Shen Ye stared at himself in the mirror, fell silent for several breaths, and spat out two words:
"Damn it."
He had absolutely no idea where those blood-red threads had come from.
So-
Someone was hiding in the shadows, ready to kill him.
Was that it?
Something suddenly vibrated in his pocket.
Shen Ye felt around and found the card.
He took it out and laid it in his palm, only to see that the assessment on it had changed:
"Prey lingering before a trap." "You already know your fate, and you have sharp claws and fangs, but can you escape the fate of death?"
-He was no longer a drowning person!
This thing was pretty accurate.
But he could not tell anyone anything related to it.
First, it would not help. Second, it would lower his rating.
Still-
Perhaps it knew exactly who wanted to kill him.
"If I'm the prey, who's the hunter?"
Shen Ye tried asking the card.
There was no response on the card.
But the card began to change.
The interwoven black-and-red background gradually faded like thick ink falling into water, washed away entirely by frost-white moonlight.
A pale moon appeared behind him.
He had changed into an ancient-style robe and stood atop the clouds, facing the wind, his head raised toward the ethereal palaces in the sky.
A line of bold, flowing characters appeared beneath the clouds:
"Kill one man every ten steps; leave no trace over a thousand miles."
Stars emerged one after another in the depths of the sky.
Five in total.
He had actually jumped straight from two stars to five!
``` "Shen Ye."
"Human Martial Arts Group selectee."
"Strength rating: five stars."
"Eleventh on the 'Newcomer' deck leaderboard (provisional)."
"The fastest-improving candidate of all, beyond dispute."