Night Star Without Firearms

What a bustling scene.

Countless bridges spanned the sky, and neon signs adorned the entire city.

The pedestrians on the street wore varied clothing, all appearing to be at the forefront of fashion.

Chu Yunyi stood there.

He looked like a country bumpkin in the jungle.

Closing the spatial portal, Chu Yunyi stepped into this world.

At first.

The surrounding pedestrians were surprised, but within seconds, they stopped paying attention and went about their business.

Chu Yunyi looked around.

Even the passersby were quite technologically advanced. A man by the roadside had no eyes, but instead, eight red prosthetic eyes were embedded directly into his head.

Beside him, a woman had a steel spine exposed on her back.

Even a random young man wore clothes with animated ink-wash paintings as backgrounds.

It was incredibly trendy, almost making Chu Yunyi's rheumatism flare up.

Chu Yunyi walked through the area, looking completely out of place.

The people around him looked at him the same way he looked at the pedestrians, with surprise and confusion, as if they were witnessing some surreal human art.

After a couple more glances, Chu Yunyi ignored them.

He looked around.

Chu Yunyi thought to himself:

"What the Void Door requires is the ability to rapidly increase strength."

"Could it be... that I have to directly remove my arms and replace them with mechanical prosthetics?"

He looked at this world, filled with cyberpunk, dystopian, neon colors, and futuristic technology, and couldn't help but think.

However.

Chu Yunyi hadn't forgotten that this world was the same one he had seen before, the one with the large-eyed, flesh-and-blood planet.

This world was destined to not be so simple.

As he walked.

Chu Yunyi's attention was caught by two passersby.

They looked like thugs, something in their mouths, and they looked at Chu Yunyi with disdain.

"What are you looking at? Keep staring and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

"Don't be like that, Xiao Huo. Come on, come here, you Native Human. Uncle will show you something good."

The two otherworldly thugs looked at Chu Yunyi arrogantly, speaking in the language of this world.

The reason Chu Yunyi could understand them.

It was thanks to the ability he had previously drawn, NO.6 [Words of All Spirits]; otherwise, he wouldn't have understood a word.

Without relying on NO.6 [Words of All Spirits], was he supposed to expect that Mandarin would be universally spoken across all worlds?

Looking at these two strange-looking individuals, Chu Yunyi wasn't afraid and walked straight towards them.

He arrived at the street corner alley where the two thugs were.

It was very dark here, and not many people came in.

As Chu Yunyi approached them.

'Swish!'

One of the thugs, called Xiao Huo, had something like a dagger pop out from his arm.

It sprang directly from the back of his hand.

It was different from Assassin's Creed; it was like a Wolverine version of an assassin, Chu Yunyi felt it was somewhat out of place.

But this small dagger on the back of his hand was the thug's confidence.

"Hey, hey, you actually dared to come over?"

"We're a bit short on cash, lend us some Credit Points. We'll pay you back 5% more next month."

The two thugs grinned maliciously, seemingly convinced that Chu Yunyi was easy prey.

"Sigh." Chu Yunyi sighed.

Then.

Chu Yunyi directly drew the only Walther pistol he had left from behind him.

The two Little Bees had been lost in the fight with the Wrath patients, and the other Walther had been given to Shadow for a surprise attack on Xia Tian, though it wasn't very successful.

Up to this point.

Chu Yunyi only had this one, but it was more than enough.

Originally.

Chu Yunyi had thought about flashing this gun to make the two punks back down, but clearly, that wasn't the case.

"What the hell is this? A kid's toy? Ever seen one, big bro?"

"Never seen it. Looks weird. Real men use knives! Who uses this freakish toy?"

The two punks went back and forth, like they were performing a comedy routine.

Even Chu Yunyi almost burst out laughing.

"Is this a toy? Hmm?" Chu Yunyi raised it directly, aimed at the more arrogant punk, and pulled the trigger.

BANG!

A loud gunshot echoed, followed by a bloody scene. The entire alley was instantly filled with a murderous aura.

The punk who called himself "big bro" froze, his head ringing.

They were just messing around.

Who would have thought that this guy, who looked like a Native Human, would actually kill someone on the spot!

"Ah... Ahhh..." The punk was like a mute, unable to say anything.

Even.

The punk's body lost all strength, as if his bones had been removed. His whole body went limp.

For no reason, a liquid began to seep out.

Chu Yunyi didn't make any further moves. He gave the punk a few minutes to adapt to the situation.

Three minutes later.

Chu Yunyi asked:

"I'll be direct, I'm from another world."

Hearing this.

The punk suddenly lost focus. Was this guy kidding him?!

But after seeing the power of the Walther handgun, the punk actually started to believe him.

"An... Alien?!"

Chu Yunyi was surprisingly stunned by this bizarre term, but quickly responded, "You could say that."

"From now on, I ask, you answer. If you don't, or if you lie, that's your fate."

"O... Okay..."

"What is this world called, or what is this planet called?"

"Night Star..."

"What is that big eye in the sky? What impact has your world suffered?"

"Ah, you're not..., we call it Meat Mountain. It's a planet formed by countless Aberrations.

It occasionally drops some aberrant tissue, forcing everyone in our city to implant Combat Chips..."

"Last question, where do you get these body modifications?"

"We people on the edge of the lower city go to Old Jin's shop. He's a pretty decent guy, at least he doesn't knock us out and sell our organs.

It's on the corner of District 73. Turn right out of the alley, turn left at the inhibitor pharmacy, and it's the third unit on the twenty-third floor of the Wing Coin Building."

"You call that decent? Forget it, you're dismissed."

Chu Yunyi waved his hand with the gun and turned to leave.

But after a few breaths, the punk seemed to realize something and shouted, "What the hell alien, damn upper-city person!"

"Do you think you're superior! And you say you're from a different world than us lower-city folks?!"

"Aloof upper-city people!!"

"Witness the blood and fury of us commoners! Die!!"

The punk raised his arm blade and charged, but Chu Yunyi didn't even look back. He fired a shot in the direction of the voice, another gunshot.

BANG!

He had said that if he didn't answer or lied, he would die.

But he didn't say that if he answered, he wouldn't die.

This punk courted death himself, Chu Yunyi wouldn't hold back.

For those who wanted to kill him, he would just kill them, no need to keep them for any follow-up plot.

If it were like a cliché, where killing the small one brought the big one, and killing the big one brought the old one, that would be troublesome.

Chu Yunyi headed in the direction the punk had told him, preparing to go to Old Jin's shop.

He wanted to see.

If there were any weapons that could be used directly without Prosthetic modification.

Since this world didn't have guns, by common sense, weapons like knives should have developed well.