Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?-Chapter 369 - 371: Mystery and Martial Arts, My Strongman Style
Chapter 369: Chapter 371: Mystery and Martial Arts, My Strongman Style
[You’ve used a Random Dungeon Scroll, this time for instance world: Number 8935 Secret Martial World]
[Randomizing identity for you, this time the ratio is: Main Character (99%), Supporting Character (0.7%), Extra (0.3%)]
[You have obtained the Main Character Identity]
[Main Quest Issued]
[Increase your fame so that 20% of the people in the entire instance recognize you, Reward: Lord Skill·Attack Enhancement]
[Attack Enhancement: Increase the attack power of all troops and heroes under your command (Rank×10%)]
[This time, fame index will be used as an evaluation, you may continue to increase it after reaching 20% fame without exiting the instance, and the fame index will affect the final reward]
[You have obtained a temporary Skill: Strongman Style]
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[Strongman Style: All Transcendents within the instance who see you will feel challenged and will initiate a challenge against you, when you win the Skill will upgrade, attracting more Transcendents within the instance to challenge you]
“Strongman Style sounds good, but what’s the catch???”
“The taunting face gets worse after winning, is this a serious Skill?”
“But it should be a bit better than just being taunted, at least not every passerby will look at me with disdain.”
He then accessed his memories, his name was Wang Chen, an ordinary convenience store owner, with deceased parents, no siblings, but he owned a house. Besides occasionally being extorted for protection fees by gangs, his life was quite comfortable.
This world’s setting wasn’t in a modern city, but rather reminiscent of the ’90s. Technology was not advanced, and it seemed somewhat outdated, still in the steam era; here, even oil lamps were used.
Thus his convenience store didn’t do too well, but since he only needed to feed himself, the family was not in distress.
“Becoming famous while having a taunting face, indeed a fitting combination. Am I about to embark on the main character’s journey of showing off and smacking faces?”
Qin Muye thought about it and felt a little excited, but then he remembered that “Lord Era” did not equip him with the complementary Skills a main character should have, making it seem like a trap.
“There is an energy environment, but it seems to be of a negative nature, darkness? Bloodthirst? Tsk, the concentration is really thin, no idea what’s going on.”
He knew about the energy environment, which is the foundation for Transcendents. Like Cultivation needing Spiritual Energy, Magic needing Elements, and so on.
Naturally, this world had it too. However, centered around him for hundreds of miles, the energy concentration was pitifully low. Muye did not sense further away, but he guessed it would be similar.
However, low as it might be, these negative-tending energies posed no harm to ordinary people.
“Can’t take it lightly, who knows what’s hidden in this world. And for me, a convenience store owner, to increase fame, isn’t that a bit difficult? It’s not like I can turn the convenience store into a franchise…”
Fortunately, this mission did not restrict identity, so it was relatively flexible.
He lazily picked up a newspaper from the store. In this era, due to a lack of entertainment and information sources, most news was obtained from newspapers.
The former identity also had the habit of reading the newspaper every day, which had accumulated to a large pile.
Because of the memories he received were brief, Muye only knew the general interests and hobbies, and was unaware of the content of the newspapers.
He quickly skimmed through a year’s worth of newspapers; there was no record of anything related to Transcendents. He was prepared for this, assuming it was a world where Transcendents were inconspicuous.
“Secret Martial, seems like it should be some form of Martial Arts,” Muye knew. The name of a world is always closely linked to its Extraordinary System.
Like the World of Shadows’ Shadows, or the Tidal World’s Tide-like Spiritual Energy, and so forth.
So having the character for Martial in it, it naturally meant Martial Arts.
“Wang, it’s time to pay this month’s sanitation fee,” a sloppy voice came through, spoken by a young man dressed in a somewhat flamboyant fashion, covered in tattoos and adorned with various odd accessories, clearly up to no good.
“Didn’t I just pay that not too long ago?” Muye responded calmly.
The Duke Federation was a peculiar nation, with the highest Elder Council controlling the military and government power, below which was partitioned various dukes forming the Federation. Yet, it was not as ignorant as feudal times because the dukes could not pass on their titles, and they had terms of office. However, within their own territory, the dukes had considerable authority.
What’s more significant is that the Duke Federation seems to willingly allow friction between the dukes, while outright conflicts are forbidden. It is precisely because of this that a multitude of gangs have proliferated.
These large gangs are the dukes’ white gloves, while the smaller ones consist of riffraff and scoundrels that specialize in petty thefts, extortion, and even human trafficking. The large gangs engage in these activities too, but not as blatantly.
The rabble before us hail from the Black Dragon Gang, a small local gang that operates only in this neighborhood with a membership of just over twenty people, which isn’t much.
“You ate yesterday, so you think you can skip it today?” the youth scornfully glanced at Qin Muye, thinking of clinging to his extortion racket, heedless of his own life.
If the other party gave the money obediently, that would be the end of it. If not, they’d just ransack his little store.
“No need, so I won’t pay. Otherwise, I might have to notify the patrol, and I think you don’t want to be caught by them, do you?” Qin Muye said calmly.
“…” The youth gave Qin Muye a look as if he were staring at an idiot. He really wanted to say that the patrols in this area were on his payroll, with half of their daily hard-earned cash being snatched away by them.
So, he was ready to explode with rage. However, before he could even begin, he felt dazed and confused, as if something strange was at play. He didn’t even remember how he left the store and just walked away on his own.
Qin Muye quickly conscripted a Spirit Monster, “Go, follow this kid and see where he’s from.”
He didn’t believe it was the effect of his Strongman Style, since it’s clearly stated that it’s only effective on Transcendents. The youth was nothing more than a common thug, not at all a Transcendent, so Qin Muye suspected it might be some kind of instance hint, hence why he sent the Spirit Monster to follow him.
“Still need to find a place to bring in the Endless Abyss; then I can hunker down here and develop over time.”
This wasn’t a big problem; just find any deserted sea to descend upon, and it would be fine. He directly summoned Tian Qi for this task, then simply had him handle it. Qin Muye needn’t get personally involved—a Super-Space Transmission Channel would solve the problem.
After taking the Super-Space Transmission Channel, Tian Qi transformed into a bird-beast and flew away.
“Next, I’ll dig into this identity of mine, see if I can unearth something useful.”
He was also eager to engage with the Transcendents, but the timing wasn’t quite right now. Better to understand this world more first.
After all, he had to stay in this world for a dozen years or even decades.
This mission was relatively pleasant; there were no grand cosmic clashes or calamities— just making a name for himself.
So it should be like fairytale stories or the Horror Universe, where as long as Qin Muye didn’t delve too deeply into the world’s dark undercurrents or cause trouble, there wouldn’t be any major problems.
Moreover, the ordinary world was calm, with nothing outlandishly odd taking place.
It could be happening, but perhaps it wasn’t perceived due to the world’s limited information channels comprised of newspapers and word of mouth, which Qin Muye had not yet encountered upon arrival.
Standing up, he casually surveyed the little store, which sold not only rice and oil but also some snacks and tools.
A small sparrow may have all its vital organs, after all.
“These days, life is tough for everyone,” Qin Muye remarked thoughtfully.
The Federation’s top-down exploitation, the conflicts between dukes over interests, the gangs’ extortion—all these pressures bore down on the ordinary people at the bottom.
Everyone around was poor. From Qin Muye’s perspective, accustomed to scraping resources together, there was hardly three drops of oil to squeeze from them besides their flesh.
What he most frequently witnessed was a numbing helplessness, living purely for survival.
“Forget it, I better just look after myself,” Qin Muye had no intention of saving the world. He was here for three things: to end the world, end the world, and damn it, to end the world.
Not only did he have to recruit a million Ordinary Level Spirit Monsters without the impulsive mistake of training them up to Elite Level, specifically for completing his Advance mission but also to complete one of the territory Advance tasks—the End of the World mission, which was the focal point of this instance.
“The main quest can wait. It’s just fame. Later, I’ll make a name for myself in one fell swoop.”
This task was also exploitable. For instance, if everyone in the whole world died except for one person, as long as that person knew him, wouldn’t his fame reach 100%? He might even earn an SSS rank or higher.
The standard of judgement is percentage, not actual numbers, so there’s simplicity in the operation here.
Some might diligently strive to improve, but Qin Muye has always been dishonest. If he were honest, he wouldn’t have survived till now.
