Fifty minutes later, the contract rewards were delivered to Yang Wu's villa.
A rectangular combination case.
After signing to confirm receipt, Yang Wu carried the case to the training hall on the second floor, set it on the floor, and ran his finger across its sensor.
With a click, the case opened.
The upper layer contained an SS-grade combat suit and a Po Jun Spear. Yang Wu took them out and set them aside before opening the next layer.
A jet-black cap came into view, with an instruction manual placed beside it.
"This..."
Yang Wu picked up the black cap and examined it carefully. It reminded him of the black cap Luo Feng had given him during a simulation several months ago.
This was identical to the one in the simulation. Could this be the legendary hand of fate?
"The Black God Set!"
Yang Wu took a deep breath, then... placed the black cap on his head.
He waited silently.
There was no sensation when he first put it on, but a few seconds later, the black cap began tightening. Yang Wu felt as though a single strand of hair had been plucked out.
Then, everything went still!
"That's it?"
Yang Wu was somewhat dumbfounded. The next moment, he sensed that he had somehow formed a subtle connection with the black cap on his head.
"Merge!"
At Yang Wu's command, the black cap atop his head trembled slightly before instantly turning into a stream of black liquid.
Starting from the top of Yang Wu's head, it rapidly spread outward, extending over his face, neck, shoulders, waist...
Until the black liquid covered his entire body!
"It feels pretty good, but..."
Yang Wu held out his palm to inspect it. With a thought, the black membrane on his palm instantly stretched out,