Chapter 150: Three Pure Ones

Several days later, at dawn, Li Cheng had just opened his bedroom door when he heard chaotic noise from the living room.

Three little girls with gray skin and delicate faces appeared.

One held a game controller, seated before a TV connected to a PS5, playing a game.

Another sat at the coffee table, gorging herself—jellied fruits, pork jerky, biscuits, chocolate, beef tendons, spicy strips, salted peanuts, beer, and crayfish littered the table with crumbs.

The third lay on the sofa, grinning foolishly as she scrolled through short videos and Weibo on both a tablet and phone, loudly blasting TikTok through external speakers.

"!"

They all noticed Li Cheng at once, sweetly calling out, "Good morning, brother."

"Brother? What brother?" Li Cheng, still in his robe, twitched his eye. "Change back."

"Oh."

The three girls linked hands, their bodies gradually merging into one, reverting to Hui Yu's form.

"Hmm, such a nice day today, such a bright sun—I feel like taking another nap. You go ahead and get busy, Ah Cheng."

Hui Yu, her belly slightly swollen (packed with snacks), muttered to herself as she shuffled toward her bedroom. She'd taken only two steps when Li Cheng reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder and stopping her, asking coldly, "Where's yesterday's homework?"

As a liquid metal robot, Hui Yu didn't need sleep to restore energy—when she felt sluggish, she'd just touch an electrical outlet, recharge, and let her pulse return.

She could also use this "One Qi Divides into Three Pure Ones" technique to split into three smaller avatars, maximizing nighttime entertainment: eating, drinking, playing.

"I already finished it!"

Hui Yu pulled a workbook from under the coffee table and shoved it firmly into Li Cheng's hands. "Look, all done. Ah Cheng, we've been through life and death together—you should have a little more trust, a little more space, and a little more tenderness."

"Now you're singing, are you?"

Li Cheng rolled his eyes, glancing at the workbook skeptically. "You didn't use some scan-and-solve app, did you? Scanned the answers, then copied them by hand?"

Hui Yu declared solemnly, "How could I? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

"Then how do you explain this?"

Li Cheng pointed to the workbook: the math problem cos90° had been written as csgo.

The English question "very good" had been written as very9006.

The general knowledge question—"How long does Earth's rotation take?"—had been answered as "one week."

She'd thought, but only a little.

"Cheater caught: @DaiDaiDaHuiYu. Evidence conclusive, no defense possible. Take it back and rewrite."

Li Cheng, annoyed, rolled the workbook into a tube and tapped it lightly against Hui Yu's forehead. She trudged off dejectedly toward the study.

Hui Yu's "One Qi Divides into Three Pure Ones" skill was useful, but its flaw was that each avatar's IQ was one-third of her own.

She wasn't particularly smart to begin with—after splitting, she was even worse, and even copying correct answers would result in mistakes.

Li Cheng entered the study to supervise Hui Yu's makeup homework, then pulled out the 【Death Wish Notebook】 from his backpack slot and tore off a page, quickly sketching with a pencil.

Scratch-scratch-scratch—

The pencil tip scraped the white paper, drawing a sketch of Li Cheng being struck by an overloaded truck, his body flying through the air.

"Hmm." He set down the pencil, typed the truck's license plate into his computer, and searched its travel history. The vehicle had frequently traveled between warehouse and dock in Yinxing's suburbs.

Hui Yu, bent over her homework, peeked curiously. "What's this?"

"Testing the 【Death Wish Notebook】's function."

After days of testing, Li Cheng had fully uncovered the hidden potential of this parody item, modeled after the Death Note: fortune-telling fate.

For players, other superhumans in the real Earth were as dangerous as boss enemies in scenario missions—deception, ambushes, and betrayal were common.

If not for the Global Supernatural Alliance and official agencies worldwide keeping things in check, players would have been murdering each other on the streets, looting gear, plunging global society back into a dark forest where only the fittest survived.

Leaving aside war-torn, life-dispensable regions like Africa and South America,

even in relatively stable regions like Europe, America, Japan, and Korea, occasional unexplained bizarre deaths occurred—results of player-on-player killings.

Under these conditions, superhumans universally suffered from survival anxiety, driving prices for medical items and defensive skills sky-high on the black market.

The 【Death Wish Notebook】, in some ways, could also count as a defensive item.

Superhumans' physical resilience far surpassed ordinary humans; they were nearly impossible to kill by ordinary illness, traffic accidents, or random gunshots. The most likely cause of death was dying in a battle scenario or being assassinated or openly attacked by another superhuman.

The 【Death Wish Notebook】's effect allowed the user to sketch on paper a death scenario they might soon encounter.

And this effect could stack—the more sketches drawn at once, the broader the prediction coverage!

Players could use this to predict whether they'd be attacked by other superhumans—or to foresee how they'd die in a scenario mission.

"This page shows my most likely death scenario: being hit by this overloaded truck that frequently travels between Yinxing's suburbs. That means if I avoid the suburbs, I'm safe—and I'm unlikely to face a direct assassination by another superhuman."

Li Cheng explained casually, "The 【Death Wish Notebook】 contains exactly one hundred pages. You can tear them out and give them to others, or bring them into scenario missions. Crucially, each page automatically restores after use. That means I can not only use it myself, but also rent out its pages or sell them to other players."

This was a life-saving item—there'd be no shortage of buyers.

"Oh oh."

Hui Yu nodded, half-understanding, then immediately latched onto the key phrase: "Sell to other players? Ah Cheng, you're going to Lous Street?"

"Yeah. After I wash up, I'm heading there." Li Cheng nodded. He currently had 3,259 game coins. Considering the 【Assembled Puppet】 required massive materials, it was time to spend.

Hui Yu's eyes lit up. She jumped up instantly. "Take me with you!"

"Hmm." Li Cheng hesitated slightly.

"I promise I won't cause trouble! You say east, I won't go west. You tell me who to chop, I'll chop them."

Hui Yu clung to Li Cheng's arm and shook it vigorously—her hydraulic-level strength nearly snapped his arm. She looked ready to leap up and wrap her arms around his neck, cooing.

To prevent himself from becoming a headless knight, Li Cheng reluctantly agreed.