Valuable Item Appraisal!

At noon in Z City, a figure danced through the woods behind Mid-City High School.

After spending the morning studying, Fang Can headed straight to an empty spot after school to keep working hard on the Tiger Fiend 88 Forms.

The arsenic, which had been limited to one pill a day in the other world, became plentiful as soon as he returned. His stock had shot up to more than seventy pills, giving him a ready supply of arsenic.

And from now on, with the real world as his base, he could make as much of this low-value stuff as he wanted—as long as he could afford it.

For the next three days, unless he was forcibly transported again, he'd have enough arsenic to eat.

In the woods, Fang Can practiced his martial arts over and over, his mind turning over the possibilities.

One pill can keep Genius Mode going for an hour. In theory, the seventy-two pills I have left are enough to buy me a three-day trial.

But as my strength increases, the lethal dose of arsenic for my body is already starting to drop. Genius Mode's effects will gradually diminish, until my body becomes immune to arsenic.

At the same time, as my physique improves, so does my digestive system.

The original one-hour digestion time might shrink. Eventually, arsenic may dissolve as soon as it enters my mouth. I'll definitely need to find something stronger and more lethal after that.

As these thoughts raced through his mind, Fang Can kept his movements steady, running through the technique again and again, improving his strength by whatever amount he could.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Z City, inside a small house—

A beautiful young woman in ancient-style clothing held a sword pointed at a modern man whose face was bruised and swollen.

Not long after arriving in the present world, she had been wandering around when she ran into a would-be mugger in an alley. She had beaten him up and hoped to get some information out of him.

The man trembled with fear, kowtowing repeatedly as he begged, "Superpowered sir, please show mercy and let me go. I swear I'll never do it again."

Seeing how pathetic he was, the young woman knitted her brows. "I spared your life so you could tell me something. And I'm not a Superpowered. Now tell me where we are."

"Where we are?" The man froze for a moment. "This is my home."

"Still playing dumb?" The young woman flicked her arm. A sharp blade of energy cut through the wooden table in front of her, splitting it in two.

"I'm asking which country this is, who the strongest martial artist is and what realm they've reached, and why these mechanical contraptions are so... novel."

As she spoke, the young woman glanced at the furnishings in the room. Even she had never encountered such things before.

But a moment later, her expression sharpened. She sensed a large group of people stealthily approaching from dozens of meters away.

When did they find me? she wondered.

But there was no time to think. With a deafening crash, the tightly shut steel vault door was blasted open. A young man with a body camera on his shoulder walked in from outside.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Li Qing'an, a Prefecture Rank ability user with the New Nation's Dragon Group. Cooperate—"

Before the man could finish, a terrifying pressure poured out from the young woman.

"Did I say you could speak?"

It was sheer, crushing oppression, enough to drive an ordinary person insane in an instant.

If Fang Can had been there, he would have immediately recognized the pressure as similar to Manager Gu's.

But the young woman's pressure was dozens, even hundreds of times stronger. No ordinary person could withstand her will.

In almost an instant, all the guards who had quietly infiltrated the area lost consciousness under her terrifying aura.

The man who had claimed to be a Prefecture Rank ability user fared a little better. His knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground, staring blankly.

In the blink of an eye, everyone at the scene was down.

The body camera was recording the operation, with staff at headquarters monitoring it in real time. The moment they saw what happened, the people there panicked.

The analyst tensed and immediately reported, "Prefecture Rank ability user Flame God has lost combat capability. In addition to immense physical strength and a reactive force field, the target has demonstrated multiple other abilities, including energy and mental attacks. Send reinforcements immediately."

The information was quickly passed up the chain. It took less than half a minute to reach Scarface at Dragon Group headquarters.

"Oh, so this is the martial arts the people from other worlds talk about? Judging by what she showed... is she at the Mortal Shedding Body or Heaven Ascending Path stage?"

"This martial arts stuff is more well-rounded than Superpowered abilities, which can only develop along their own respective paths."

Scarface thought for a moment, then asked, "Which Superpowered people of City Rank or higher are stationed near Z City?"

"Cloud Hidden Hero, King of Bad Jobs, and Holy Separator. Oh, and Stitch Monster is there too!" the operator replied.

"Then send Stitch Monster over. He's just right for this situation. Make sure you take her alive." Scarface spoke casually, but the other end of the line fell silent.

"What is it?"

The operator replied cautiously, "We just got word that King of Bad Jobs is already on his way there."

"If he wants to go, let him. He can handle it anyway."

After ending the call, a screen in front of Scarface lit up. The face of the old man from Dragon Hidden Base appeared on it.

"Elder Yang, what is it?" Scarface asked, folding his hands together.

"Group Leader Ji, I'd like you to look over the research report on the people from the other world." The old man spoke gravely, showing not the slightest disrespect.

The Dragon Group was the New Nation's largest Superpowered organization. Ji Donglai, the Scarface before him, was its top leader and one of the most powerful people in the country.

And no one outside knew what Scarface's ability was, because almost everyone who had seen him use it was dead.

"Oh, you already have a report?" Ji Donglai asked, a hint of surprise crossing his face.

"Yes. We used Valuable Item Appraisal on that Mortal Shedding Body martial artist," Elder Yang explained.

Valuable Item Appraisal—short for Valuable Object Appraisal—was a special-type Superpowered ability. It could be used only once a day, and it directly appraised the composition of other people.

For example, appraising a vase would reveal its materials, origin, composition, maker, and more.

The more ordinary something was, the more detailed the results. The more extraordinary it was, the more abstract they became.

Elder Yang sent over the document, and Ji Donglai opened it without a word.

The first page showed a long-haired man bound in thick titanium-alloy chains in a pure white room.

Name: Pei Xing

Realm: Mortal Shedding Body

Degree of Flesh Alienation: 73.87%

Technique: Five Elements Intercalary Technique

Martial Art: Myriad Manifestation Form-Intention Fist

Composition: Flesh Meme, Humanoid Wish Machine