Electric Donkey Knight

That silver Electric Bike was not some trendy brand, but the oldest type with nothing more than an electric motor added. When Feng Xue was little, this kind of vehicle was usually called an "electric donkey." If there was any difference between it and those rustic electric donkeys, it was probably just a coat of silver paint.

Yet compared to the electric donkey that Feng Xue found rather low-rent, the knight riding it looked valiant and extraordinary. He wore gleaming silver armor and carried a Two-handed Greatsword over 1.6 meters long in one hand. The sight suddenly reminded Feng Xue of that meme he had seen in his previous life, of Guan Yu riding a bicycle on his thousand-mile solo journey.

Seeing the silver donkey knight about to collide with the Stitched Monster, Feng Xue had no time to marvel at the bizarre aesthetic. He immediately activated Tag Recognition Ability and turned his gaze toward the knight. Then the knight's public information flooded into his mind—

Class: [Landfill Area Manager]

Tags: [Knight], [Swordsman], [Strong], [Manager]

"These four tags are all pretty powerful... And there might even be hidden tags..." Feng Xue muttered. Then he activated his Golden Finger. Although it could not appraise living people, it worked on inanimate objects. Feng Xue was also curious whether this Big Shot's weapons and armor had any special properties.

Name: Silver Armor

Elements: [Sturdy], [Defense], [Metallic Color]...

Name: Silver Electric Vehicle

Elements: [Transportation Tool], [Electrical Appliance], [Power Assist], [Durable]...

"The armor and the electric donkey both have pretty ordinary entries." Feng Xue grumbled inwardly. He wanted to inspect the Two-handed Greatsword, but its heavy blade had already collided with the Stitched Monster.

Normally, a greatsword's primary damage did not come from cutting. Like a heavy weapon, it used the hilt and counterweight to smash through armor, or its sharpened point to inflict piercing wounds. Some extreme greatswords were even simply pyramids or cones, grandly dubbed Armor-piercing Swords.

But the weapon in this "Manager's" hand defied that common sense. The Stitched Monster's flesh, which had not suffered the slightest damage under the attacks of dozens of hooligans wielding machetes, was sliced apart by this strike like butter under a hot knife. As the greatsword sank deep into its body, bloodcurdling howls erupted from the cracks all over the Stitched Monster's body. Filthy, foul-smelling yellow bodily fluid and tainted blood gushed out together. The faint blue smoke rising from them made it clear that they were probably highly corrosive.

Yet the greatsword seemed completely unaffected. With the knight's terrifying strength, it was yanked free, swung in a half-circle, and viciously smashed into the Stitched Monster's head.

However, this undead-looking monster seemed to have no obvious weak point. Even with its head smashed to pieces, it showed no sign of falling. Instead, it regrew a flesh-and-blood head that made one's sanity plummet, then wildly flailed its twisted limbs and continued attacking. That single exchange alone had turned the Manager's electric donkey into scrap.

Taking advantage of that brief clash, Feng Xue finally aimed his Golden Finger at the greatsword. A line of text appeared—

Name: Phantom Object · Greatsword

Elements: [Weapon], [Sharp], [Tough], [Heavy]

Description: A sword capable of cleaving through armor, usually the preferred weapon of novice swordsmen.

Note: Don't even think about it. This Thing is too heavy—you can't handle it.

"So it really is a Phantom Object!" Feng Xue had suspected as much when he saw the sword ignore the corrosive bodily fluids of the Stitched Monster. Now that he had confirmed it, excitement inevitably rose in his heart.

After all, this knight was the Landfill Area Manager, yet the weapon in his hand was only a basic Phantom Object. Meanwhile, Feng Xue had produced the Blade of Suffocation with special effects by consuming only a few corpses and an ordinary toy.

But he also understood clearly that since Phantom Objects were not a mechanism unique to his Golden Finger, they must possess inherent value. If anyone discovered that he owned a Phantom Object, what awaited him would probably not be anything good.

After all, he was not some kind-hearted Japanese light-novel protagonist who could casually tell others about transmigration and Golden Fingers. One must always guard against others—this was the ancient wisdom of the Zhonghua Family.

With that thought, he instinctively shrank farther into the depths of the alley, but his eyes remained fixed on the two combatants.

It had to be said that ordinary False Thing armor truly had mediocre defensive power. Other than looking good, it had almost no advantages. After only a few exchanges, the Manager's gleaming silver armor had become riddled with dents, and some areas had even been corroded into holes that revealed the Charred lining beneath.

Yet the Manager seemed utterly unconcerned. He swung his greatsword again and again, slicing huge chunks of flesh from the Stitched Monster as though he intended to mince it into stuffing.

Once that filthy, twisted flesh fell to the ground, it quickly lost its vitality and turned into unremarkable Rotten Meat. Yet in Feng Xue's view, the Rotten Meat still carried small amounts of mosaic distortion and Garbled Code.

"I used to wonder why they didn't just cremate corpses here. Now it seems elements probably aren't that easy to destroy. Tossing them into a fire might even add a Burning element or something to the corpse..."

Feng Xue muttered inwardly, while the Manager's movements did not pause for even a moment. Although he looked quite miserable on the surface, closer inspection revealed that he himself had not actually suffered much harm. By comparison, the Stitched Monster had already lost at least two-thirds of its volume, shrinking from a bloated flesh monster to roughly the size of an Ordinary Person.

Even if it kept picking up the flesh that had fallen to the ground and fusing it back into itself, the mindless Stitched Monster moved far too slowly compared to the Manager's attack speed.

Crack!

Another mighty horizontal sweep cleaved the Omen—now more like a mummy than a Stitched Monster—in half at the waist. Looking at the two sections of its body still wriggling, crawling, and trying to regenerate, the Manager mercilessly swung his Greatsword and smashed them into several pieces with two loud blows.

Only then did the Omen finally stop twitching completely. Under Feng Xue's Golden Finger observation, the twisted, blended mosaic sphere on the Omen's body also completely dispersed, turning into segments of Garbled Code lodged in different parts of the flesh.

"What incredible vitality... Don't Know whether that's the Stitched Monster's racial talent, or whether all Omens are like this."

As he watched the Omen die completely, Feng Xue thought this to himself. At the same time, he wondered whether the mosaic information sphere shattered because the Omen died, or whether the Omen truly died because that information sphere had shattered.

Just as Feng Xue was pondering ways to deal with Omens, a vibration suddenly came from his pocket. At the same time, he received an instruction from his work badge—

"An Omen corpse has appeared fifty meters ahead. Please proceed immediately to handle it."

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