CH 7

As my body’s functions ceased, a familiar system notification popped up by my ears.

“Dingdong~”

…Fuck, I entered the modifier interface!!!!

Everyone celebrate yooooooooooo!!!

Before my eyes were densely packed numbers and charts, with new notifications popping up from time to time. After thinking about it day and night, I had finally accessed this familiar interface again, and I truly wanted to fill the screen with 30 ecstatic dancing frog memes to express my feelings of revelry.

I roughly scanned through it, finding that the screen was full of various pieces of data from this world, but many options were grayed out. I knew that this meant I would need to go to the local server to obtain system permissions, which could be in the form of a secret key, or a physical server.

In any case, in the middle were a few basic options for the main character, and the file had already been named “Jun Xuanheng.” It seemed that this row of data contained my ability stats.

[Jun Xuanheng]-[Edit][Save]

HP: 30/100

Cultivation: 5

Agility: 5

Defense: 5

Experience: 5

Wisdom: 5- System permissions

Martial Arts: None

Money: 0

Prestige: None – System permissions

Position: None – System permissions

There were many categories listed under my file name, but I scanned only the beginning in a hurry. Looking at the introduction, the average person’s full HP would be a maximum of 100, and the 70 that I was missing had just been emptied out by that Ze Que guy. I actually didn’t know the specific meaning and effects of this data, but by visual estimation it seemed similar to playing games. After thinking about which ones I should prioritize, I conveniently added a few more 0s in the HP box, allowing me to take more hits, since you can never be too prepared. Then I clicked to the cultivation level box, and as I was changing it I saw a very eye-catching option next to it.

>>>Open the real-time monitoring window? [→Off]

Real time? Oh right, I don’t know what’s going on with Ye Tan… I clicked it easily, and a small projection window popped up next to it.

Ye Tan was holding my corpse—when my consciousness cut to the modifier window, there was no sign of life, and he genuinely thought that I was already dead—resigning himself to death in the oncoming rain of arrows.

I was so scared that I gave a start, knocking the ESC button before I realized what I was doing, and exited the window.

I threw myself onto Ye Tan and hugged him, rolling aside. He was in a daze, as if frightened into stupidity by the sudden movement of my corpse, and my brain was even more blank:

Fuck, did I save it just now???!!!

This ultimate cosmic problem that has occurred with every living being in the world, quickly got an answer. The position we landed in after rolling aside was still not very good, and much of the rain of arrows landed on us. I braced myself over Ye Tan and tried my best to shield him, feeling a burst of bone-piercing pain in my back.

…Even though it hurt a lot, I could feel that it didn’t result in any major injuries. If I were still the little slag with only 30 HP, I would definitely have already breathed my last.

I was moved to tears: I saved it!!

The good habit of saving that I developed over the years rescued my life once over!! Wuwuwuwuwu, I love myself!! Hugging myself and crying!!

In just an instant, Ye Tan experienced an unknowable amount of grief and joy, so his brain was evidently not very quick. He held my face and said, “You are crying…?”

“Pah, I’m not crying, these are tears of joy.” This Creator God has been useless for so many days, bullied and humiliated by bad guys, and now he is finally turning over his fate to be a big boss!!

I was going to get up and immediately exert some tyrannical abuse, but Ye Tan held me down in fear and pulled me back into his arms. “Master, your back has been severely injured. You absolutely must not be hurt any further…”

He tried his best to hold me down, but strange to say, I felt that as long as I used some force, I could definitely push him away. Just a few days ago, he could easily lift me up while I was curled up, so he surely has a lot of strength.

I was suspicious, and remembered that before I had exited the modifier, my cursor was still in the cultivation box.

……I don’t know, when my mind was in a state of turmoil in the cultivation box… how many 0s did I end up putting…??

Ze Que also saw the sudden movement of my corpse from a distance and came over with his sword, ready to land another few strikes.

Ye Tan probably thought that I was going to send over my head* and blocked my path, refusing to let go, so I could only hold his hand affectionately.

*send over my head = 送头, basically asking to be killed

His face was flushed at first, and I don’t know what brilliant thoughts crossed his mind, but when he finally realized, his complexion changed again. “Master, why is your internal strength suddenly so…”

He didn’t know how to continue, as he had probably never seen such a sudden surge of abundant and profound cultivation. I myself didn’t even know how many 0s I had typed, so I could only assume that it was definitely universally shocking.

After giving him some internal strength to protect his spiritual vein, I patted Ye Tan on the shoulder to comfort him, and he finally let go. I got up and adjusted my clothes, then looked around to see if there were any available props for me to use. Seeing the steamed buns scattered on the ground, I picked one up and weighed it in my hand for a bit.

A lot of rubble and bricks had fallen in the previous struggle, but I didn’t want to put people’s lives in danger, so I definitely couldn’t use those. And this steamed bun is soft and mild, yet elastic, with a thin skin and a big filling, leaving a delicious taste in the mouth…Wait, how did I start eating it?

After composing myself, I hurriedly took the steamed bun out of my mouth. I felt an abundance of inner strength wandering through my whole body, and suddenly feeling not quite reassured, I spoke solemnly to Ze Que, who was close at hand:

“…Don’t come here. Once this steamed bun goes down, you might die.”

When these words floated to his ears, they became an arrogant provocation to him. Ze Que’s sword energy became appallingly sinister, and I could see he was trying his best to control his rage as he unsheathed his cold sword inch by inch.

My current advantage was only my blood bank and internal strength. Although I was resistant to beating, it would still be over for me if my head went flying. Ze Que was a legitimate martial artist, and I couldn’t compete with him in terms of speed, and if we really started fighting I’d be nothing more than an ATM… But if I didn’t kill him, he’d also kill Ye Tan. Sigh, I’ll just treat it as fighting monsters to upgrade my level…

I squeezed the soft steamed bun, half bitten, injected a bit of internal force, and gently tossed it out.

The moment I let go, the soft object was transformed into steel, roaring and rushing away with the momentum of thunder, bringing a sudden burst of strong wind through the sky and earth, and the only sound that could be heard was a booming through the heavens. In its path it knocked down several houses, causing smoke and dust to obscure the sight, and it was so startling that everyone forgot to even cry out in alarm. The only remaining sound was that of the last house crumbling to pieces, lingering in the ear.

…I think, I’m super awesome….

When the dust was half cleared, the people standing around were choked up and couldn’t stop coughing. Ze Que gradually emerged from the dust, still maintaining the posture of drawing his sword. It was only that the sword and sheath had been cut in half, blood was seeping from his arms, and it even seemed that the bone was visible.

He was so terrified that he couldn’t feel the pain at all, and he didn’t even notice the sword falling to the ground.

…I…I threw crooked…??

I was also stunned for a minute, but after recovering from the failure of pretending to be awesome, I hid my embarrassment by shaking out my clothes. It seemed that the effects were pretty good, so I stopped caring about this trivial deviation.

Just as I was about to ask Ye Tan to take credit, I saw a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating something was off. I assumed that it was because he stood too close to me just now and had been injured by the force of my sword energy. It was all because I got addicted to being awesome and forgot to worry about others, causing him to suffer again… sigh.

This whole body of injuries — I don’t know how he could move. When I turned around, I just happened to see the precious horses and magnificent carriage that Ze Que brought, and cheerfully requisitioned it. As I had just shown my earth-shaking hand, each of the attendants treated me with great respect. My first ever act of robbery had unexpectedly very pleasant results.

“Let’s go.” I brought the carriage over and called for Ye Tan to get on.

Ye Tan still hadn’t recovered his spirit, and asked me blankly, “Where to?”

I carried him back into the carriage and held his wrist to transfer over my internal force, saying, “I hope we can still make it to lunch.”