What's the Matter, Little Bro?

[Reincarnator: Allows you to reincarnate with your memories upon death (limited to human civilization).]

The instant Li Xianfeng woke up, he knew he possessed this ability. Like breathing, it was an innate gift.

He accepted this as a matter of course.

But no matter how he looked at it, the "Reincarnator" ability was simply too staggering.

As long as he wanted to, as long as human civilization still existed and people still had children, he could reincarnate endlessly, becoming... an immortal!

Even breaking the law and getting executed by firing squad would not matter.

Because he would always have another life.

He could commit crimes, do whatever he pleased, and have no fear of death!

In other words, his lifespan was the same as human civilization's!

This ability to "reverse yin and yang, overturn life and death" went beyond human ethics and morality. After considering it from every angle, he chose to conceal it and be an unremarkable "Extrasensory Perceiver."

At that thought, another strange possibility occurred to Li Xianfeng. Even he, the leader of this major project, had chosen to hide something from the public. What about everyone else?

"There shouldn't be many people with extremely unusual abilities like mine. Otherwise... what will the world become?"

After letting his thoughts wander for a while, Li Xianfeng shook his head and decided to ignore this [Reincarnator] ability and live out his current life properly.

His parents were both alive and only in their forties. Why chase after another life for no reason?

Yet the enormous shadow cast by the age of superpowers lingered in his mind, like bubbles of memory that would shatter at a touch.

Among billions of people, how many would possess extremely unusual abilities beyond comprehension, like his?

What kind of era would the future bring?

I won't choose to commit crimes, but will someone else?

Are there even stronger abilities, powerful enough to change the course of human history?

The morning sky was gloomy and dim. The sun hid behind the clouds and refused to show itself; instead, a fine drizzle fell.

Following yesterday's route, Zhang Ming went to the Red Mangrove Forest to gather Super Chili Peppers and Fennel Tree bark, while carefully observing the movements of the big boss, the "Golden Electric Eel."

The enormous eel rested near a massive tree root. Its golden scales rose and fell with its breathing, and its powerful muscles slowly flexed as it swam through the sea. At first glance, it looked like a miniature golden Flood Dragon.

As one of the overlords of this Red Mangrove Forest, it lived a very comfortable life.

Perhaps it had stuffed itself yesterday. The huge eel stayed sprawled there, only occasionally flicking its tail and sending waves rolling across the sea.

For now, Zhang Ming lacked the combat strength to deal with it. He merely hid among the trees, observing the surrounding terrain from afar and committing it to memory.

Then he went to the edge of the valley to search for traces of the Indigenous Civilization.

Most of the buildings had been infested with Spore Mushrooms, so he did not dare venture deeper rashly.

He could only remain on the outskirts, in almost the same spot, and "very carefully" absorb some spores.

"Raise my [Perception] stat to 100..."

"Toxin Resistance!"

A faint current of warmth flowed through his body.

This time, Zhang Ming vaguely sensed several black microorganisms drifting through the air and taking root in his lungs as he breathed.

He did not stop these black substances from infesting him.

He immediately returned to camp and used "Toxin Resistance" to expel the newly grown mushroom spores from his lungs!

[Lifespan -1]

"I'm skilled enough to take risks, folks. Let me show you a little magic trick."

Something extraordinary happened. When the turtles saw mushrooms emerging from Zhang Ming's nostrils, every last one was stunned!

Their shiny black eyes practically bulged out of their sockets.

"Awoo? (What's going on?)"

"Awoo! (Run!)"

"Awoo! (This guy's a goner! Burn paper offerings if you need him!)"

They seemed terrified of these things, scrambling away in a frenzy!

They even stopped listening to the radio!

Every last one fled into the sea!

"What's the matter, little bro?" Zhang Ming caught the Little White Turtle and snickered wickedly. "Hehehe. Why are you running, little bro? Is it really that scary? Have some mushrooms. They're great for you!"

The Little White Turtle let out an "awoo" shriek, almost in tears, and retracted all four limbs, turning into a piece of white jade.

This was Little White's innate ability-"Petrification."

Resistant to heat and cold, and harder than steel.

With no other choice, Zhang Ming let the turtle go. He had never intended to hurt the little fellow anyway.

The turtle immediately changed back from a lump of white jade, stretched out those stubby legs, and fled like a shot, even making a point of looking back several times.

Zhang Ming gave an awkward chuckle. "I know this is pretty freakish behavior, but I don't have a choice."

"These mushrooms are stat points. Calling them miracle medicine wouldn't even be an exaggeration!"

"Once I become Superman, I'll take you across the Mysterious Zone to experience the dazzling world of humanity."

The days passed, one after another.

Each day, he spent two hours hoping the rescue team would arrive, one hour cursing the heavens, and ten hours tinkering with mushroom spores while familiarizing himself with the terrain of the Advanced Instance-the Red Mangrove Forest.

The reason he did not curse the rescue team was that he feared they really might not come if he did.

Zhang Ming still had that much decency. Even a troll had to pick the right target. Wasn't cursing the people who would save his life just idiotic?

In any case, on this particular day, the increasingly muscular Zhang Ming set out with a glass jar containing "mushrooms."

These mushrooms were left over from yesterday.

He had not roasted and eaten them. Instead, he had come up with an even bolder idea: "Since the mushrooms are the biggest boss here, why don't I borrow their power to throw my weight around?"

When he brought the mushroom jar near the crabs, those fearless little creatures actually all backed away.

"Bili... bili!!"

Every one of them waved its claws in utter terror, let out a shrill "bili," and fled as fast as it could!

"My guess was right..."

"Today's harvest day for yours truly."

Delighted, Zhang Ming took the mushroom jar and began climbing a giant coconut tree.

He had been craving the eggs in the birds' nest for a very, very long time. However, the seabirds here were extraordinarily vicious. Their beaks were dozens of centimeters long, and a light peck could punch through a human skull.

Previously, he had not wanted to take such a huge risk and fight those stupid birds to the death.

But now, with these "mushrooms," he had a chance to intimidate them with borrowed power.

He huffed and puffed for nearly ten minutes as he climbed the coconut tree, which stood over a hundred meters tall.

By the time Zhang Ming reached the top of the coconut tree, the two giant seagulls were already waiting in their nest with hostile eyes and wings spread, as though expecting something.

They appeared to be a male and a female, incubating their eggs.

"Squawk?!" The male seagull shrieked and craned its head out, fixing Zhang Ming with an extremely hostile stare from its two little eyes.

Who the fuck are you? Talk!

Who sent you up here? If you don't talk, I'll peck you to death!!

Facing such an enormous bird, almost two meters tall, Zhang Ming was a little nervous-especially while dangling in midair, where it was difficult to bring his strength to bear. One slip really could kill him.

But now he had a trump card. Keeping his guard up, Zhang Ming chuckled and said, "Do you guarantee these eggs are cooked?"

The male seagull let out a shrill squawk. Its eyes looked as though it had spent ten dark years in the criminal underworld as it lunged at him with a vicious peck!