Chapter 192: Please Consume Playing Cards with Caution? Feng Mu's Luck

"Is this a system judgment error, or is Fate favoring me?!!"

Feng Mu had to wonder if he had picked up a bargain; being an upright man, he couldn't bear to take advantage of the system, so he righteously said in his heart:

"System Pot, as long as you admit your judgment was wrong, I'm willing to let you take back this divine equipment and exchange it for a plain A-grade equipment."

The system remained silent.

Feng Mu sighed deeply, feeling deep regret for the system's stubbornness; he had already offered a way out, but the system disciple didn't know to exchange an A-grade equipment for his master.

Truly unreasonable! Uninstall, must uninstall!

Feng Mu muttered for a moment, his eyes brightening as he looked at the playing cards appearing in his hand.

Four of Spades, Three of Hearts, Queen of Diamonds, Seven of Diamonds, Four of Clubs, Nine of Clubs.

The playing cards were very hard, feeling like metal sheets to the touch, and they indeed contained metal material.

When Feng Mu carefully rubbed the playing cards with his fingertips, afraid he might accidentally crush them, but he was obviously overthinking; system products would certainly not be fragile.

Most importantly, a detection prompt box popped up:

【Detected contaminated metal:??】

【Composition: Rare Meteoric Iron.】

【Edible.】

【ps: This metal imprisons a resentful spirit; please consume with caution.】

【Consume?】

【Currently no empty consumption slot.】

Feng Mu's pupils shrank slightly; he recalled the last time he received a similar detection prompt, when he obtained the 【Fate Stone Carving】.

"The Fate Stone Carving seals souls; those souls might be incarnations of forty-four agents, or perhaps...?" His voice echoed in his heart, his train of thought drifting and deep.

Afterwards, Feng Mu's gaze became deep and strange, staring intently at the playing cards in his hand, as a dangerous thought surged in his heart:

"Shouldn't the resentful spirit imprisoned in this magician's playing cards be the magician himself?"

Feng Mu's heartbeat accelerated, an evil light flashed in his eyes, and a dangerous notion swirled in the depths of his heart:

"If I directly swallow these playing cards, does that mean I devour the magician's soul? Then, can I obtain all the magician's powers without relying on the playing cards, using the 【Iron Eater】's trait?"

"Perhaps, this iron trait would be—Magic?!!"

Feng Mu's heart was a bit restless; unfortunately, he had no free usage slot, and he wasn't entirely sure about this matter.

After all, if he bet wrong, the 【Iron Eater】 wouldn't spit the playing cards back out, and he'd have to search for them in the toilet.

"The reason this equipment is classified as B-grade is largely because it has the trait of a consumable, and once consumed, it cannot be replenished."

"Otherwise, it might be able to join the ranks of A-grade equipment."

"Sigh, B-grade equipment is already this imba; I'm really curious how overpowered A-grade equipment, or even S-grade equipment, must be."

Feng Mu sighed softly; the desire for higher-grade equipment quietly sprouted in his heart. In a flash of thought, he decided to temporarily hide the notion of swallowing the playing cards deep in his heart, waiting to free up a new consumption slot, or waiting until the playing cards were nearly consumed before considering it.

With the reception of the bronze treasure chest complete, Feng Mu's heart was filled with satisfaction and joy; the richness of the prizes and the unexpected surprise made him feel immense delight.

However, a faint regret also came with it, because he had not found the last Marrow Cleansing Pill he needed most in the treasure chest.

"Just one last pill away, and I can completely shake off this 'Walking Corpse' state and become a true 'Living Person.'" He sighed softly in his heart, placing his hopes on the next Inheritance Degree reward.

Disappointment was just a fleeting emotion; Feng Mu soon adjusted his mindset.

Life was full of the unknown; it was impossible for everything to go as wished.

But as long as he made preparations, the future he longed for would eventually arrive as promised. Just like now, the next 【Inheritance Degree】 reward was already on the way, wasn't it?

Feng Mu gently closed the Attribute Panel and walked out of the dormitory; a new day of prison guard work began again. He had to be the warmest and most diligent prison guard in the Second Prison.

Feng Mu stood straight-backed, his steps firm and powerful; the electric baton slung at his waist swayed with his steps, flickering with a cold metallic luster. Feng Mu subtly adjusted the bones under his cheeks, making his face look like he was barely holding back fatigue.

"Good morning, Guard Hou."

"Guard Wang, your collar is turned up at the back."

"Guard Zhou, good morning."

"Forensic Doctor Qin, good morning."

Feng Mu walked into the cafeteria, greeting every prison guard he met along the way. Whether their expressions were cold or whether they responded, he always wore a warm smile on his face. Most importantly, he precisely called out everyone's name.

This scene fell into the eyes of every dining prison guard. Their expressions showed some strangeness or another. Although most still gave him cold faces, even sneering disdainfully, a very few prison guards responded by nodding at Feng Mu.

Feng Mu categorized these prison guards based on their response attitudes and recorded them in his little notebook. This time, however, he didn't use paper and pen; he remembered every single one in his heart.

In the Prison Warden's office, Qian Huan sat upright behind the sturdy explosion-proof glass, his brow slightly furrowed, his gaze penetrating the glass as he sized up Forensic Doctor Qin Liang.

His tone carried a barely perceptible doubt as he spoke:

"So, Feng Mu's performance is still considered outstanding? Hah—this is vastly different from what I expected. Li Bashan has such an explosive temper; his junior disciple is actually so rule-abiding and polite to people?"

Qin Liang lightly scratched his smooth bald head and answered with a wry smile:

"Who would have thought? I didn't expect it either. Feng Mu shows his kindness and tolerance to everyone, even to those prisoners."

Qian Huan's brow furrowed even tighter. He pressed further: "So, Forensic Doctor Qin, you also think Feng Mu is not suited for prison work?"

Qin Liang sighed and said earnestly: "Indeed. Although the prisoners are grateful to him, they do not fear him. The prison guards keep their distance from him and are not truly close to him. If this situation continues, I'm afraid something will happen within a few days."

Qian Huan's brow relaxed slightly. He looked at Qin Liang and said kindly: "Before I came, my uncle mentioned to me that in the Second Prison, Forensic Doctor Qin, you are the most reliable choice. It is said that over these years, your autopsy reports have never had any mistakes."

Qin Liang's mouth corner curled up, revealing a smile that was both reserved and proud. He silently nodded in acknowledgment of this praise.

His professionalism was indeed beyond reproach. In his more than ten-year career, his autopsy reports had never been found to have any problems by his superiors.

It could be said: whoever he said would die, would die; the living were also as good as dead.

Qian Huan smiled lightly and then said: "Then, if something unexpected really happens in the future, I hope Forensic Doctor Qin can provide a detailed report."

Qin Liang showed a mouthful of black teeth and said with a beaming smile: "Of course. I already promised that young man I would issue him a fine report. It's just that, Warden, do you have any specific instructions for this report?"

(End of Chapter)