Chapter 147: Magical Flashlight

Faced with an unavoidable shot, Zu'an suddenly spoke, "What are you looking at?!" At the same time, he threw the dagger in his hand directly at his opponent.

"So what?!"

Jia Zhengjing was stunned. He finally understood why Yuan Wendong, whom everyone mocked, would so rudely answer his questions at critical moments—because he simply couldn't control his mouth!

Unfortunately, it was too late. Looking at the dagger embedded in his chest, he closed his eyes in grief and indignation.

Damn it, what in the world was that for?!

Rage points from Jia Zhengjing +1024!

Zu'an was not feeling well either. Although his opponent's spear thrust had slowed due to his distraction, failing to kill him, it still left a deep, bleeding hole in his chest.

With difficulty, he pried open Zhen Liumang's stiff hand. Zu'an staggered over and retrieved the sure-kill dagger. Only after confirming that both men were undeniably dead did he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Although he had been in a few life-or-death struggles before, none were as perilous as today's. What's more, most of his previous fights had been with women, and even on the brink of death, there was still a hint of allure. But this time, it was the most brutal fight of all.

Oh, what sin have I committed? Weren't the days of blowing air conditioning, drinking soda, and playing games back home in his previous life good enough? Why did he end up in this world, living a life of constant danger?

Lying on the grass, he gasped for breath. After a long while, Zu'an finally felt his strength gradually returning. He then sprinkled some healing medicine on his wound, barely managing to stop the bleeding.

It was also fortunate that his body had become tougher from cultivation in this world. If he had been stabbed with such a bloody hole in his previous life, he would probably have died before the ambulance even arrived.

After quickly bandaging his wound, Zu'an began to clear the battlefield. As expected, he found no silver notes or primeval stones on either of them.

At this point, he understood. For suicidal assassins like them, external possessions were of little use. As soon as they acquired such items, they would convert them into strength, maximizing their chances of survival. After all, in their minds, their own lives were the most valuable things.

After searching for a long time, he only found some dried food and healing medicine. Zu'an silently cursed his bad luck. He had spent so much effort setting up the ambush, not only wasting several precious armor-piercing arrows, but also using up the hidden weapon he got from Ji Xiaoxi—the explosion on Liao Zhongyou earlier was caused by that very hidden weapon.

In the end, he gained nothing, not even much rage value.

Thinking it over, Zu'an felt a bit unwilling to give up. He went over and stripped off the soft armor from Jia Zhengjing's body. Although it had been cut open by his sword on the chest and later pierced by the final blow, the rest of it was still intact and usable.

Anything a peak fourth-rank martial artist would use for defense must be good quality. Sure enough, when he found another sword, it was very difficult to pierce the soft armor.

His first thought was to reverse the soft armor and wear it backward, since the back was intact and could perfectly cover his chest.

However, on second thought, when he would need this soft armor, he would likely be fleeing, so back protection was more crucial. He then switched the armor back to its original orientation.

He jumped into the pit he had dug earlier to retrieve the unpolluted armor-piercing arrows. Upon counting them, he found four still usable, which delighted him.

Additionally, he found a sleeve arrow device in the pit, which must have belonged to Zhen Liumang. It had probably been dislodged by the explosion and fall into the pit.

He fastened the sleeve arrow device to his wrist. Zu'an felt a little better then, realizing his hard-fought battle wasn't in vain, as he had at least acquired two usable pieces of equipment.

After finishing all this, Zu'an found a secluded spot to tally his accumulated rage points. Originally, he planned to save up more points for a single big draw, as that might increase the chances of getting good items. But having just walked through the gates of hell, he no longer dared to be overconfident. He decided to convert all his resources into strength as much as possible, to ensure he could survive and leave the mystic realm.

He didn't realize how much he had until he counted—the accumulated rage points were actually quite substantial, totaling a good amount.

There was nowhere to wash his face or hands now. Zu'an touched the bloodstains on his body, constantly reassuring himself. He reasoned that since his hands were so 'red' now (a sign of good fortune), his luck should also be 'red' (good).

He clicked to start the draw, watching the cursor spin continuously on the keyboard, finally stopping on the letter "D."

*Ding!*

"Congratulations! You've drawn 'Magical Flashlight!'"

Zu'an's expression stiffened. He never expected to draw a skill on his very first attempt—this was a sign of great fortune!

He quickly checked the detailed description on the screen.

Name: Magical Flashlight.

Description: A proud invention by a bald scientist from another world. It requires no energy; it will light up as long as light shines on it. However, in a dark environment, this flashlight will absolutely not illuminate. Furthermore, it is said to possess certain magical effects, but unfortunately, for thousands of years, no one has ever discovered its true purpose. Will you be the exception?

Durability: 33

Zu'an: "..."

After reading the description, he was utterly bewildered. As a flashlight, it lights up when there's light, but absolutely not when there's no light—this thing is a complete rip-off!

At this moment, he strongly suspected that bald scientist's name was Wen Xi.

What shocked him even more was that this useless item actually had usage limitations!

Even if such a useless item had unlimited uses, it would still be completely pointless.

What was even more frustrating was the mention of "magical effects" in the description, yet it didn't specify what they were! What kind of description was that?

After pondering for a long time, Zu'an still couldn't figure out how to use this thing. So, he started the next draw.

It was as if drawing the item on the first try had used up too much of his luck. For the next 18 draws, all he got was "Thank you for participating!"

Zu'an's eyelid twitched constantly. It wasn't until the 19th draw that he finally got a Qi Fruit, and only then did he fully relax.

After that, the results kept alternating between "Thank you for participating" and "Qi Fruit," and Zu'an became somewhat numb.

Suddenly, the cursor landed directly on the letter "Y" and stopped. He was startled, his first thought being that he was seeing things. When was the last time he drew two skills in a row?

Accustomed to bad luck, suddenly hitting the jackpot left him momentarily stunned.

He quickly checked the detailed information.

"Congratulations! You've drawn the skill 'Approachable by Billions!'"

Description: When you are rich to a certain extent, standards like appearance, physique, age, etc., become irrelevant. Everyone will find you amiable and infinitely charming.

Skill description: Each use consumes 100 million coins, causing the target to view you as a friend, lasting for half an hour.

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This chapter is a bit short, please bear with it for now.

Also, can everyone guess what this flashlight is actually for?