Chapter 3: Space Ring

q Linjiang City Fengming Road No. 97.

He walked heavily across the empty street, Lin An suddenly sped up, and with a violent kick he thrust toward the shop door at the street corner.

"Bang!"

The hard leather boot struck the rolling shutter, producing a harsh, abrupt sound.

As the entertainment street of Linjiang City, there are hardly any people here during the day.

But at night, when the bars and karaoke halls open, it becomes extremely lively.

Without any scruples.

Originally just a symbolic iron door, it was burst open with brute force in a few kicks, cracking a gap half a person's height.

As the 'tea house' for nighttime gambling deals, the guard didn't even close the inner door.

After all, it's a gathering place for many dark forces, so no one dares to come here to steal.

"Who the hell kicked the door? Are you tired of living?"

Inside the tea house, a middle-aged man with tattoos covering his arms, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, cursed as he jogged over.

The slippers half-hanging on his feet slapped the floor with each step.

The shop interior is dim, but the decoration is actually not bad.

Lin An's expression was icy. He bent over, entered the shop, and compared positions all around with his phone.

The route and the marked red dot coincided.

"I'm talking to you, damn it—do you dare pretend you didn't hear?"

"Your ears are deaf, right?"

"This should be it."

He muttered to himself, completely ignoring the tattooed man swinging a punch.

He casually put away his phone, shifted his body slightly, and easily dodged the incoming furious punch.

Side step, strike down with the elbow!

As if anticipating it, Lin An, who had rich combat experience from his past life, shifted his steps and moved to the tattooed man's back.

"Bang!"

He swung his elbow, the hard joint striking fiercely three inches into the tattooed man's spine.

He let out a miserable scream of pain.

"Shut up."

His right fist whistled as it swung out.

Lin An knocked him to the ground with a single heavy punch.

The fallen tattooed man kept shouting curses, his jaw also bloodied from hitting the ground, looking utterly miserable.

"You bastard, you're asking for death!"

Full of resentment and anger.

The man strained to push himself up with his hands, his right hand reaching toward his waist.

Asking for death.

Lin An's eyes icy, he stepped down with a foot.

The hard sole instantly stomped toward his temple; the man had no strength to resist, and in the blink of an eye he passed out, the short knife he had just felt in his palm dropping to the ground.

He kicked the blocking body aside, Lin An casually glanced over the tea house interior.

In his past life, there were some omens before the apocalypse arrived.

Some nodes where reality and the YiKongjian overlapped had already appeared on the eve of the apocalypse.

In his memory, an extremely rare piece of equipment would appear here.

It was a ring fused with space shards!

As a space ring that everyone needs in films and novels, it is extraordinarily rare in the apocalypse.

Not only that, but equipment is also scarce.

Unlike regular games, here even a single monster drops equipment.

In the Doomsday Game, most Awakened Ones whose strength far exceeds ordinary people may not even have a single piece of equipment by the time they die, let alone a space ring.

And in his past life, this precious space ring was obtained by a petty thug.

He not only awakened his talent thanks to the equipment, but also established a safe zone using the ring's storage function.

The space ring can store supplies, keeping them fresh and warm.

It can be called a deadly weapon for going out, killing and setting fires!

Lin An searched around with some anticipation.

Half an hour later.

"Splash!"

He resignedly poured a bucket of ice water over the tattooed man's head.

Not found.

The man shivered from the cold water, instinctively opening his mouth to curse.

"You bastard..."

He kicked out with a foot.

Before the tattooed man could finish speaking, Lin An kicked and shattered his teeth.

Blood mixed with broken teeth littered the ground.

"I ask, you answer."

If your mouth isn't clean, go die.

I don't know where this guy gets all that foul language.

Lin An stepped on his neck with one foot, his eyes icy.

At the slightest movement, he would rather kill the man first, then slowly look for himself.

"Gulp."

"Don't kill me!"

He swallowed his saliva, the tattooed man seemed to react, looking at him with some fear.

He usually relied on his gangster background to show off and bully others.

But when encountering a truly tough character, his cowardly nature is immediately exposed.

"Where is the ring?"

"Or where is any jewelry or such?"

The tattooed man froze, thinking Lin An had come specifically to cause trouble.

Is this theft?

No.

Should be robbery?

You should have said so earlier!

The tattooed man felt somewhat wronged.

He just stayed up too late playing cards last night and slept here.

If you knew Lin An was here to take something, he definitely wouldn't attack right away.

"I don't know, I'm not the boss of this."

The tattooed man hesitated a moment, shrank his head and replied carefully, though his speech was a bit unclear.

Seeing Lin An's expression turn bad, as if he were about to kill him, he hurriedly continued:

"The upstairs office seems to have a lot of stuff, but it's locked!"

"Bang!"

After getting the answer he wanted, Lin An directly kicked the man's temple with great force.

Under such a heavy blow, the tattooed man immediately collapsed unconscious.

As for picking the lock?

No problem.

He, coming from a military background, had also practiced lock-picking skills.

Time passed, half an hour later.

Lin An brandished a fire axe and violently broke down the door.

On the expensive wooden door, the anti-theft Safety lock remained intact, but the center of the door was full of marks from being smashed.

High-end lock-picking methods are often simple and unadorned.

"Click."

Entering, he turned on the wall light.

Lin An carefully examined the interior of the room, and one abnormality caught his attention.

"Is this a spatial fluctuation?"

The room seemed to have been unoccupied for a while, a faint musty smell drifting in the air.

In the corner of the room.

Fist-sized, a strange, mysterious blackness floated in midair.

The blackness seemed to have occupied a blank space.

Lin An took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on a hint of silver-white within the blackness.

He was overjoyed.

"That was... a Space Ring!"

In his Past Life, this Space Ring had caused quite a stir.

Everyone in Linjiang City knows that the gangster made his fortune here.

From an ordinary person he became an extremely powerful Awakened Ones.

Only later did he establish a Safe Zone outside the city.

The legendary Equipment is right before our eyes!

Lin An decisively reached out to touch the Space Ring, but the sensation from his fingertips vanished.

Without worrying about the abnormality, his expression turned fierce as he plunged half his hand in and grabbed the Space Ring.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

Continuous waves instantly spread, a chilling aura emanating from the black hole.

"Roar!!"

Suddenly a roar came from the black hole, thick death energy desperately spreading outward.

Run!

Lin An grabbed the Space Ring and ran!

Although he didn't know what it was, it seemed he had provoked a terrifying existence.

In his Past Life, he hadn't heard of any such movement?

I don't know if it's because he took the Space Ring beforehand.

Lin An didn't have time to think further; he darted out the door.

The silver-white ring was clenched tightly in his palm.

"Beep."

"Detected a Doomsday Game player."

"Beep. Detection failed, no data avatar found."

"Warning!"

"Warning!"

The shrill alarm reverberated in his mind, filling him with inexplicable unease.

Behind him, the thick deathly aura resembled the vines of Shen Yuan, wildly extending outward as if alive.

No way to run!

Lin An's expression turned grim; he smashed through the glass and leapt from the second-floor window.

The moment he hit the ground, a surge of extreme weakness and darkness engulfed his vision.

His consciousness faded, and he instantly passed out.

The ring in his palm slowly faded, merging with him.