Special Reward

What was that move called again?

Fu Qian tilted his head back at a forty-five-degree angle, gazing at the sky, and took a deep breath.

That skill he never had a chance to use.

[Internal Organ Critical Hit]

[Find the right moment, pierce through the wound to directly damage the opponent's internal organs, delivering a devastating blow.]

Without hesitation, he reached into the wound beneath his ribs.

A warm sensation spread through him as his five fingers twisted and elongated like bloodthirsty snakes.

Countless tiny tendrils and feelers grew wildly, burrowing deep into the flesh and merging tightly.

DIE!

He suddenly clenched his right fist, activating Internal Organ Critical Hit.

Amidst a sky-splitting spray of blood, Fu Qian felt as if his flesh and soul had been hollowed out by the blow.

[Sanity Value -1]

[Sanity Value -1]

[Sanity Value -1]

A series of faint whimpers filled his mind, tearing at his consciousness.

A string of warnings about Sanity Value dropping appeared frantically, only stopping after a full seven points were deducted.

The whimpering also vanished.

Phew!

This time it should really be over. Fu Qian exhaled.

He looked up, and under the bewildered and horrified gazes of the Captain and Su Gao, Fu Qian raised an eyebrow. With his last ounce of strength, he stood with his hands behind his back, adopting an air of superiority.

[Containment conditions met, Designation 2-133 successfully contained]

The notification of successful containment arrived, and the scene before him rapidly dissolved. Fu Qian found himself back in the warehouse.

[Mission Complete]

[Evaluation: God Slayer]

[Congratulations, you not only successfully prevented the arrival of the Evil God's Progeny but also personally inflicted irreparable damage upon it. This is an unbelievable feat. You, in your mortal form, have taught a god a lesson. The name of a mad yet calm villain is fitting for you. This incident caused immense casualties, even leading to the fall of Night Watcher members. The Night Watcher internal affairs are paying close attention, and related documents have been strictly sealed.]

[Enemies Killed: Evil God's Progeny, Maggot People * 22]

[Rewards: Sanity Value +31; Inspiration +5]

[Special Kill Reward: Thug]

[Replay Event Review?]

Finally, it's done!

In the warehouse, the strange phenomena from before had vanished.

As Fu Qian breathed a sigh of relief, his first instinct was to reach down and touch his stomach. That Internal Organ Critical Hit had been truly unforgettable.

Confirming that all his vital parts were still in place, Fu Qian finally began to examine his rewards.

[God Slayer]

This evaluation is quite impressive. It must be mainly due to my god-slaying feat.

The kill count clearly included the number of Maggot People. Combined with the Sanity Value increase, it seems like grinding for kills inside was indeed useful.

My Sanity Value took a heavy hit this time; it's good to have some extra replenishment. With this reward, my Sanity Value is now 43.

Inspiration increased by 5 again. I wonder what I'll see next time.

However, besides these, the main reward is only one item. Isn't that a bit unreasonable?

Fu Qian frowned and flipped to his special kill reward.

[Thug: Extraordinary Form, Consumable. Upon use, you will be upgraded to this form. This process is irreversible.]

[A powerful body and swift speed allow you to completely break free from human limitations and change the very essence of life (Flesh is weak, Flesh ascends).]

This...

Fu Qian was uncharacteristically stunned for a moment.

Extraordinary Form?

That title really made it hard not to think of the extraordinary.

Thinking back to his previous four Night Watcher teammates, Fu Qian was deeply impressed by the White Porcelain Woman Su Gao's terrifying blade light.

That speed and lethality were by no means describable as mere swordsmanship mastery; it was a power exclusive to the extraordinary.

If he understood correctly, this thing could turn him into someone like them?

Do nothing and become a superman just by using it?

There was actually such a good thing!

But he still had to be cautious, after all, the process was irreversible.

Fu Qian touched his chin, hesitating for about two seconds.

[Warning: Item will disappear after use. Confirm usage?]

"Confirm!"

Giving up on this kind of opportunity was impossible.

Besides, after working so hard for so long, wouldn't it all be for nothing if he didn't use it?

As Fu Qian confirmed, a warm current surged into his body.

The next moment, his entire blood seemed to boil.

His heart pounded like an overclocked motor, accompanied by the rapid contraction and expansion of all his muscles.

After a long while, Fu Qian opened his eyes. His heartbeat had returned to normal, and he was filled with an unprecedented strength.

Fu Qian tried clenching his fist, feeling the muscles in his arm like steel wires twisted together.

He was no longer an ordinary person. The feeling from the depths of his heart made Fu Qian soberly realize this.

It really was a good thing, worthy of being the reward after slaying a god.

His chances of success in future missions had increased significantly.

[Today's work is complete. Thank you for your efforts.]

[You may now leave the warehouse. See you tomorrow.]

The reminder voice sounded, and Fu Qian took off his work badge.

He was really exhausted!

Today's work had been far more difficult than he had imagined and had consumed a considerable amount of mental energy.

The scenery before him shifted, and he was back in his familiar home.

Fu Qian shook his head, quickly realizing he hadn't eaten yet today.

While he was contemplating whether to simply cook some noodles or order takeout to treat himself, Fu Qian suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable.

He looked down. His clothes, which had fit him perfectly before, were now stretched tight against his body, the buttons visibly straining.

Realizing something, Fu Qian immediately ran into the bathroom.

The reflection in the mirror was both familiar and strange.

His previously somewhat slender body had expanded considerably, as if inflated.

Smooth lines, a perfect physique, with muscles defined into sharp angles.

Every movement exuded explosive power.

The reward obtained in the scene could actually be brought out!

What kind of job had he taken on!

Fu Qian washed his face, trying to calm himself down.

Although his title was Thug, fortunately, he hadn't grown a full beard, and his skin even looked more delicate and smooth.

Was the current trend "Suit Thug"?

Coming out of the bathroom, Fu Qian thought of something and pointed his finger at a bottle of mineral water on the table.

Snap!

Water splashed everywhere.

The mineral water bottle had a large hole shot through it by an invisible Air Bullet, spilling water all over the table.

Silence descended.

What would you do if you suddenly weren't human anymore?

Fu Qian had never really considered this question before.

If the 30,000 yuan that arrived in his account daily had saved him from destitution and changed his concept of money, then transforming into a Thug had changed his concept of life itself.

The change was so profound that it took him the time it takes to eat a hamburger to digest this reality.

Fu Qian took a big gulp of his iced cola and looked at the men and women in McDonald's, feeling a thousand emotions.

It was his habit to eat junk food after a big job.

It was a satisfying feeling of indulgence and depravity, and it felt great!

Growing up, Fu Qian had always been the unconventional type, otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up in such a destitute state.

But no matter what, the pressure to survive was still there, and he had to hustle to make a living.

Now, the pressure to survive was suddenly gone, and he wasn't even sure if he was still human.

Come to think of it, was this feeling of suddenly losing his life's purpose truly happiness?

Yes, it felt amazing.

Fu Qian answered himself without hesitation.

Although he was a freelancer, he had nothing to do with those melancholic artistic youths.

He was a pragmatic person and disliked affected thinking.

If given the choice a million times over, he would give the same answer.

Nothing was more valuable than having more options.

As he was contemplating life, his phone, which was on the table, suddenly rang.