Chapter 17: – He Dong County (Part 1)

"【I am the World's Number One Assassin】, this is the person who gave Wang Wu the golden finger in this world, not sure whether he is a man or a woman, but he's someone I randomly met on the internet of another world.

After his phone crossed over with him, the places it could connect to online were a world Wang Wu had never heard of before, yet it still seemed to be on Earth.

However, that Earth is different from his hometown; it harbors extraordinary powers. Moreover, the technological level of this world is also extremely advanced.

How advanced? Wang Wu doesn't know, because he hasn't been there. Besides, his internet access is time‑limited, and most of the time his phone cannot connect to the network.

It's hard to imagine that someone he just met casually online could instantly produce a set of the era's top sect techniques for him.

But then again, since he himself has already crossed worlds, compared with that, casually meeting a big‑shot online really isn't much of a feat.

No big deal, no big deal.

"【I am the World's Number One Assassin】" is his profession in his world, just like his screen name—indeed an assassin, and Wang Wu has no doubt that he truly is the number one assassin.

After all, this guy can casually pull out a whole bunch of techniques, and those techniques can be taken by a person from another world and start practicing immediately.

If someone like that isn't a big‑shot, then nobody is.

Turning off the phone in his mind, emptying his thoughts, and feeling the rare tranquility of this human village, Wang Wu quickly fell into dreamland until the next morning.

Before the sun rose, Wang Wu woke up; he set an alarm and got out of bed at six o'clock in the morning.

At this moment the sun still hadn't risen, the world outside remained pitch‑black, but Wang Wu was already accustomed to it. After getting up, he first went to the bathroom and washed his face with hot water, facing the glass mirror in the bathroom.

Yes, this ancient world has a glass mirror, not large, just a small piece. It looks expensive, as a warning on the wall beside the mirror states a ten‑fold compensation for damage.

Of course, Wang Wu doesn't recognize the writing of this world; as for why he knows what the characters mean, it's because yesterday the shop's boy brought him to the room and introduced the various areas, and he asked about them.

He washed his face, looked at the mirror, then brushed his teeth with the shop's own toothbrush. The toothbrush here looks quite modern—a wooden stick whose head is covered with many bristles, fairly close to a modern toothbrush.

He used a spoon to scoop a bit of the black powder from the nearby box onto the toothbrush, and then began brushing.

It felt pretty good; he didn't know what material the powder was, but it clearly cleaned his teeth and freshened his mouth.

The toothbrush, of course, is reusable, as the attendant had explained. Many items in the room are reusable as well; they're simply washed clean.

Wang Wu has no complaints about this; anyway, it's still far better than his mountain‑top cave.

He does feel a bit nostalgic, after all, half a year ago he was a human living in a modern technological society.

Yet in less than half a year since crossing here, his standards for quality of life have already dropped so low.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he put on the clothes the village chief had sent him yesterday—a deep‑blue cotton round‑neck military uniform embroidered with floral‑bird patterns, clearly of higher quality.

He also had a black hakama‑type trousers, not much different from the one he took off yesterday, but made of finer material.

After the matter with Widow Ma was settled, the village chief curiously asked why Wang Wu said his clothes were taken off a dead person.

Then Ma Chuo told the other side about the incident they encountered outside Da Peng Village, also recounted Wang Wu's earlier monster‑encounter escape, but omitted the details concerning the Wang Clan merchant caravan.

This made the village chief especially pleased, because six young men died near Da Peng Village, which was a great boon for Ma Wang Village, so his gaze toward Wang Wu grew increasingly friendly.

Besides the top and bottom garments, the village chief also gave Wang Wu a pair of short armor, a half‑sleeve chainmail for body protection, a fish‑head waist knife, a pair of studded gauntlets, and a pair of cow‑hide boots.

According to the young man who delivered the equipment, these were the gear his son used back then.

His son used to be a warrior who liked to act chivalrously. Later he passed the imperial exams, became an official abroad, and hasn't returned for several years.

After donning all the gear and draping a black half‑sleeve shirt over the short armor, Wang Wu went back to the bathroom's small mirror, stepping back far enough until his entire upper body filled the reflection.

He faced the mirror and, very satisfied, twisted his body.

One has to admit, this outfit does look good.

He didn't expect a village chief to produce so many goodies; indeed, an ancient world with extraordinary powers is unlike ordinary ancient worlds.

After admiring his reflection for a while, especially the hair bun he hastily learned yesterday and tied today, Wang Wu nodded with great satisfaction.

By now, nearly half an hour had passed since he got up.

He also hadn't expected, as a man, to spend so much time on dressing and grooming.

He slung his pack on his back, went downstairs to the inn's main hall. At this time the hall was nearly empty; a few inn staff were gathered around a table chatting.

When they saw Wang Wu come down, everyone hurried to their feet; one attendant immediately approached him with a bright smile and greeted:

"Hey! Young hero Wang! Up so early!"

"Hmm," Wang Wu nodded, "I'll have breakfast, and after that I have to leave. I need to head to He Dong Xian early."

"Alright! Please have a seat!" The attendant warmly ushered Wang Wu to sit, then handed him the menu and asked, "What would you like for breakfast this morning?"

"I'll have a bowl of lamb noodles," Wang Wu said, glancing at the menu he couldn't read, recalling the dish the attendant described yesterday.

"Alright, just a moment!"

Without making Wang Wu wait long, a steaming bowl of lamb noodles was placed on the table. Wang Wu hadn't tried this before; yesterday he ate the shop's stewed lamb and roasted pork.

The food in this world is not much different from his hometown, and the productivity seems similar as well; in any case, it's completely unlike the ancient societies he read about in historical pop‑science.

"This is the room fee; I'm not sure if it's enough, but I feel awkward not giving it."

After finishing the bowl of noodles, Wang Wu took the towel on the table to wipe his mouth, said goodbye to the attendant, placed a piece of broken silver on the table, and then got up and left the inn.

"Hey! Young hero! Are you being polite or what!! Hey!! Take care on your way!!"

The attendant chased after him, but Wang Wu had already gone far, reaching the village gate where the guard opened the gate and he walked out.

In the blink of an eye it was nearly noon, and Wang Wu could already see the massive He Dong Xian city wall not far away, its gates already thrown open.

(End of Chapter)