Chapter 48

Wuxiaode quickly finished reading and couldn't help but clench his fists.

This was it.

A skill that no one had ever known about.

Not even the Cyclops knew about it!

Most importantly, its power could be continuously enhanced, with no end in sight!

Although it would cost a lot of skills.

But he wasn't afraid of that.

—Only by using such power to fight could he have a glimmer of hope for his fate!

But how should he choose?

His gaze fell on "Omen of Shackles."

This ability allowed him to see the force that would kill him three seconds in advance.

In a regular battle, it was indeed very useful.

But it was different when facing the Cyclops—

Even if he knew it was about to release a crimson beam, could he dodge it? Could he block it?

He couldn't run away, and he couldn't fight back.

No way.

Wuxiaode shook his head and looked at the second option, "Source of Death."

To be honest, this one was actually very useful, equivalent to having an additional one-third of his soul power.

But there was still the same problem.

It was useless against the Cyclops!

The last option—

"Silent Mist" could transform existing skills into death skills.

Unlike the first two, it was a trait.

The key point was that it could "display its characteristics and power in the realm of death."

In addition, although he didn't understand what "guided by your nature" meant, based on the logic of how he activated this wall, he could tell—

The Cyclops didn't know about this skill from the realm of death.

He chose this one!

Wuxiaode thought, "I choose the third one, Silent Mist."

As soon as he spoke, the descriptions of the other two abilities disappeared.

In the eye sockets of the skull, a small white flower blossomed slightly.

A line of icy crystal text quickly appeared:

"You have obtained the ability: Silent Mist (Passive)."

"Silent Mist, Level: 0."

"Trait Attributes: Impenetrable, Unexplorable, Undispersable."

"Using the power of death, this mist is extremely in line with your nature and will assist you in battle."

...I don't quite understand.

Wuxiaode read it several times, feeling somewhat puzzled.

But there was no more time to study it further.

The bone dragon was landing!

The wind howled in his ears, and the world rapidly receded behind him.

However, the bone dragon's movements were silent, almost imperceptible.

It emitted a force field that rendered all sounds and movements void.

Even its body flickered, emitting distorted light that gradually covered it, making it invisible.

Wuxiaode was also enveloped within it.

Finally.

The bone dragon left a long trail in the fields outside the city and came to a stop in a vast field of rapeseed flowers.

Silent and still.

Wuxiaode stood on the bone dragon's head, about to jump down, but his phone rang again.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Where are you?" Zhao Junyu asked.

"Rapeseed flower fields in the western suburbs of the capital. It's best to send someone to deal with the bone dragon," Wuxiaode said.

"Alright, you don't need to worry about it. It will hide itself, and we'll send people over to take it," a woman's voice said excitedly.

It sounded like the girl who claimed to be Zhao Junyu's sister.

"I'll head back then."

"Okay, come back."

The call ended.

Wuxiaode jumped off the bone dragon and looked back.

—There was no sign of the large creature here.

This was good.

It wouldn't cause any more commotion.

Even the surroundings didn't notice any disturbance.

Wuxiaode lightly tapped his foot and quickly jumped onto the field ridge, walking along the country path, eager to reach the main road and catch a ride back to the city.

"Why not fly?" the crow asked.

"I need to think about the new ability I've gained," Wuxiaode said.

As he walked, he silently pondered.

Silent Mist was guided by his nature, altering existing skills.

So.

What was his nature?

He had no idea.

Wuxiaode casually threw a few punches.

—There was no change.

How exactly was this "Silent Mist" supposed to be used?

As he was thinking, he heard a commotion ahead on the road.

A few young men were surrounding a child with a backpack, slapping him.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Wuxiaode shouted.

The young men turned and laughed, "Another one, great, hand over your money."

Wuxiaode hesitated, slowed his steps, and said, "I'm afraid you won't dare to take it if I do."

"Arrogant! Get over here and squat down!" one of the young men yelled.

Wuxiaode smiled and was about to step forward—

Clang!

Something fell from his pants onto the ground.

He looked down and saw a shot put on the ground.

A shot put...

Where did the shot put come from?

The floating Book of Souls quietly opened, revealing a line of icy crystal text:

"Silent Mist has already blessed you, transforming into a faint mist and beginning to take effect."

"Current Level: LV0."

"At this level, the mist begins to bless you."

"The first blessing manifested as a shot put."

Wuxiaode looked around.

Indeed, there was a faint layer of gray mist.

This was the Silent Mist.

It seemed that when he was about to fight, the Silent Mist ability would start to take effect.

It directly gave him a shot put.

Damn!

Why would he need a shot put to deal with these punks!

Wuxiaode picked up the shot put without showing any emotion and smiled, "Guys, I'm a shot put athlete, so it's normal for a shot put to fall out of my pants."

"Damn, you little punk..." the young men glared at him, their expressions fierce.

Wuxiaode didn't want to let them off, so he continued walking.

Clunk!

Another object fell from his shirt onto the ground.

Wuxiaode looked down.

It was a black, thick, and heavy barbell, which had created a small crater in the ground.

The young men's eyes widened.

Wuxiaode also felt something was off.

Why was it manifesting such things for him just to deal with a few ordinary people?

He needed to explain it away to avoid arousing suspicion.

"Don't worry, I throw shot put, so I practice with barbells every day. It's reasonable, right?"

Wuxiaode bent down, picked up the barbell, and patiently explained.

Just as he stood up, a cold flash dropped from his sleeve and stuck into the ground.

A machete.

Yes.

It was a machete, about half his body length, sharp and pointed.

It fell from Wuxiaode's sleeve and stuck into the ground, looking quite sharp.

Who knew how it got out of his sleeve.

"Ah, this, actually, I do some part-time work, like magic tricks," Wuxiaode said.

Clang!

A loud, clear sound.

Everyone looked down and saw a black object fall from his pocket, hitting the machete and making a metallic sound.

A gun.

A handgun.

"Are you crazy!"

The young men couldn't hold it anymore and turned to run, disappearing around the corner in no time.

The child with the backpack ran over, bowed, and said, "Thank you, uncle."

"Call me brother, I'm not even eighteen yet," Wuxiaode said, glaring.

"Thank you, brother."

"Sure, be careful in the future, don't let these scumbags bother you again."

"I understand."

The child seemed a bit afraid of him and ran away.

Wuxiaode was left standing there.

He looked at the shot put and barbell in his hands, then at the knife and gun on the ground, and sighed.

"Something's not right. Silent Mist is supposed to be a skill from the realm of death."

"—Why would it manifest a shot put?"

He looked at the Book of Souls.

The Book of Souls already had a line of icy crystal text:

"Silent Mist is indeed an extremely rare trait skill in the realm of death, and it will be extremely in line with the user's nature."

"But it just made me look very awkward," Wuxiaode said, spreading his hands.

Another two lines of icy crystal text appeared:

"Please respect this skill."

"You should know that the trendiest skill in the realm of death right now is 'social death' skills."

Wuxiaode's forehead veins bulged, and he shouted, "But why make the skill's owner socially die!"

Another line of icy crystal text appeared:

"The objects manifested by the mist are not randomly chosen but come from your nature, a projection of your own fighting style."

"But why would my nature manifest a shot put?" Wuxiaode persisted.

The Book of Souls paused, and a few more lines of icy crystal text appeared:

"It manifests a shot put based on your nature."

"In terms of fighting, your nature can be described with one word."

"What word?" Wuxiaode asked, interested.

A bold, red word appeared on the page:

"Dirty."

—What the hell!

Wuxiaode was furious, threw the shot put and barbell to the ground, and turned to leave.

Dirty?

This is a matter of life and death, not a dinner party, and you say I'm dirty!

Fighting is about using any means necessary!

The shot put, barbell, and knife and fork instantly turned into mist and flew back to him.

The Book of Souls hurriedly followed him.

(Thank you to reader Xixi Xiaoshao for the generous support. I will continue to work hard to write a good story!)