"For now, there was no need to alter this body. I didn't want to alert the O'Nardu King. That old bastard had fled just days before I went to O'Nardu—he was definitely no ordinary kind of vigilant."
After thinking it over, Lu Sheng let a trace of Gray Liquid Power flow into the body and, according to the laws of this universe, made slight adjustments to its basic structure.
This alteration would not give him excessively great strength or cause too much disturbance, but it would allow him to acquire all sorts of relatively convenient abilities for daily life.
For instance—wind.
With a thought from Lu Sheng, an invisible whirlwind began to spin, rapidly gathering most of the dust throughout the little shop into a black miniature tornado that flew on its own into the trash can in the corner.
Clatter.
With a muffled sound, the red trash can's lid closed automatically, its interior filled with the great amount of dust that had just been swept together.
Lu Sheng looked over the shop, now refreshed and renewed. Although much of the dust in the corners had not been cleaned away, it was fairly good overall.
"Fortunately, this body is an orphan. No parents, no relatives—nothing but himself. Oh, no, and this little shop."
This shop was a small storefront Harsa Latin had bought outright. After struggling for more than thirty years, it was the only foundation he had managed to accumulate, and the sole thing he relied on to make a living.
Normally, he ran the place as a convenience store, selling food and daily necessities to support himself.
Who would have thought that two superpowered people had fought last night, and he would be caught in the crossfire, shaken to death just like that?
"Let me see your final