This Kid Clearly Isn't Normal

"If a ferocious beast had truly infiltrated, or if something truly extraordinary had happened, wouldn't my cousin have notified me to be careful?" Gu Yuan sat on the edge of the sparring ring.

Zhang Yining was stunned for a moment.

"That does seem to be the case..."

"Exactly." Gu Yuan spread his hands and continued his analysis.

"The reason this has alarmed the Destiny Bureau is likely not because the incident itself is terrifying, but because she has some special background, or it involves a specific martial artist."

Zhang Yining rubbed his chin and nodded thoughtfully.

"So, it might not be a ferocious beast incident after all?"

"It's highly probable." Gu Yuan nodded.

"Besides."

Gu Yuan brushed the dust off his pants and stood up from the edge of the ring.

"If something major were really happening, the tall ones would be the ones holding up the sky. It's not up to two high school students like us to worry about it."

He looked up at the wall clock.

"Alright, I'm done wasting time with you. I need to head to the Destiny Bureau; you can continue your practice here."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yining said with a straight face, "Fine, I'll let you off this time, but next time I'll make you taste the power of Haicheng No. 1 High School's Perfect Tiger Leopard Fist!"

Gu Yuan, who had just jumped off the ring, slipped and nearly stumbled face-first onto the floor.

Haicheng No. 1 High School's Perfect Tiger Leopard Fist?

How did this guy manage to say such cringeworthy, chuunibyou lines with such a straight face?

The key was, he hadn't even touched the hem of Gu Yuan's clothes in the last ten minutes—where did he get the confidence to talk such trash!

"Sure, see you next time, Haicheng No. 1 High School's Perfect Tiger Leopard Fist."

Gu Yuan fought to keep his mouth from curling upward, threw that line over his shoulder, and turned to walk toward the martial arts gym entrance.

Before he even reached the gate, he couldn't hold it in anymore and broke into a light jog.

He was afraid that if he stayed a second longer, he would burst out laughing like a pig.

The Destiny Bureau was not far from the city center.

Gu Yuan strolled along the road, and after about five minutes, the imposing gate of the Destiny Bureau appeared in his field of vision.

Two massive white marble stone lions stood guard on either side of the entrance, baring their fangs and claws, looking majestic and awe-inspiring.

Gu Yuan walked inside, familiar with the route; he had been here quite often lately.

To fleece the traits from Shen Tingxue's head, he had given her massages for ten days straight, to the point where his fingers felt like they were about to dislocate.

But it was all worth it.

Wool comes from the sheep; when it comes to fleecing, there is only zero or infinite times.

"What are you doing? Young man, come over and register."

Just as Gu Yuan stepped onto the stairs to enter the gate, the window of the security booth to his side was tapped, and a slightly raspy voice drifted over.

He stopped in his tracks and turned his head toward the sound.

The young guard who usually slacked off playing games in the booth was gone.

In his place was an old man wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, holding an enamel tea mug.

The top of the old man's head was bald, with only a sparse ring of hair remaining around the edges, reflecting a bright sheen under the sunlight—a classic Mediterranean hairstyle.

However, the moment Gu Yuan saw the old man clearly, he froze in place as if struck by a paralysis spell.

His gaze was locked onto the words floating above the old man's head.

[Steel Bone]!

It was purple!

Gu Yuan felt his breath hitch.

A purple trait!

Ever since he could see everyone's traits, most were white, occasionally he would encounter a few green ones, and blue traits were few and far between.

Even the one on his cousin's head was only blue.

And now, a gate-keeping old man with a Mediterranean haircut had a purple [Steel Bone] floating above his head!

If he could get his hands on that, wouldn't he instantly take off and become a human tyrannosaurus?

He couldn't wait to focus his attention, wanting to see the acquisition conditions for this purple trait.

The next second, Gu Yuan was stunned.

There were none.

Below the four purple characters, it was empty, clean, and devoid of even a single punctuation mark.

There were no prompts regarding the acquisition conditions.

Gu Yuan rubbed his eyes, refusing to believe it.

Still nothing.

What did this mean?

Look but don't touch?

How the hell was this any different from sending a eunuch to a brothel!

Dangling meat in front of someone without letting them eat it—wasn't this just pure psychological torture?

Gu Yuan's composure was on the verge of collapse, his mind racing at high speed.

Could it be that the quality of this trait was too high, and his current realm was too low to even qualify to trigger the acquisition conditions?

Regardless of the reason, looking at this piece of fat meat and being unable to eat it felt worse to Gu Yuan than being killed.

"Hey, hey, young man! What are you standing there dazed for?"

The old man in the security booth felt his skin crawl from Gu Yuan's stare.

The kid stood there, eyes fixed straight on him, his expression shifting between fanaticism, greed, and heartbreaking agony—it was so rich and varied he looked like a lunatic.

The old man couldn't help but shiver, subconsciously clutching his enamel tea mug a little tighter and taking half a step back.

The kid looked quite sharp, but could he be gay?

Were young people these days really that heavy-handed with their tastes? Not even sparing an old man?

The more the old man thought about it, the colder his back felt.

"Are you going in or not? Are you going to register?"

Prompted by the old man's shout, Gu Yuan finally snapped back to reality.

Seeing the expression on the old man's face, he immediately realized his previous lapse in decorum.

"Ah, sorry, sir."

Gu Yuan scratched his head.

"I just suddenly remembered something and spaced out, just spaced out."

"Spaced out?" The old man looked him up and down suspiciously.

"If you were spacing out, why were you staring at an old man like me? Do I have flowers growing on my face?"

"No, it's just that I think you have a truly exceptional aura, sir. You look like a hidden master at first glance." Gu Yuan spouted nonsense.

"I'm here to see my cousin, Shen Tingxue, captain of the Third Team. I'll register right now."

Having said that, Gu Yuan skillfully pushed open the side door of the security booth, walked in, picked up the visitor log on the table, and scribbled his name down.

As he wrote, his peripheral vision was still uncontrollably darting toward the top of the old man's head.

I really want it...

If only I could just snatch it by force.

"Are you done yet?" The old man watched him dawdle and urged him impatiently.

"Done, done."

Gu Yuan put down the pen and pushed the log over.

"Sir, I'll be heading in now."

Gu Yuan backed out of the security booth and headed toward the main building of the Destiny Bureau.

As he walked, he kept looking back every few steps, staring longingly at the top of the security guard's head.

The old man sat in his chair, feeling Gu Yuan's gaze, and became even more certain of his suspicions.

This kid was definitely not normal!

What normal person stares at an old man for no reason? That gaze was so intense it was practically spinning yarn!

"Young people these days, the morals are truly declining..."

The old man shook his head, took a sip of water from his mug, and shut the security booth window tight.

Gu Yuan withdrew his gaze and sighed.

Once his strength improved, he would sooner or later pluck that [Steel Bone] for himself.

He composed his emotions and quickened his pace into the Destiny Bureau office building.

The lobby was bustling with people, and law enforcement officers in uniform hurried by, the atmosphere feeling somewhat heavy.