Walking down the street, Feng Xue habitually tugged at his hood and silently prayed he wouldn't run into an appraiser. Of course, he was praying for the appraiser's sake. If anyone recognized that he was wearing Phantom Objects, he'd have no choice but to kill them to silence them!
Ever since crossing over, Feng Xue had stuck to the principle of "if you don't offend me, I won't offend you." His moral compass told him that even in a place without moral or legal constraints, he still had to uphold basic notions of right and wrong. Otherwise, he might lose himself.
But things were different now.
He had resolved to kill others if that was what it took to survive.
To put it in JoJo terms, he had awakened his dark will.
It was the resolve to do whatever it took to achieve his goal.
As usual, the corpses had turned up outside one of the Cross Sword Guild's warehouses. Only a few days had passed since Garbage Day, but, just as when he'd first crossed over, many newcomers hadn't accumulated enough [Shi]. They also knew too little about the Administrator Gang and this world's power system. To survive, they had no choice but to take a gamble before they ran out of [Shi].
But clearly, unless these recent arrivals had some strange Golden Finger or other, they stood little chance of challenging the local gangs. After all, as trash discarded by their original worlds, Nothingness had no right to inherit those worlds' powers.
Showing off his [Corpse Collector] profession, Feng Xue loaded more than a dozen bodies onto his handcart. Boosted by the [Hauling] element and Internal Force, he was far stronger than before. He still couldn't draw a three-hundred-shi bow, but pulling a dozen or so people on