Azure Heaven Saber

In the profound dead of night, Feng Yin crept into that hidden corner, smashing Wang Laosi to death in his bed using a large stone.

Blood splattered all over the place!

With each stroke of the stone, each burst of fresh blood, Feng Yin's transformation seemed to accelerate.

This misadventure aroused Feng Yin's latent cruelty, shattering all his past fantasies and ties to his previous life.

Next, he received the reward he was due.

A basic technique and a tangible reward of a low-grade Yuanli Pill appeared in the killing space within the card representing the Heavenly Judge.

Oh, and a steamed bun.

It took a while for Feng Yin to realize that the technique was a standardized reward for all killers who successfully carried out their first mission with the Heavenly Judge.

The Yuanli Pill and the steamed bun were the rewards for this particular mission.

Don't underestimate the so-called low-grade Yuanli Pill. It alone was enough to double his strength.

And that plain white steamed bun…

This bun was the most delicious thing he had tasted since arriving in this world. Nothing else even came close!

After a round of gruesome killing and subsequent vomiting…

He wolfed down the steamed bun, nearly swallowing his own tongue in the process.

For the first time in two years since crossing over, he had his fill, with great delight!

No one noticed the spark of lupine brightness in the eyes of that young beggar, eyes that shone brighter as he tore into his bun.

…

He didn't understand why this token contained a mysterious space, or why it could provide a vast amount of information from this strange world.

Even more baffling was the way the token immediately knew when he completed a mission and offered a reward in return.

How did it know?!

It was completely unscientific!

However, what confounded him most was how the token – a simple white card – could produce a steamed bun, an elixir pill, and a secret manual.

How did these things come out?

This wasn't the digital world of his previous life… No, even the digital world in his previous life couldn't produce such phenomena…

He might know how to play online games, but who ever heard of pulling a steamed bun out of a computer screen?

But Feng Yin chose not to delve into it further.

If it exists, it must be reasonable.

If it exists, I accept – such a simple principle.

Why worry about the whys and wherefores?

Merely being able to eat one's fill and breathe freely was happiness enough.

He initially thought this item was a unique cheat for him, and was pleased for a time, but later he learned it was actually developed by the Heavenly Judge organization.

Every assassin who joined the Heavenly Judge had this remarkable experience, indulging in being the chosen one.

It suddenly felt so tasteless.

He felt both ridiculous and ashamed of his previous wild notion of possessing a golden finger…

It's best to stay grounded as a person!

But there was some relief…

It's merely an ID badge, isn't it? How simple and real!

In his previous life, he even had an ID card… Was that extraordinary?

…

Just two days after Feng Yin took over the body of the young beggar, he'd completely discarded all memories and behavioral principles from his previous life.

Even if you could create many valuable items and possessed many valuable insights and foresights, in this chaotic world, the best outcome you could hope for was being captured and turned into a slave – the kind that can never break free from control for all eternity.

—How could they allow someone valuable or talented to move about freely outside their control?!

Are you talented?

Ha, ha, ha…

This world, in today's times, likes only slavishly talented… slaves!

Furthermore…

Indeed, Feng was a jack of all trades, master of none. When asked what he was good at, he couldn't name anything.

He was, of course, aware of the various ways to make a fortune in another world, but as for the "how", he only had a vague understanding.

That is to say, even if he were asked to produce something, he couldn't make anything…

I'm sorry, teacher.

I apologize for returning everything you taught me… I now understand the importance of knowledge. Can I go back and study well, remember the essentials of crossing over, and then cross over?

As for a longing for his previous life… sorry, none.

As a corporate slave…

As a hopelessly tired, overworked corporate slave that lived without a hope of sudden wealth, only able to get by through making empty boasts and had no inhibitions due to being single…

How much longing could there be?

On the contrary, he felt comforted.

In this world, there was still an opportunity to make a fortune – as long as you were willing to risk your life, to fight, and to strive.

The spirit of a bachelor!

This was Feng Yin's most precious quality from his past and present life. Yes, it was the only thing he was proud of at the moment.

As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he could fix his gaze on that distant light and strive with all his might!

As long as he could hold onto that light, he could keep struggling until his last breath.

There were times of desolation, times of confusion.

But after shedding tears and talking big, he'd still head to work full of drive and energy.

Even if he was scolded by the boss until he felt like shit just yesterday.