Chapter 490: It's Already Moving!

Perspective shift.

Sunlight shines on the streets of Dongmu City, a rare clear day.

Yan Feng Qili carries a basket full of ingredients, walking with steady steps toward his own shop.

His face remains expressionless, his eyes hollow like an ancient well, as if nothing in this world can stir a ripple in his heart.

Following behind him, Sha Jin looks completely different.

He puts both hands in his pockets, his gait light, his golden hair flashing in the sun.

Those eyes, always with a smile, lazily scan everything around—low buildings, ordinary pedestrians, a street devoid of technology.

(What a boring place.)

Sha Jin sighs silently in his heart.

He has already come to understand this world fairly well.

A civilization that hasn't even stepped onto its home planet, with low technology, its social structure similar to the fringe planets of the corporations.

Although there is a special system called Magic, to him it is merely another form of energy use, not worth noting.

He is better at dealing with people, navigating various interests, finding the most advantageous position in complex situations.

Rather than strolling around this broken place with an expressionless shopkeeper.

"Master,"

Sha Jin speaks, his tone tinged with teasing, "Are we going back to open a shop? Are you sure there are still customers at this spot?"

Yan Feng does not turn around, nor does he answer.

Sha Jin shrugs his shoulders.

(What a dull person.)

He thinks that, yet says nothing more.

Anyway, idle is idle; watching what this strange Master intends to do is a kind of pastime.

The two walk to the shop's entrance.

Yan Feng extends his hand, grabs the door handle, and gives a gentle pull—

"Squeak—thud!"

The door opens.

To be precise, the moment the door is pulled, the whole door panel detaches from the frame, falls backward, and with a "bang" hits the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Yan Feng's body freezes.

He maintains the pulling stance, motionless.

Sha Jin sticks his head out from behind Yan Feng, glancing into the shop.

Then he raises an eyebrow.

On his previously bland face, a hint of genuine interest appears.

"Oh?"

The shop is a mess.

Tables overturned, chairs shattered, the counter smashed into a large hole, and the walls are riddled with dense cracks and holes.

The floor is littered with broken wood, shattered glass, and... Ice Shards.

Most noticeable are the varying-depth pits on the floor and the marks on the wall clearly left by arrows.

A few Ice Arrows still pierce the wall, emitting a faint chill.

The whole shop looks as if a herd of wild bison had rammed through it, or as if it were covered in artillery fire.

Yan Feng's basket slips from his hand, "thud" landing on the floor, a few tomatoes roll out, stopping beside a puddle of icy water mixture.

He strides into the shop.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps—

"Crack!"

The wooden board beneath his foot suddenly snaps, Yan Feng's right leg plunges through the floor, and his body sinks down, half of him falling into the space below!

His body remains upright, only the right leg is embedded, looking like a pillar stuck in the ground, his upper half motionless.

Sha Jin stands at the doorway, and upon seeing this, a curve lifts the corner of his mouth.

(Interesting.)

Yan Feng looks down at his feet.

His foot has pierced the floor, hanging in midair.

Through the hole, one can see the Basement below—well, actually just a void beneath the floor, piled with dust and a few mouse‑chewed wooden slats.

But what catches his attention is not that.

Rather, beneath the counter, near the floor, there is a line of crooked characters.

Yan Feng pulls his leg out of the hole, squats, and leans in to look.

The characters were carved with some sharp tool, strokes skewed, like a child's doodle—

"Jiaojiao's Visit"

Behind it is a simple sketch that looks like a Monkeys.

Yan Feng stares at the line, silent for a full three seconds.

Then he extends his hand, touching the lingering Frost Trace beside it.

A cold sensation spreads from his fingertips.

He withdrew his hand, put it in his mouth, and licked it.

Sha Jin's mouth corner twitched.

(…still quite practical.)

Yan Feng stood up, expressionless, and spat out a few words:

"Berserker."

His tone was Calm, but in those vacant eyes, something seemed to be flickering.

Sha Jin was startled for a moment.

"Berserker?"

He repeated it, then laughed, "No wonder this shop looks like it was gnawed by a dog; turns out a Berserker came to wreck the place."

(Interesting.)

(Looks like this Holy Grail War is livelier than I imagined.)

Sha Jin thought that, his gaze scanning the shop.

Yan Feng said nothing.

He simply stood amid the wreckage, looking at the shop that had accompanied him for years.

The familiar tables and chairs, the counter used countless times, the wall plastered with customer notes—all were destroyed.

His fist slowly clenched.

Sha Jin noticed that detail.

(Oh?)

(So you also have emotions.)

Just then—

A faint rustling came from the corner.

Yan Feng snapped his head around!

A brown silhouette flashed behind the shelf, and something darted back quickly.

Yan Feng's wrist twitched!

A Black Shadow shot out from his hand!

"Clang!"

A Black Key hammered into the wall, three inches deep, its Tail still trembling slightly.

Right beside the Black Key, a palm-sized thing let out a "Cheep" sound and scurried up the counter, rolling and crawling.

Sha Jin and Yan Feng simultaneously looked at that thing.

It was a Monkeys.

Yellow short fur, round black eyes, a banana‑shaped tuft on its head, its expression looked… dazed.

It crouched on the counter, tilting its head at the two, its mouth opening and closing:

"Jiaojiao! Jiaojiao!"

Sha Jin: "...?"

Yan Feng: "...?"

A Monkeys?

Yan Feng stared at the Monkeys, the hollowness in his eyes seemingly filled—by an emotion called Rage, though his face remained expressionless.

This Monkeys, and the line "Jiaojiao's Visit", were clearly related.

And its appearance meant…

Yan Feng didn't think further.

He had already acted!

Yan Feng's body, like an arrow released, surged toward the counter in an instant!

His steps were steady and powerful, each footfall on the floor emitting a heavy "Dong" sound.

Though his build was that of a middle‑aged man, his movements were astonishingly swift!

Sleep Banana Monkey's reaction wasn't slow either.

It let out a "Jia" sound, leapt high from the counter, its body flipping agile in mid‑air, evading Yan Feng's grasping hand!

Yan Feng's first strike missed, and his other hand already reached out again!

His palm, like iron tongs, snatched for the Monkey's Tail!