; leaving behind his name card and number, they c