Surrounded

Feng Xue was aware that the Omen possessed instincts similar to those of wild beasts, and that in addition to instincts, they also exhibited certain tendencies depending on their "species".

This tendency is somewhat similar to the fallen gods in some novels before time travel who were corrupted by the poison of faith; simply put, "They become what they are rumored to be."

For example, if it is generally believed that undead creatures hate the living, then undead-type Omen will show strong hostility towards the living; or if it is generally believed that dragons love treasure, then dragon-type Omen will bring back valuable items they see to their lair, even if they cannot understand the value of such items.

But playing dead is different because it involves "initiative" and "choice".

Although dragon Omen will bring back any treasure they find, they do not actively hunt for it like hunters; this is what is meant by whether they are proactive or not.

Omen inherently lack initiative and the ability to choose, as Old Li mentioned when explaining the characteristics of Omen to him.

But now, when faced with a fatal wound, this Omen doesn't act like a wild beast, following its instincts to fight to the death or surrender, nor does it immediately flee. Instead, it chooses to gamble its hope of survival on "playing dead," which seems rather strange.

If it weren't for the mosaic sphere on its head, he might have even wondered whether this thing was a real Omen or just a disguised Omen attacking Outsider inhabitants of the Garbage Mountain.

Remaining extremely vigilant, Feng Xue gripped the hem of her cloak with her left hand, circling the mud-like monster as she picked up the Blade of Suffocation and the Unspeakable Rod-shaped Object. After careful consideration, she decided not to approach the "muddy beauty" again. Ultimately, hunting Omen to obtain Phantom Object wasn't her primary method; collecting more junk was far more profitable than risking killing this thing.

Feng Xue looked at the red-headed crowbar with some disdain. Although it wasn't dirty due to the nature of the Phantom Object, she felt she probably wouldn't have the courage to put it in her mouth again anytime soon.

"Anyway, I probably won't have a chance to go to the Real World anytime soon." Feng Xue tucked the Unspeakable Rod-shaped Object into her sleeve, reattached the Blade of Suffocation, and then removed the filter.

Just now, during his fight with that "muddy beauty," he discovered a somewhat terrifying problem—

As the saying goes, the setting is paramount. The effect of this filter is not simply to make the target in Feng Xue's eyes appear as a woman. It is not an illusion, but a real "rewriting of cognition." Perhaps in other worldviews, rewriting cognition and creating illusions are equivalent, but in the worldview of Infinite City, cognition is equal to reality.

Initially, this filter was merely the trigger for Disassembly Madonna's buff for Feng Xue, but now, as he begins to practice martial arts, the filter has undergone an even more terrifying enhancement:

It can treat all non-human things as "human".

In other words, "personal combat techniques" such as joint locks can be used against any enemy when equipped with a filter.

However, this advantage also presents Feng Xue with a problem: if Feng Xue gets used to this fighting style, he will undoubtedly become more dependent on the filter. Without the filter, his Combat Power may be greatly reduced, and he may even be put at a great disadvantage if he encounters a user with an ability that conflicts with the filter.

To avoid a terrifying future where she couldn't fight without relying on filters, Feng Xue decided to carefully consider her future combat methods.

As each Peerless Martial Art was copied, Bu Tiange's quality continuously improved through constant "extraction and quoting," making it easy for him to master unparalleled internal skills.

Basic Sword Technique gave him the most fundamental combat skills, instead of just relying on Internal Force to unleash brute force.

The Fifteen Deadly Swords are a peerless martial art that can be perfected through killing and is most suitable for training in the Infinite City.

In addition, there is the Sunflower Acupuncture Hand, once mastered, not only allows for remote acupuncture but can even immobilize non-humans. Although its own mobility is slightly lacking, it is complemented by the short-cooldown Teleportation skill of the Phantom of the Opera Set, making its configuration quite complete.

So, what was I lacking before becoming Weird Tale?

As Feng Xue walked, he pondered this question, and the answer was obvious: he lacked the ability to attack in groups.

"If we could find a 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One' or 'Maha Boundless Power,' that would be great, but the former requires one to cripple their martial arts, and the latter has strict requirements regarding one's destiny..."

Feng Xue thought about it for a moment and then gave up the idea of seeking answers from [Peerless Martial Art]. In the end, martial arts are just "martial arts" and need to be cultivated. He has only just begun to learn Sunflower Acupuncture Hand and Thirteen Swords of Life Taking. Even if an area-of-effect martial art really came out, he didn't have the energy to learn it.

"It would be ideal if I could directly synthesize a magic system manual, but considering the probability of synthesizing Golden Finger... I'll check the auction house later to see if they have any magic weapons with area-of-effect attacks..."

Feng Xue muttered to herself, then used a crowbar to dig out a palm-sized box from the garbage heap. After opening it and finding nothing else inside, she melted it down on the spot.

Actually, Feng Xue had other ideas about magic, namely the [demon] Tag attached to him.

As a demon, it's reasonable for him to know some magic, right?

Feng Xue was already very surprised that this Tag could still provide a stable supply of [knowledge], so expecting it to continue to improve was a bit unrealistic.

"Hmm, by the way, next time I go out, I can expand on the demon Tag, like deliberately showing some magical abilities to make people think I'm a demon who can use magic... Speaking of which, Hom mentioned before that some organizations sell Passage Right 'doors,' I'll ask about it when I get back. Now that I have the 'Ghostly Evasion' skill, I'm not worried about being ambushed by dozens of guns anymore."

With this in mind, Feng Xue was filled with enthusiasm, and she swung the crowbar with even more force.

This is not only because there are new goals, but also because an interesting element has emerged in the Golden Finger's vision—

[Divine Punishment].

Feng Xue wasn't quite sure what kind of item would carry this special element.

"A divine artifact with punitive functions? Super Robot mecha named after a god? Or a Yu-Gi-Oh!! card?" Feng Xue vigorously swung the crowbar, constantly shoveling out the trash. There was just too much trash in front of her, and it was too fragmented, including things like aluminum cans and crumpled paper. If she threw hundreds of thousands of towers into it, it would probably melt a large crater. Otherwise, if Feng Xue simply used her Golden Finger to Smelt it down, it would be much easier.

However, after frantic digging, Feng Xue finally found the target element—

It was an ordinary-looking two-handed sword, mostly stuck in the trash, with only a small section of the blade and a dusty hilt showing. Previously, only a small section of the hilt had been exposed, which Feng Xue's Golden Finger had caught. Now, as the surrounding trash was cleared away, Feng Xue was finally able to confirm that the [Divine Punishment] Tag did indeed belong to this sword.

Name: Divine Punishment Sword

Elements: [Divine Punishment], [Sword], [Weapon]

"The Divine Punishment Sword? Does it refer to a sword used by gods to inflict divine punishment, or does it mean the sword's owner suffered divine punishment?" Feng Xue reached out and tugged at it, finding it quite securely fixed. After a moment's thought, she aimed the Golden Finger's aim at the hilt—

It doesn't matter if you can't pull it out; just melt it.