HELP! These Girls Wants To Kill Me

"Are you there?" Yang Ze shouted a few times, hoping to get a reply from Lin Meilin, but the only thing that answered him was the eerie silence of the forest. After waiting for a few more minutes, when he still hadn't received any reply from Lin Meilin, he couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile. It looked like she had truly left.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Ze focused on the eerie scene in front of him while muttering to himself.

"Should I simply fly?" With his ability to fly, he could easily traverse the entire region in just a few days. In this way, he wouldn't even have to be worried about not being able to make it back here in time.

Besides, it would be great to scan a massive area and decide his next course of action.

The moment this thought came to his mind, Yang Ze immediately lifted his right foot up and floated in the air, but the moment he was one foot above the ground, he felt a palpitating sensation in his heart. It was as if something terrifying was going to happen to him.

"Not good." Yang Ze didn't dare to bet on what would happen if he kept on floating in the air. Without any hesitation, he lay on the ground and took a few steps back, ready to rush out of this lifeless zone in case something happened.

Thankfully, even after waiting for a while, nothing seemed to happen. It was as if everything was an illusion. However, Yang Ze didn't dare to relax in the slightest. On the contrary, he kept on looking around him warily, ready to run away at the slightest sign of trouble.

For a moment, he was even beginning to regret his decision to come here. He even wanted to turn back and head out. Thinking like this, he focused his gaze on the eerie tree in front of him in a daze. And just when he was thinking about his next course of action, a personal panel appeared in front of him.

[Ageless Tree]

[Talent: Withering Year Mark(Purple)]

"HUH!?" In that instant, Yang Ze's mind almost stopped working. He couldn't help but rub his eyes, wondering if it was just his hallucination, but to his surprise, it wasn't. Not only the tree in front of him, but every single tree around him had this same exact panel.

Looking at the dense row of personal panels, Yang Ze's heartbeat sped up. This was the first time he came across such a situation where even trees would have their own personal panels.

Not only did they have their own personal panels, but they also had 'Purple' talents.

One had to understand that even after roaming many cities and sects, the number of people he met who had purple talents could be counted on the fingers of his hands.

He couldn't help but lick his dry lips. Just after entering this area, he was already greeted by such a sight. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if he ventured further into this territory.

Perhaps there would even be 'Gold' talents scattered all around.

The previous dissatisfaction that he had with Lin Meilin was already thrown out of the window by him. In his mind, Lin Meilin was his true master… someone who guided him to such a treasure trove.

And in front of the allure of becoming stronger, he had already thrown caution back to his mind.

"Isn't it just exploring this area? What is there to be worried about?" Taking a deep breath, he forcefully calmed himself before focusing on the tree in front of him.

There were still a few more hours till his daily reset, so he simply sat down in silence, waiting anxiously for the day to end, so he could use his sign-in opportunity on it. Just from the name 'Withering Year Mark', he could imagine just how terrifying the ability was going to be.

And once he uses his sign-in, the talent would be upgraded to the 'Golden' rarity. Till now, every single Golden Talent he had was heaven-defying.

With every passing moment, Yang Ze's anxiety reached its peak as he clenched his fists in nervousness, and soon, the cooldown to the sign-in was over.

"Sign In to the Withering Year Mark." Yang Ze spoke without any hesitation, as his voice increased by a few pitches.

[Sign in successful]

[Congratulations on getting Withering Year Mark(Gold)]

The moment Yang Ze saw golden talent, he almost jumped up in excitement and, without any hesitation, chose to inherit it.

In the next instant, a dense aura of life spread out from him that was soon engulfed by the surroundings.

"HA…"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." In that instant, he even failed to control his laughter. Had he known that he could find golden talents so easily, he would have rushed here by himself.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself down before focusing his gaze on the talent description.

It was one thing if he didn't see it, but the moment he saw the description, Yang Ze's eyes narrowed into slits, and his breathing almost stopped.

"This… this…" he couldn't help but mutter to himself, wondering if he was just seeing things. After all, the talent seemed way too outrageous even for him.

[Withering Year Mark(Gold): For every one day passed, lose one hundred days of life, condensed into a life gem.]

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Yang Ze quietly kept on looking at the talent description, wondering if he had hit his head too hard. But even after a while, when the screen didn't change, he felt the world around him turning dark as he almost fainted from anger.

"What kind of shitty talent is it?" The more he looked at the talent description, the harder it became to control his anger. After all, what kind of person would be happy to get a talent that reduces their life by one hundred days every day?

"Wasn't there some kind of limitations that talents that cause drastic change in personality or physique can not be signed in?" In anger, Yang Ze kept on looking at the talent in front of him before thinking about something as his eyes narrowed into slits.

"That's right…"

"I can use this thing to merge." Yang Ze had almost forgotten about the Caludron of Creation. He had lost almost all of his blue talents to that damned thing. He could just use it to get rid of this talent.

The moment this thought came to his mind, he acted without hesitation.

"But what should I put beside this talent?" He patted his body for a while, hoping to find something to merge with, when he realised he could simply use anything. After all, his goal was to get rid of the talent.

Looking around, he simply walked in front of the nearest tree before breaking off one of its branches and throwing it into the cauldron along with the golden speck of light that was his newly gained Golden Talent.

Although he didn't know if he could merge a talent with a physical item, his goal was never for it to succeed.

He watched intently as the cauldron trembled for a while before it was enveloped in a black fog.

"What the…" Narrowing his eyes, Yang Ze merely watched it with caution. He wanted to see just what type of ridiculous mission this thing was going to give him next. He had decided that, regardless of the mission, he was going to fail it.

But this moment of his lasted only for a few seconds till he saw the mission.

[Practice the black tiger fist for ten breaths.]

"....."

"....."

"HUH!?" Yang Ze's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the mission. This was completely different from what he had imagined. His breathing halted for a while as he glanced at the cauldron in front of him while swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

"Shoul… should I?" Even though he said he was going to fail the mission and let the talent be destroyed, he was still overwhelmed with curiosity. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of thing would appear after the merge.

What if something like the 'Clock of Time' appeared? In that case, he would be missing out on a heaven-sent opportunity.

His identity as the person from modern Earth who has read countless novels and was addicted to RNG was constantly telling him to take this chance.

"AAAH SCREW IT." After hesitating for a while, Yang Ze simply gritted his teeth and made up his mind. It would be a waste not do such an easy mission. Besides, if he got something harmful, he could simply throw it away.

With this in mind, he bent his knees and got into the position, as he began to practise the first grade of the Black Tiger Fist.

Once he practised it for ten breaths, the black fog enveloping the small illusory cauldron in front of him receded into the cauldron, as if it was being devoured, and then, the lid to the cauldron opened.

"What is it?" Yang Ze's heart was almost in his throat because of nervousness.

He watched intently as a small two-foot stick slowly hovered above the cauldron, emitting a black aura, giving it an extremely eerie appearance.

Without any hesitation, Yang Ze used his all-seeing eye upon it, and the moment he saw the information about it, he couldn't help but draw in a cold breath.

[Stick of Death: Sacrifice 'x' amount of your lifespan to take off '50x' lifespan from the enemy.]

"Hiss…" Looking at the description, Yang Ze's breathing almost stopped for a moment.

The effect of this thing was even more outrageous than he could have possibly imagined.

For every day or month or year of his own lifespan sacrificed, his opponent would lose fifty times that amount.

So, if he were to sacrifice ten years of his lifespan, the opponent would lose five hundred years of their lifespan.

To those in the Core Condensation realm and below, this was a heavenly might… Just one move and they would lose their lives.

"HOLY SHIT." The more Yang Ze looked at the black stick, the more he found himself at a loss. Even though his mind was telling him to break this thing or bury him or simply put it in the cauldron to be destroyed later, his heart was telling him otherwise. This was an item that was on par with the 'Clock of Time'. But unlike the 'Clock of Time' that had strict rules, this thing didn't have that many restrictions. As long as he had enough lifespan, he could easily kill even the mightiest powerhouses.

Just thinking about it was enough to make Yang Ze's blood boil.

"There are no useless items or talents, only useless people." He shouted in a low voice, as if trying to convince himself.

"I just need to find a talent or technique that will increase my lifespan."

If he could increase his lifespan by a thousand years, it would be for the best.

With this in mind, he slowly reached out to the floating black stick before gently holding it in his hand. It had a rough texture and didn't feel any different from any other sticks. If not for the slight black sheen that would occasionally flash on its surface, one could even mistake it for a broken branch.

Yang Ze held it carefully in his hands and, after observing it for a while, placed it inside his robe. He then looked at the numerous trees in front of him while licking the corner of his lips. Just the trees have purple grade talents… what kind of talents would the creatures living here have?

The moment this thought came to his mind, it was hard for Yang Ze to suppress it.

Without any hesitation, he slowly made his way forward carefully, occasionally stopping and observing around him.

Yang Ze kept on walking around like this for an unknown amount of time, but other than the endless twisted trees, he didn't see anything else.

And just when he was wondering if he was ever going to find anything besides these trees, he felt the window behind him whistle as a sharp arrow made its way towards his head, intending to finish him off in a single strike…