The Evil-Warding Sword Manual and Whitebeard's Half-Face

Entering the study, the Little Devil appeared and opened its mouth, and Lin Hao walked in.

This space was very magical. The first time he entered, only an area less than ten square meters was illuminated, while the rest was shrouded in absolute darkness. As the Little Devil traveled more, the illuminated area continuously expanded.

This wasn't inside the Little Devil, but rather a separate dimensional space. The Little Devil was merely the key to accessing it.

Lin Hao had previously taught the Little Devil to stuff things into its mouth when traveling to other worlds, bringing back "local specialties" each time. This had nearly scared the Little Devil into social withdrawal.

This space did not travel with the Little Devil to other worlds, which ruined Lin Hao's plan to hide here and traverse other realms.

Upon entering, Lin Hao first checked the "resentment of living beings" the Little Devil had recently absorbed, finding it sufficient for a hundred journeys.

Living beings died every moment, filled with anger, sadness, fear, and hatred... but these negative emotions had nothing to do with Lin Hao.

The Little Devil could only absorb "resentment of living beings" that had "karma" with Lin Hao. Simply put, Lin Hao had to be involved, and the amount absorbed depended on the degree of involvement.

Killing someone personally or confronting them directly accounted for 100%. Releasing viruses, using items to destroy the world, and similar actions were considered direct involvement. Next were the "resentment of living beings" generated by the destruction caused by beings contracted with the Little Devil. The greater the karma and the higher the involvement, the more he received.

The "black and white war" on the streets of San Francisco, which caused the deaths of many bystanders, generated the highest amount of "resentment of living beings" this time.

Additionally, the nationwide protests sparked by racial discrimination were continuously providing Lin Hao with energy. Although it was indirect involvement, and the share from individual participants was small, the sheer volume of people involved was immense.

Judging by the trend, it would likely continue for some time, a steady stream of income.

This meant America was truly Lin Hao's lucky land.

Before, back in China, working tirelessly for half a year might not even yield enough energy for a "hundred consecutive draws." He also had to rack his brain for new confrontation tactics, otherwise, his numb colleagues wouldn't react at all; it wasn't friendly at all.

Lin Hao sat cross-legged on the ground, silently recited a calming mantra, and then commanded the Little Devil, "Begin."

The Little Devil vanished with a "whoosh" and reappeared in the blink of an eye, holding a piece of native gold in its short hands and dropping it on the ground.

Lin Hao reached out and touched it, receiving information directly in his mind: a gold nugget from "Journey to the Center of the Earth."

His heart remained unmoved. It could at least be used as money.

Next, with a flurry of sounds, a large amount of items appeared before Lin Hao: Hu Yifei's leather jacket, Little Swallow's homework notebook, Qi Tongwei's sniper rifle, Gao Qiqiang's "The Art of War," Xu Hongdou's black stockings...

Lin Hao silently set aside the leather jacket and stockings. Don't misunderstand, he just wanted them to reminisce about his lost youth.

He casually tossed the sniper rifle into the trash pile. If he were in the Great Qing Dynasty, a sniper rifle might be somewhat useful, but this was free America, where any weapon could be bought.

Suddenly, the Little Devil flung out an old kasaya.

Lin Hao picked it up, his expression turning strange.

Flipping the kasaya over, he saw eight brilliant characters inscribed on the lining: To practice this art, one must first castrate oneself.

It was the Evil-Warding Sword Manual from "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer."

When the Little Devil returned again, holding a piece of jade, Lin Hao stopped it and asked, "How did you get this?"

"Ying ying ying ying..."

"You're saying you found it in a cave, with a middle-aged man naked with a dagger, hesitating, and then you brought this back?"

"Xi xi xi xi..."

"Headmaster Yue, it seems you need to thank me!"

Lin Hao chuckled ungratefully, "Lady Ning should thank me even more. It's a pity I can't go there myself, otherwise, I'd definitely ask Lady Ning for a favor."

"Ge ge ge ge ge... Ji ji ji ji ji..." The Little Devil made cheerful sounds.

"This one of yours won't do, listen to me sing," Lin Hao said with a smile, "Ge ji ge ji ge ji ge ji ge ji, Auntie sucks little chicken."

"Xi xi xi xi... Hei hei hei hei..."

After laughing, the Little Devil continued to travel and fetch items, and another pile of bizarre things appeared before Lin Hao.

Suddenly, the Little Devil returned, clutching a small porcelain bottle, its little face looking wronged.

Seeing Lin Hao, it started crying, "Wuwuwuwu..."

"A man wearing a cloth tiger on his head wouldn't let go, so you only managed to snatch this one bottle?"

"Wuwu..."

"Don't be sad, next time you see him, just poke him with a fork," Lin Hao comforted, and took the small porcelain bottle.

"Holy crap!"

"One-Stick Wonder" from "The Deer and the Cauldron."

A line of text inexplicably appeared in Lin Hao's mind: You don't even need to touch this thing, just smelling it is unbearable. So the first place definitely belongs to him!

"Interesting, it really has to be Stephen Chow!"

Waving for the Little Devil to continue its travels, Lin Hao suddenly noticed the Evil-Warding Sword Manual on his left and "One-Stick Wonder" in his right hand, and fell silent.

What did this mean?

Was this testing me, Director Lin?

A joke, what cadre couldn't withstand such a test?

Lin Hao, with a solemn expression, discarded the kasaya and pocketed the small porcelain bottle.

The subsequent items held no surprises; they were all mediocre, lacking any highlights.

It was a normal occurrence, and Lin Hao had long grown accustomed to it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have only managed to obtain three useful items over the years.

Universal Adhesive: Right, right, you're so pure, you're so amazing! If you've got the guts, throw away your panties too!

The "Hundred Consecutive Draws" ended quickly. Lin Hao kept the few items he liked, and the rest of the "trash" was sorted by the androids responsible for cleaning and sent to the warehouse.

"Ying ying ying..." Little Devil tugged at Lin Hao.

"Not done playing?"

Lin Hao glanced at the remaining energy, which was enough for Little Devil to make about a dozen more jumps.

"Fine, then I'll use it all up."

If he were still in China, Lin Hao would definitely be calculating every bit, but now that numbers were continuously flowing from the background, Lin Hao no longer cared about these minor scraps.

After waiting for a while longer, Little Devil excitedly jumped and brought back over a dozen unremarkable items.

Just as Lin Hao was about to end the session, Little Devil, on its final jump, actually brought back a hot, half-burned face, with magma clinging to its edges.

The face had a crescent moon beard and a charred eyeball set in its socket.

"This..." Lin Hao immediately stepped forward to receive it.

It was the face of Whitebeard from "One Piece."

"As expected."

The moment Lin Hao touched it, a surge of energy and a jumble of memories quickly flooded his body. Lin Hao, who had copied the Brain-Brain Fruit, rapidly digested Whitebeard's memories and then felt three different powers within the energy.

They were Armament Haki, Observation Haki, and Conqueror's Haki. Although the quantity was small, the quality was very high.

Years ago, Lin Hao had received Vegapunk's memories. He found the cultivation methods for "Rokushiki" and "Life Return" within those memories. After arduous training, he had finally mastered them.

Although "Rokushiki" was said to be a secret training method within the World Government, a secret known by only one person was a true secret. Countless people had practiced "Rokushiki" over the years, and it was inevitable that some would be captured, interrogated, or even betray the organization.

Moreover, there were pirates who infiltrated the Marines as spies and were promoted to Vice Admiral.

In the world of pirates, "Rokushiki" was no different from the three types of Haki; once one reached a certain level, it was no longer a secret.

Although he had mastered "Rokushiki," Lin Hao had never awakened the three types of Haki. He hadn't expected to accidentally obtain half of Whitebeard's face today and directly absorb these three powers from it.

A small amount wasn't a problem. As long as the issue of "having it or not having it" was resolved, he could increase it through training, just like "Ki" in the Dragon Ball world.

Whitebeard's half-face wasn't the only gain.

"Copy any special traits?" A choice appeared in Lin Hao's mind.

"Traits?" Lin Hao was stunned for a moment before reacting, "Is there residual power from the Tremor-Tremor Fruit?"

"Copy!" Lin Hao didn't hesitate.

After all, copying special traits from items only retained the characteristics without the negative side effects. For example, after gaining the ability of the "Brain-Brain Fruit," Lin Hao's head didn't keep growing, nor did he lose the ability to swim, and he wasn't afraid of seawater.

This was also why he hadn't eaten the artificial Azure Dragon Fruit. Now that he was traversing through various worlds, shouldn't he have some foresight?

Instantly, Lin Hao gained the power of the "Tremor-Tremor Fruit," but like the three types of Haki, the amount was very small.

He extended a finger, watching it vibrate non-stop, and Lin Hao fell silent.

"What the hell can this do?"

As he spoke, his gaze moved downwards.

"Damn, this comfortable feeling isn't mine either!"

Slightly dejected, Lin Hao walked over to the experimental bench and began to extract Whitebeard's bloodline factors while the matter was still fresh.

This was another useful person he could clone.

He wanted Whitebeard to continue collecting sons in the Marvel world!