Chapter 121

Night was like black velvet, shrouding "Dawn Mansion," the gorgeous villa that once belonged to a noble.

During the day, Jie Ming, in the identity of "Jack," strolled through the streets and alleys of Golden Port, collecting Red Dust Aura in the bustling crowd, and issuing high-reward Hundred-Flower Dew missions.

When night fell, this villa became his true battlefield and place of practice.

The high reward for Hundred-Flower Dew, coupled with the brutal means "Jack" displayed in the Adventurers' Guild, set off a huge uproar in the underground world of Golden Port.

Some coveted the high gold coins, thinking that this "new ruthless person" was just relying on brute force.

Others couldn't swallow the breath of Carl being established power, trying to find a place for themselves.

Thus, driven by greed and hatred, people chose to "test" "Dawn Mansion" under the cover of night one after another.

One night, two thieves proficient in stealth sneaked into the villa.

They were agile, like ghosts in the dark night, trying to avoid patrolling guards and potential magic traps.

However, their actions were clearly exposed to Jie Ming's eyes.

In the garden that looked empty in their eyes, it was actually full of the reconnaissance system of the Eye of Micro-Light.

All kinds of models and types of Micro-Light Eyes were arranged in a crisscross pattern, and any slight change in airflow, any imperceptible life fluctuation, could not escape Jie Ming's "Dharma Eye."

When the two thieves just sneaked into the garden, trying to find a breakthrough, Jie Ming finally came back to his senses from his research.

"Two mice." He snorted coldly.

For these two guys who disturbed his research due to greed, he didn't have the slightest softness.

"Forget it, it just so happens that I need experimental subjects to study the divine power belief network, and these two guys can be considered to have delivered themselves to the door."

His figure swayed, fast as if only a blurred afterimage remained.

One of the thieves only felt a chill behind his neck, then his eyes went black, and he lost consciousness.

Jie Ming pinched his neck, made no sound, and dragged the unconscious thief into the shadows silently.

The other thief only then discovered that his companion had disappeared at some point, his hair standing on end. He subconsciously wanted to issue an alarm, but felt a massive force attacking from the side.

Jie Ming slashed his spine with a hand knife, the thief let out a muffled groan, his whole body in severe pain, lying paralyzed on the ground, unable to make any action.

"You came just in time." Jie Ming looked down at him coldly, his fingertips glowing with faint light.

The thief's eyes were full of terror, but his paralyzed body was like being paralyzed and unable to make any action.

In the eyes of the other party's fear, Jie Ming read the memories in the thief's mind and determined their mastermind.

Subsequently, with a point of his fingertip, the bodies of the two thieves flew toward the entrance of the basement, and the ground and walls automatically became flat, leaving no trace.

In the following few nights, the testers became bolder and more diverse.

Some tried to cast curses around the villa, wanting to secretly weaken "Jack," but before the curse took shape, the caster disappeared without a trace.

Several burly men tried to break the door directly with violence, but the moment they touched the door, they were kicked away from behind the door by Jie Ming, and their bodies exploded into blood mist in the air.

Some adventurer groups even tried to use some low-level magic props, wanting to confuse Jie Ming, but these clumsy tricks only made Jie Ming's experimental warehouse richer.

In just a few days, "Dawn Mansion" became completely famous in the underground world of Golden Port.

Anyone who tried to get close was like a mud cow entering the sea, and never came out again, simply like a demon cave that eats people.

The originally arrogant hooligans restrained their claws, and those adventurers who were moved by the high reward also gave up.

The night in the entire Golden Port became quiet because of that villa.

Finally, this reputation built by death attracted the real "manager."

On a sunny morning, a team of guards in fine armor, surrounding a fat merchant in silk robes, stopped cautiously in front of "Dawn Mansion."

Merchant Ryan, he was a pivotal figure in the underground forces of Golden Port, and also the boss behind "Hammer" Carl.

And he himself represented the interests of most local nobles in Golden Port, which could be said to be an excellent spokesperson.

The two guards behind him were dragging "Hammer" Carl, who looked like a dead dog.

Carl, whose leg was deliberately broken, was still trembling with half of his body, his face full of fear and humiliation, and there were obvious new wounds on his body—obviously having been taught a lesson.

"Lord Jack!" Ryan stopped three meters in front of the door, his face full of the most humble smiles.

He bowed respectfully, his voice carrying a hint of imperceptible trembling: "Little one Ryan, specially brought this blind thing to apologize to you!"

He kicked Carl fiercely, making his already pale face more distorted, and forced him to kneel in front of Jie Ming. "This idiot! Actually dared to offend your majesty! Deserves to die! My lord, please calm your anger, and let you deal with it!"

Ryan was stern, but tried his best to show awe for Jie Ming.

Carl lay on the ground in pain, his body trembling uncontrollably, not daring to say a word more.

He knew that whether he could live today depended entirely on the mood of this young man in front of him.

Jie Ming stood on the porch of the villa, the sunlight casting shadows behind him, making his expression appear somewhat blurred.

He watched the scene in front of him quietly, feeling the fear in Ryan's tone and Carl's despair.

He knew very well that this was already a concession from the local nobles of Golden Port.

Having Ryan come to apologize could show the sincerity of many nobles without losing face, and represented that the nobles had accepted the entry of Jie Ming, this external "force."

The meaning of the local nobles was also very simple: from now on, everyone will mind their own business.

If it were "Jie Ming," he would definitely have to teach these natives a good lesson, letting them know what "power is authority" means.

But he was playing "Jack" now, so it wouldn't go to the point of completely tearing his face.

Moreover, for Jie Ming now, a relatively stable Golden Port was more in line with his interests.

In fact, the current situation was completely promoted by Jie Ming, from the very beginning of entering the city, Jie Ming was planning.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, he had always intentionally or unintentionally shown the image of being a black glove for some noble.

So compared to other adventurers, Jie Ming certainly had to receive more tests.

But correspondingly, once the other party confirmed Jie Ming's ability, they would naturally stop, and even treat him as one of their own.

This could also be considered a "hidden rule" among nobles.

After all, the hidden meaning of "a strong dragon does not suppress a local snake" is for the local snake not to provoke the strong dragon, but the premise is that the comer is really a "strong dragon," not a "loach."

And after experiencing so many tests, everyone confirmed the "ecological niche" of both sides, and out of the "decency" of nobles, they naturally wouldn't tear their faces.

"I accept your apology." Jie Ming's voice was flat and cold, without a trace of emotional fluctuation. "As for this guy, don't let him appear in front of me again."

Hearing this sentence, Ryan breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling relieved.

He knew that this mysterious and powerful "Lord Jack" agreed to the other party's apology, which meant that this matter ended here.

The other party obtained the subsequent "no-disturbance right," and they kept their decency.

Although Carl was miserable, at least his life was saved.

"Thank you, my lord! Thank you for your mercy!" Ryan nodded and bowed repeatedly, then gave his subordinates a look, and the two guards immediately carried Carl up and quickly exited the sphere of influence of "Dawn Mansion."

From this moment on, the underground forces of Golden Port knew that "Dawn Mansion" and its owner "Jack" were existences that could not be provoked.

Inside "Dawn Mansion," since obtaining the no-disturbance right, except for going out to collect Hundred-Flower Dew every few days, Jie Ming almost never left the house, immersed in his research world.

Unknowingly, two months had passed since he came to Golden Port.

The spacious basement after space expansion was transformed into a temporary laboratory by him, with various rune carving knives, alchemy vessels, and detection equipment arranged neatly.

"Sigh... relying solely on biological experiments to study the divine power belief network is completely insufficient!"

In front of the operating table, Jie Ming, with messy hair, raised his head and couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh.

"I really want to catch a god to study... Damn it! If I had known this, I would have held back a bit on that Blood Angel."

Having studied the divine power belief network system for two months, Jie Ming understood more and more why wizards liked "gods" so much.

This thing is simply a heavenly treasure of the wizarding world.

It can be said that every god is the essence of the plane rules, and the value represented by the god himself accounts for almost 80% or more of the overall value of the plane.

Just like the divine power belief network system displayed by the gods of this plane, even if the research equipment is relatively simple, even if the research materials are insufficient...

Even if there are various disadvantages, just in two months, Jie Ming felt that he had gained a lot.

The entire research on the divine power belief network can be decomposed into many sub-topics, such as energy transmission system, information transmission system, energy conversion system, etc.

"Although I only studied some fur of the energy transmission system, even so, as long as these studies are actually applied to me, it should be able to increase the strength of Da Guang Xiang by more than 30%... Damn! I want to catch a god to study more and more!"

Such a simple environment can have such an exaggerated rate of return. Jie Ming dare not imagine how much he could gain if there were a proper god lying on his operating table.

"Sigh... forget it, forget it, with my current strength, it's better not to daydream."

After fantasizing for a while, Jie Ming finally had to return to reality.

Sighing, he waved his hand to clean up the mess on the experimental table and left the basement swaying.

(End of chapter)