Chapter 168: Launch Operations

On the third day of his transmigration, at 1 a. m., disguised Feng Xue sat in a pachinko parlor, cheerfully watching the little steel balls representing money gush out of the machine with a clatter.

The number above his head was still 3301, indirectly confirming his hypothesis.

The power of the God of Longevity was effective, but the devotional energy was too scarce, and the deity's strength too low, resulting in Longevity Power output barely exceeding the rate of lifespan depletion.

To extend life this way, one must either maintain the activation of the blessing device long-term, or find a way to make the God of Longevity stronger.

But this raised another issue: to make the God of Longevity's slow-increasing lifespan effect work, one had to abandon "Locking Fate."

This made Feng Xue uneasy.

Therefore, to properly utilize the God of Longevity's power, besides strengthening the deity, he needed to enhance his own risk resilience—to the point where, even without Locking Fate, he could avoid most dangers.

"As long as it actually extends life, the rest can be figured out."

Feng Xue glanced silently at the number of steel balls, judged the time was right, and had Mo Ying trigger a big win; steel balls began pouring out in torrents, instantly exciting the previously numb pachinko addicts.

But Feng Xue seemed to enter a sage-like state, summoning a clerk to exchange his winnings for gift cards.

Although each gift card should ideally be under 100,000, Feng Xue easily converted the money thanks to Ghost-Entrancement.

In truth, had he not feared drawing the attention of local gangs and cutting off his future access to funds, he could have simply ordered his trusted associates to transfer the entire balance directly to him.

After completing tonight's cash extraction, Feng Xue returned to the street and began searching for Giant He Xing people, casting Ghost-Entrancement, Dispelling Technique, Guiding Technique… and other spells upon them.

Tonight his three main objectives were: first, to withdraw money to pay his mortgage; second, to test these aliens' resistance to magic, ghost energy, and divine techniques, and whether they could detect these three forces.

"Beeeeep—beeeeeep—"

Suddenly, a shrill siren exploded into the night; Feng Xue's expression changed instantly. He terminated the Guiding Technique, cast a Hidden Spell on himself, and slowly retreated into the shadows.

"Everyone, stay still! Line up one by one! I suspect one of you is a terrorist!"

The Giant He Xing person whose body emitted noise was roaring loudly, waving an unknown rod-like device while pressing a notification button, while Feng Xue thought inwardly:

"Ghost energy and magic are fine, but for divine techniques—or rather, devotional energy—there is targeted perception. Even in this turbid devotional environment, can they precisely detect changes in devotional energy?"

Thinking this, Feng Xue did not linger. He changed his facial structure again and vanished back into the crowd.

Hurrying away from Kabukicho, Feng Xue passed his clinic but arrived at Siroshuku District. Though not as bustling as Kabukicho, this area still held numerous izakayas and brothels. Feng Xue maintained his Hidden Spell, his gaze sweeping repeatedly over the swaying drunks, dejected gamblers, and swaggering thugs.

This was his third objective for tonight—

"Mo Ying, Ghost Wall!"

…

"Asshole, puke! How dare you…!"

The middle-aged man crawled up from the roadside; the discomfort from drinking merged with the sharp pain of being beaten, slightly clearing his mind. Not long ago, he had just been in a brawl.

The cause? Merely because someone overheard him complain that the izakaya owner served another table first.

Siroshuku District was exactly such a place—any minor dispute could escalate into violent conflict. But everyone had grown accustomed to it; after all, living in a place where you had to keep your tail tucked every day, everyone carried a fire inside them.

"Ugh… bad, this injury might be worse than I thought!" Feeling the warm fluid still trickling down his temple, the man recalled his head had taken a blow—he immediately realized his condition was dire.

He had been lying here for some time; if the bleeding hadn't stopped yet…

Words like "Deathbed Revival" and "Battlefield Surge" surfaced in his mind. He leaned against the wall, trying to reach the nearest clinic, but suddenly found the road utterly unfamiliar—every corner seemed recognizable, yet none matched his memory.

His survival instinct drove him to scream for help, but no one was around; overwhelming fear made him keep stepping forward—until, just as he neared collapse, a neon sign, still glowing even in the deep night, came into view—

It bore a cartoon Bai Tu holding a mortar, with four large characters beside it: 【Yutu Pharmacy】.

"When did a pharmacy open here?" The man wondered, but his will to live drove him to stagger over, leaning on the wall. Though not a clinic, surely a pharmacy could at least stop the bleeding?

With this thought, he pushed open the pharmacy door. Whether due to psychological effect or not, the moment he stepped inside, his pain lessened slightly. Looking up, he saw a small Bai Tu nightlight glowing softly in the center of the room, between two rows of medicine cabinets…

…

"Alright, keep the wounds dry for the next few days, avoid alcohol and spicy food, come back daily for dressing changes. If you have the means at home, you can clean them yourself—but if you notice any discharge, pus, or swelling, come back immediately!"

Feng Xue quickly treated the patient's multiple external wounds, though the injuries weren't his doing—in fact, the man's ability to remain conscious and seek treatment was thanks entirely to Feng Xue's spells.

Feng Xue's third act tonight had been setting up a Ghost Wall in both Kabukicho and Siroshuku. The spell's effect was simple: anyone sustaining injuries beyond a certain threshold would inexplicably become lost and wander to his own doorstep. Even if severely wounded and unconscious, it provided mental stimulation to prevent death during unconsciousness.

This man, whose head had been split open, had never met a doctor who didn't push medicines or health supplements, and who even encouraged home care. After a brief pause, he remembered he hadn't paid, and asked:

"Thank you, Doctor. How much do I owe?"

"Seven stitches across three wounds, plus tetanus and iodine… just give me twenty thousand." Feng Xue waved his hand dismissively. The man's pupils contracted—not because it was expensive, but because it was absurdly cheap.

As a Siroshuku resident, he knew the cost of trauma treatment well. For injuries like his, even a small clinic would charge fifty or sixty thousand—let alone a major hospital.

Seeing the man's expression, Feng Xue knew exactly what he was thinking, and said casually:

"I don't accept insurance. Price is fixed. Also, I have no diagnostic equipment—go get a CT scan later!"

The man's expression turned peculiar. He immediately pulled out his phone and paid via facial recognition.

Come on—no insurance, located in Siroshuku City, open at this hour… with all these factors combined, no wonder he hadn't asked a single question about the injury! Had he accidentally stumbled into an underground clinic treating gang members?

(End of Chapter)