Unexpected Gain
"Welcome aboard the Enterprise. This aircraft is scheduled to take off in ten minutes. We will be heading to the Fourth Airport in the South District on the 27th floor. Please double-check your destination. There may be slight turbulence during takeoff; please remain calm. This aircraft belongs to 'Hundred Tales', and any irrational behavior will be subject to legal action..."
Hearing the aircraft's announcement, Feng Xue, who was slumped in her seat, finally breathed a sigh of relief and took out a filter from her pocket and put it into her Storage Bag.
The power of that unknown "Artificial God" construct far exceeded his imagination. If it weren't for its relatively slow speed, Feng Xue would have even doubted whether he could have found a chance to escape.
Just as he closed his eyes to take a short rest, more than a dozen people rushed into the cabin as if fleeing a disaster. Judging from their dusty and dirty appearance, they had obviously come out of smoke and fire.
"Isn't this Lawrence? I remember your Slaver Team usually goes up the mountain the day Garbage Day, right? How come you're out here already?" Someone on the spaceship recognized the newcomer and immediately greeted him curiously.
Upon hearing this, Lawrence, perhaps eager to vent his dissatisfaction, immediately said:
"Don't even mention it! The people below 'Flying Cat' spotted something huge. No one can get into the middle section of this area for the foreseeable future!"
Upon hearing the words "Flying Cat," Feng Xue immediately thought of the red-haired older sister she had kicked away, and her ears perked up instantly.
"A big one? How big is it?" Upon hearing this, the surrounding passengers also became curious, some simply out of gossip, while most were eager to gather information.
"A huge guy, over twenty meters tall, I'm not entirely sure of the exact size, but he had Mental Pollution abilities. I only glanced at him from a distance, and my Mental Defense Charm, worth two hundred thousand, just exploded! This is a huge loss, but it's almost certainly from the Flying Cat Hunting Zone, so we should be able to ask them for some compensation..." Lawrence said, taking the water glass from the questioner and gulping down several mouthfuls before shaking his head and continuing:
"I wonder what Flying Cat did to create something this big on Garbage Day... Maybe it involves some Evil God from another world or something."
Hearing the other person's tone, which sounded like they'd had the worst luck in the world, Feng Xue became curious, but since she didn't know them, she didn't dare to ask directly.
However, perhaps because things had turned around for the better, just as he was about to ask, a henchman-like fellow spoke up first:
"Boss, that thing shouldn't be Omen, right? Can't we just wait until it exhausts its [consciousness]?"
"You think you're so smart!" Lawrence rolled his eyes at his underling, while the man who had been gathering information nearby chuckled and explained:
"Actually, within this circle, the most terrifying thing isn't the Omen, but rather those False Thing with the ability to act autonomously. Of course, this doesn't include the ghostly things that people from outside the Infinite City turn into after they die..."
"False Thing is more terrifying than Omen?" These words drew the attention of many passengers on the ship. The person who spoke seemed to have Tag for this, making no attempt to hide it, and instead raised their voice:
"Ordinary False Thing aren't really that scary, but things like robots, which possess a certain level of intelligence, are essentially no different from nothingness in a sense. They're fine when they're not activated, but once they awaken, they're born with the [Nothingness]' of the Tag and elements of compatibility. About six or seven years ago, a demonic sword appeared in the Garbage Mountain. That thing possessed a suit of armor, claiming it was searching for a worthy master. It would indiscriminately cut down anyone it saw, and it had almost no aura of its own. It could even absorb the 'consciousness' of those it killed. Even several big shots of the Weird Tale were killed..."
"So you're saying that big guy might actually come out and kill us?" Feng Xue asked, getting restless. The established rules were paramount; if the Phantom Object had locked onto the opposing faction and actually left the Garbage Mountain, it would definitely come after her.
"That's not necessarily true. False Thing are still False Thing. Even if they gain a lot of [knowledge] through Garbage Day, they won't be a match for the big shots. Once the Flying Cat Organization and the other organizations have settled the compensation issue, the big shots will take care of it."
The presenter waved his hand, giving him a look that said, "You're overthinking it," and then began to talk about how many organizations the Flying Cat Organization had screwed over this time, and how much money they would have to pay in compensation.
Feng Xue felt reassured, and her mood improved considerably. However, looking back at the Garbage Mountain where she could still faintly see the flames, she made up her mind that she would go back and ask Hom where to find the door...
"Finally back." Looking at his home in the distance, Feng Xue smiled. He temporarily put aside the questions of Artificial God and all he wanted to do was take a hot bath and then have a good night's sleep.
But the moment he pushed open the door, an extremely unpleasant smell immediately filled his nostrils.
"What the hell?!" Feng Xue held his breath immediately, pulled out a mirror, and looked into the room. Then, he saw a scene that made his sanity plummet—
In the Living Room, five or six corpses lay sprawled on the floor. If they were all human, that would be one thing, but he even spotted a crocodile among the bodies.
"What's going on?"
Feng Xue stared blankly at the horrific scene at her home, instinctively activating her cheat-like ability to identify the Golden Finger. Immediately, the details of each corpse surfaced.
"Each one has [electricity]..."
Feng Xue slapped her forehead, suddenly realizing what was happening. Ignoring the stench in the room, she walked to the end of the group of corpses and, sure enough, saw her own brightly lit sign stuck there.
[There is an electric switch here]
"So they're a bunch of idiots who touched the electric gate [beep--]... But then again, this electric gate is pretty powerful. Not only did it electrocute people, it also killed the Omen that turned out to be dead."
Feng Xue imagined the scene of the thieves touching the electric gate. In the blink of an eye, the corpses turned into elements and were absorbed by her Golden Finger. However, to Feng Xue's surprise, they had actually left her a gift—
Name: Phantom Object Alligator Wallet
Elements: [Items], [Valuable], [Rare]
Description: This wallet, made of crocodile skin, is high-end and sophisticated, enhancing the wearer's image and making them appear Rich Person.
Note: Without buying, there would be no killing.
"Another Miscellaneous Item and ends, and I always feel like I'll be taken advantage of if I carry this with me when I go shopping..." Feng Xue picked up the wallet casually, but the moment his fingers touched it, his [consciousness] fluctuated again.
"What the hell?" Feng Xue's face showed a look of surprise, because this feeling of being bound by Tag was not unfamiliar to him.
Just as he was contemplating whether he could take the Tag of "instructor" or "devil" to the next level, the change came to an abrupt halt, and he was given a completely useless Tag instead.
[Rich Person].