From Igniting Talents to Becoming a Demon God - Section 1

Achieving Demon Godhood from the Moment My Talent Awakened

Author: Last Orange

Synopsis:

[Violence Dimension!]

[Intermediate Specialty—Titan's Strength!]

[Effect: Your strength will skyrocket, your physique will be elevated, you will tear steel alloy apart with your bare hands and ignore missile bombardment!]

[Survival Dimension!]

[Advanced Specialty—Flesh Regeneration!]

[Effect: Your self-healing ability will break through its limits, restoring all damage to flesh and blood, even regenerating severed arms!]

[Foraging Dimension!]

[Super Specialty—Super Energy Perception!]

[Effect: You can sense the energy magnetic field within a planet's range and easily lock onto any abnormal fluctuation!]

The universe was vast, civilizations countless, and superpowered beings of different systems were all seeking a higher ceiling for the development of life force.

Martial arts, special abilities, magic, biocolonial implants, biological serums...

Different paths collided with one another, and beyond individual might, fleets roamed unchecked, annihilating planets.

Lu Chao transmigrated to a corner of the universe and discovered that he possessed a special talent.

As long as he devoured enough resources, he could begin potential metamorphoses and obtain talent specialties from different dimensions!

Relying on this, he began his journey.

Step by step, with a human body, he achieved demon godhood and swept across the universe.

My name is Lu Chao—the Chao from "surpass"!

Alliance State, Prism Ring City.

At eight in the morning, thin dawn light barely squeezed into the narrow alley.

"E-57 kidney, seventy percent new. Could trade for 4,000 on the black market."

On the pitted concrete ground, Old Cheng used an iron hook to turn over a corpse. Its back looked as if it had been split open by a combat blade, a bloody mess that clearly revealed the shattered bionic organs inside.

"Shame. The left kidney's rotten through."

"The artificial liver's only a basic model too. Tsk, tsk. Probably another hotheaded idiot who mortgaged his organs for a loan."

His comments and head-shaking did not affect his movements in the slightest. He worked swiftly and soon dragged the corpse aside.

Lu Chao watched the scene without responding.

He merely spread open a black body bag with practiced ease, then helped drag the corpse.

A long smear of blood was left on the ground. His hands were braced under the corpse's armpits, and even through rubber gloves, he could feel a wave of icy coldness.

The deathly pale face and wide, staring eyes looked straight at him. Though he had already grown used to his current identity, he still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"What a rotten life."

Turning his face slightly, Lu Chao avoided the dead young man's stiff gaze.

The concrete walls on both sides of the alley blocked much of the sunlight. Not far away, five other corpses lay scattered in pools of blood, and figures likewise dressed in yellow-striped cleaner uniforms hurried over.

A month ago, he had still been an ordinary office worker on Earth, and the bloodiest scene he had ever seen had only been a car accident.

But now, he dealt with corpses every day, gradually growing used to the fishy stench and rot that he once found pungent enough to make him gag.

Lu Chao, this person from the Earth Star Alliance State who shared his exact name.

Nineteen years old, raised in an orphanage since childhood.

A C-rank temporary worker from an outsourced labor company in the Patrol Bureau's cleanup team—that was his current identity.

Rip!

Immediately after, the zipper closed, and the body bag became somewhat swollen.

"Old Huang's pretty lucky, though."

"The neural link in that corpse is still fairly intact, and it's even using a Wasp II visual enhancer. Should be worth 8,000."

Old Cheng's voice rang out again, filled with undisguised envy, as he jerked his chin toward the depths of the alley.

Lu Chao followed his gaze. There were quite a few bullet holes in the alley, and several dozen bright yellow spent shell casings lay in the corner.

This was clearly the scene of a shootout between gang members, and the guns and weapons had already been taken away.

Several of his colleagues were dealing with the five bodies sprawled not far away. One of them was carefully holding a tweezer-like tool, removing a pair of thin devices from a corpse's eye sockets that flickered with a faint silver glow, something like contact lenses.

A visual enhancer worth yuan was equal to two months of a cleaner's wages. It was no small sum.

But.

"This doesn't seem to have much to do with us."

Lu Chao's tone was calm, and he shrugged.

This month of life had barely allowed him to adapt, digest his predecessor's memories, and figure out the survival rules for cleaners.

After the company accepted a commission from the Patrol Bureau and assigned a job, they had to gather within the designated time, dispose of the bodies, and clean up the scene.

It seemed simple, but it carried certain risks. They might touch some leftover ammunition, or even, in rare cases, encounter disease or radiation from certain weapons.

As for what they gained during the body collection process, according to the Patrol Bureau's regulations, both corpses and prosthetics had to be brought back to the company morgue after the cleanup was finished, after which the families would be notified to come and claim them.

No one was allowed to hide or privately dispose of anything without permission.

"What if no one claims them?"

Old Cheng chuckled, revealing teeth yellowed by cigarette smoke.

"Then the company can only handle it and recover some of the cleanup costs."

"And the people in charge of collection and cleaning can naturally get a one-point reward, too."

His calculating look made Lu Chao open his mouth.

"True."

Without arguing, Lu Chao swallowed the words in his heart.

Claiming a body required paying a cleanup fee, and some of the dead, like him, barely had any family at all.

Clearly, people like that would be used a second time even after they died.

The black market, small clinics, pharmaceutical companies... countless eyes were watching.

A fucked-up world.

Lu Chao thought to himself, feeling that this world was completely different from Earth.

Perhaps because it had been through nuclear war, the wasteland era, and had established contact with extraterrestrial civilizations, encountering them many times.

So even after civilization had been rebuilt, the Alliance State still retained many nakedly savage rules.

Whoosh, whoosh!

As he was sighing inwardly, someone carried over a spray gun from outside the alley and blasted it at the ground.

Amid the sound of splashing water, bloody foam flowed across the ground. Lu Chao gripped a mop and worked with the others, scrubbing back and forth.

The craters left by bullets could not be repaired, but at the very least, the block had to be washed clean.

Bloodstains, urine, fragments, or certain possible radiation residues all had to be dealt with by these two hands wearing rubber gloves.

With many thoughts running through his mind, Lu Chao worked in silence, his eyes fixed on the pool of blood on the ground.

"By the way, I heard that starting next month, us temps might get our pay cut."

"Seems like the company's not doing well, and the Patrol Bureau's tight on funds too... After all these years, damn it, wages aren't going up, they're going down. Maybe we'll even lose our jobs."

Old Cheng's gloomy voice reached his ears, and Lu Chao's movements stiffened slightly.

"Is that so?"

He had already heard about it before.

But where else could he go besides this place?

With the development of intelligence and machinery, manual jobs were becoming fewer and fewer, and news of factories laying people off was flying everywhere.