Clown Evans

Clown Evans

Bai Cangshu let out a soft whistle. This Purple Drop Card had given him an unexpected surprise.

He had actually obtained, in one go, an exceedingly precious piece of Silver Plot Equipment and a minor god-tier technique from the early Dragon Ball World—the Divine Finger Technique (Dodon Ray).

Though the Dodon Ray was not as terrifying as the Kamehameha in terms of sheer destructive power, its piercing ability was exceptionally strong, and it was more flexible in both Ki usage and application.

Ultimately, all kinds of abilities in the Dragon Ball World were founded upon the power of Ki.

Techniques like the Kamehameha, Dodon Ray, Destructo Disc, and Special Beam Cannon released a Martial Artist's Ki in an extremely condensed form, thereby inflicting several times the damage.

As the Crane School's ultimate technique, the Dodon Ray abandoned the Kamehameha's buildup and terrifying scale, replacing them with agility and concentrated force.

In Bai Cangshu's opinion, it was an outstanding technique.

Unfortunately, the requirements for this ability were indeed high. Not only did it demand a certain level of Martial Arts Mastery, but it also specifically required Ki Sense Mastery and an Energy stat of no less than 15.

Bai Cangshu placed this rare ultimate technique into his Backpack.

Then he looked toward where the room door he had "materialized" into the appearance of a dormitory stood. He walked over in a few strides and turned the handle.

You may pull the door inward to return to the real world, or push it outward to enter the Infinite Dimensional Public Space.

Please note: You have 1 hour, 55 minutes, and 34 seconds of remaining time in the Infinite Dimensional Space. (Your stay time increases according to your Reincarnator rating. When it reaches zero, you will be automatically returned to the real world.)

In other words, from the Space's perspective, the time Reincarnators spent here was actually a resource?

Upon seeing the prompt, Bai Cangshu immediately realized with keen insight that Reincarnators stood to benefit from traveling to the so-called "Infinite Dimensional Public Space."

Thus, although he had originally planned to return to reality and deal with Officer Song's investigation—an officer whose vigilance was far too intense—

he knew that if the authorities put their minds to it, they would certainly be able to trace both the messages on his phone and his departure from school yesterday.

He had already prepared countermeasures.

However, the thing Chu Qi had left behind was even more miraculous than Bai Cangshu had imagined. It was not some special contraband, nor was it a storage card containing confidential information that could not be made public.

It was an Infinite Dimensional Adventure capable of completely overturning an ordinary person's worldview.

Bai Cangshu pushed hard, and the door flew open at once. A flood of light rushed in, and when he opened his eyes again the next moment, he was already standing on a neat stone-paved road.

You have entered the Infinite Dimensional Public Space. From anywhere within this Space, you may return to your Private Space through thought alone.

The Space has applied basic concealment to your appearance. This service is free.

Bai Cangshu stood on the stone-paved road, which was more than ten meters wide, dressed in Mercenary Tao's pink robe. He immediately drew quite a bit of attention.

He was also observing the others. These people should all have been Reincarnators, and every one of them was dressed in an exaggerated manner.

Some carried greatswords, some were dressed like samurai, and some even floated in the air.

Their outfits were bizarre and varied, while their hair colors were even more dazzlingly colorful.

Bai Cangshu guessed that these were also some kind of disguised appearances, as though these Reincarnators had all molded themselves a face to survive within the Space.

A flash of light appeared in his hand, and a pristine revolver emerged. Through its smooth, gleaming barrel, he saw that his own face appeared to be wrapped in a layer of black mist.

After a brief moment of thought, Bai Cangshu understood. If the goal was merely to conceal one's real identity and appearance, the disguise provided by the Space was sufficient.

But the reason Reincarnators "molded faces" to disguise themselves was so that others could remember what they looked like.

Within this public space, Reincarnators not only had to conceal their real-world identities and appearances, but also needed a Reincarnator appearance that others could remember.

Only then would a Reincarnator possess an "identity." Whether trading with others or establishing trust, bonds, and other connections, everything could then truly be attached to a specific appearance.

"Yo, this newcomer looks like quite the character!"

A frivolous voice suddenly sounded beside Bai Cangshu. He turned around and saw a man in a red suit and green shirt standing behind him at some unknown point.

When the man saw that Bai Cangshu had noticed him, he removed his top hat and gave an elegant bow, revealing the clown makeup on his face.

"A clown?"

The clown's lips split apart. His mouth, painted bright scarlet, looked especially huge once it opened.

"Clown Evans of Shantytown East District, at your service, esteemed newly promoted Reincarnator sir."

At that moment, several Reincarnators with faces obscured by mist, much like Bai Cangshu's, appeared out of thin air on the stone road. They wore ordinary clothes and were indeed far less eye-catching than Bai Cangshu.

Yet several people immediately went up to meet them.

The clown who called himself "Evans" clearly understood what Bai Cangshu was thinking. With a turn of his body, he performed a backflip to land behind Bai Cangshu, blocking his line of sight and subtly discouraging the others from approaching.

"Clown Evans, like those Hounds, is nothing more than an incompetent Reincarnator who can only earn a little consultation fee in the newcomer district."

The clown disparaged and humiliated himself to the utmost, yet his face still wore a brilliant smile.

He was probably some kind of alternative "guide" or "broker," specifically targeting Reincarnators like him who had only just entered the Space.

And the basis for judging them was that only newly promoted Reincarnators like them would choose to conceal their faces with black mist.

Bai Cangshu's gaze shifted slightly. His intuition told him that someone might exploit this habitual way of thinking.

"Very well, Mr. Clown. I am indeed a newly promoted Reincarnator. How do you charge?"

Bai Cangshu was not someone who begrudged spending money, and he also needed this opportunity to determine just how much purchasing power the 5,750 Dimensional Points he had obtained in the trial world possessed.

The clown's smile grew even brighter. His body was extremely agile as he performed another backflip, catching his own hat in midair before landing and bowing in one fluid motion.

Perhaps this person was not as worthless as he described himself to be.

That was Bai Cangshu's judgment.

Clown Evans held up five fingers. Then, beneath Bai Cangshu's calm gaze, he snapped off his little finger and ring finger.

Crack!

"300 Dimensional Points, sir. Clown Evans charges fairly, whether young or old!"

Bai Cangshu nodded calmly, accepting the price. He had no interest in investigating whether the clown breaking his own fingers was intimidation or a magic trick.

He had always believed that anyone capable of entering this Space, like himself, must be more or less incompatible with ordinary people.

People like that could be expected to do anything.

Evans's ears twitched. After witnessing his "performance," this newly promoted Reincarnator before him had not shown the slightest fluctuation in either heartbeat or breathing.

His smile became even more radiant, as though the corners of his mouth had been torn open.

It seemed today's divination had been correct. This was an extraordinary newcomer—a rare, plump, delicious big fish!