Chapter 141: Start as a Useless Person, Magic Treasures Rely on Explosions

Around midnight twelve.

After experiencing the attack by the Phosphor, Banjingyouer, though unable to see the flame of his own inner spirit, had observed on multiple occasions along the way how those torches—bearing spiritual flames yet living ordinary lives indistinguishable from common humans—slowly burned out and were forgotten by everyone.

At a street corner, a little boy walking home with his companion, under his gaze, saw his tiny flame gradually extinguish, abruptly vanishing from the world, leaving not even a trace of his existence.

No one else noticed, except him.

All of this filled the ordinary teenager, Banjingyouer, with unease, fear, panic, and sorrow.

Would he too become like this?

Like a candle slowly burning down, consumed entirely, until his parents, friends, and classmates no longer remembered he had ever existed?

"To absorb 'power of existence'… must it really be humans?"

"Of course. To sustain existence and fulfill desires, one must consume beings most akin to us—those with strong, profound wills—otherwise there's no meaning in gaining power. Absorbing too many miscellaneous things only weakens your strength."

"Smail, Smail!"

The person who had been lingering at his house past this hour, occupying his room and lying on his bed reading manga, lazily waved a hand, shattering the melancholy atmosphere completely.

And the next second.

Click-click-click.

As silent gears turned.

The Shaonian 's slightly weakened spiritual flame instantly flared up, strong and resilient—【Torch】returned to its original state.

"It really is the Zero-Time Miser…"

Alasiteer said with a heavy tone.

The Zero-Time Miser was a magic treasure created jointly by the Red World Demon King "Colorful Drift" Firis, the "Covenanted Pair," and "Eternal Lover" John, meaning "to make time lose itself at zero hour"—enabling the bearer to fully restore their power of existence at midnight.

The extravagance of this item went far beyond that.

Although Banjingyouer began as a "useless person," possessing neither exceptional human potential nor remarkable capacity as a 【vessel】for power of existence, his daily reset was unremarkable.

But the Zero-Time Miser, placed inside that bucket, could fill it to the brim.

Even if Youer later became a Red World King—or even something higher—a power of existence so vast that thousands or tens of thousands could not match it could be instantly restored, making it conceivable to create a world of infinite power of existence; it was a secret treasure among secret treasures, the One Piece of the Xiana world.

Jia Ji had wondered how such an incredible item could have been made—it clearly violated the world's fundamental logic. Where did the restored power of existence come from? It was literally creating something from nothing. Where was the law of conservation of power of existence?

Then the Divine Punishment God, also struggling to maintain composure, explained to him.

Magic treasures arise from an extreme harmony between two fundamentally different entities: human beings as "objects" existing in this world, and "Apostles" as "forces" that manipulate things through will.

Whenever two such entities share a matching desire, a distortion emerges in the form of that desire—becoming a "powerful object," a magic treasure.

Since modern times, the use of Sealing to suppress human consciousness has made the birth of magic treasures exceedingly rare, drastically reducing opportunities to create them, hence why most modern magic treasures carry a classical aesthetic.

"Such a subjective thing, such a vague concept—it looks just like those made-up Imperial Treasures… Last time I couldn't use them, how about now…? Fine, fine, still can't use them."

After numerous trials, none of the active magic treasures—only passive ones worked. He strained until sweat dripped from his forehead, yet still failed.

Jia Ji scratched his head, suddenly feeling a sense of malice—was someone deliberately targeting him?

"A good Flame Haze warrior is no worse than a magic treasure!!"

The divine artifact "Zhuilian" floated aimlessly in midair, clearly displeased with Jia Ji's unhidden disdain for magic treasures, and couldn't help shouting out in anger.

Returning to the topic of the Zero-Time Miser.

"Nuclear lighter / Infinite Blade / Scheduled Bonfire Blessing / Automatic Power Bank…"

Although these terms could describe the Zero-Time Miser, Jia Ji preferred an overly archaic word—Chun Ge!

"Yuuji, when you go out to fight, try to choose a time close to midnight. Keep just a little power of existence. If you're losing, just drag it out, wait for the Zero-Time Miser to activate, Chun Ge incarnate, and you'll still have strength to fight again… These are the unbeatable secrets I'm passing on to you."

"Me?" At the first words, Banjingyouer pointed incredulously at his own nose. "Me go out to fight?"

"Who else? Kid, I see your bone structure is extraordinary—you're a once-in-a-million martial genius. Come learn boxing from me."

Whether he, now a Torch, could still achieve anything or grow further didn't matter—first, make him switch to sports student, sink deep into training, so he won't just scream "Xia Na, help me!" when trouble strikes.

Jia Ji usually couldn't even look at this kind of Japanese Yasaxi-style male protagonist, so mismatched with his own style.

Early-stage Youer was purely a liability; only after his rebirth and awakening in the Star-Dawn Palace did he truly transform.

"When you possess strength, murderous intent naturally arises."

Even if he couldn't fight Red World Apostles alone, at least he could provide support, cut down minor Phosphors—even just running faster would be better than now.

"What are you planning to teach him?"

Xia Na asked, puzzled.

"Southern Dipper Magic Treasure Fist!"

Jia Ji understood her meaning. Not long ago, after he announced in the group his intention to widely spread boxing techniques so everyone could train, everyone except Xiao Zou and Xia Na had requested a copy.

At the time, Jianzi had asked: "Group owner, group owner, your fist technique is indeed powerful, but it's too demanding in training. Any recommendations for something simple yet strong?"

"Of course, sister, of course. Come get infected later—turn into a Proto-Organism, and I guarantee you'll evolve to Lv4 through consumption, your combat power soaring at least fiftyfold."

And as expected, Jianzi, true to her name, immediately logged off at the first sign of trouble.

True, Banjingyouer was merely an ordinary person—careless enough to be killed by a stray dog, risking total collapse—but if your stats are lacking, you can always compensate with gear, right?

Remember the first opponent in the story? The Red World Demon King, Farialagni, famed for collecting magic treasures.

(End of chapter)