Chapter 12: You Really Are an Otherworldly Runner Boy

This is a scroll.

It requires special materials to craft, and it looks like a piece of paper that has been doodled on.

When correctly triggered, it automatically releases the corresponding magic—truly marvelous.

This is a talisman.

It requires special materials to craft, and it looks like a piece of paper that has been doodled on.

When correctly triggered, it automatically releases a specific immortal technique—truly marvelous.

If one only makes a vague generalization.

May I ask what essential difference exists between these two types of single-use items?

The underlying principles may differ, but the manufacturing process is completely similar.

Then, is there a possibility—yes, a possibility.

Could one replicate the crafting effect of the immortal Dao talisman by purchasing the magical materials needed to make scrolls?

In a chain of extending associative thoughts, Ji Ming's eyes lit up as he seized the inspiration.

Moreover, the answer was unexpected yet logical, perfectly matching his recent paradoxical luck!

The bold conjecture instantly sparked his mind, making him eager to try it right away.

Nevertheless, though his heart was moved, he stayed at the negotiating table and kept his manners.

"It's a very precious gift, Mr. Lei Nuo, so I'll boldly accept it."

"Haha, what's there to be polite about between you and me? Please!"

The two stood up, smiled, and shook hands, ending the negotiation in a harmonious atmosphere.

However, Lei Nuo did not sit down again.

He called his subordinates to bring a batch of rejuvenation elixirs he had bought at a high price, stuffing them all into a suitcase filled with cotton.

"Sorry to leave, my subordinates still need this batch of medicine to heal wounds."

After a couple of perfunctory pleasantries and an apology, he grabbed the suitcase and hurried away with his men.

So this old fellow was in such a hurry.

Ji Ming regretted that he had closed the deal after only three rounds; had he known, he should have squeezed out more.

At that moment, the waiters served the dishes he had ordered, and the mingling aromas instantly made him lose all thoughts.

Fine, what's done is done; better eat first.

He put the past behind him and moved from the narrow bar counter to a table farther back.

Although this place is a tavern, food and drink are inseparable, and the chef's skill is quite formidable.

Rich butter, fragrant mushrooms, a lavish spread filled the table.

Charcoal‑grilled lamb chops glazed with honey were crisp outside and tender inside, paired perfectly with neatly sliced white bread.

Ji Ming lifted his knife and fork, flaunting the three meals of the day together.

He only wiped his mouth, still lingering, after gnawing the last bone clean.

A young man beside him asked softly.

"Sir, how does it taste?"

"Excellent, how much?"

The waiter bowed slightly.

"Mr. Lei Nuo said this meal is on the house for you."

Ji Ming grinned, glancing at the menu hanging on the wall.

"Hmm, then remember to convey my thanks to him."

Like a magic trick, he flicked a silver coin onto the table.

"This is a tip for you."

Then he straightened his collar and left the tavern alone.

Although the sky was still bright, the scorching sun was setting in the west, and pedestrians on the street grew sparse.

The chaos on the wasteland had somewhat spilled into the city; the outer city was likely to face a new dip in public order.

Thus he abandoned his plan to go to the magic general store for materials and headed straight to the Clinic.

Even so, as he passed a dark alley, a rapid footstep sound rang in his ears.

Without hesitation, Ji Ming glanced sideways, drew his hand axe, and swung it straight at the newcomer's head.

"You..."

The masked man was still plotting how to threaten next, never expecting to meet a ruthless person who would strike without a word!

In his panic he lagged several beats before hurriedly holding his short knife horizontally before his chest.

In a life‑or‑death duel, a single move decides victory.

If it had been anyone else, he would already be dead.

Unfortunately, his opponent was a mediocre doctor famed for being harmless to both people and livestock and for helping neighbors.

Even a sneak attack, this axe with only four points of blood would not affect anyone.

With a crisp clang of steel, the Tetanus Blade was firmly caught by the thick back of the knife.

But fully aware of this, Ji Ming paid no heed to the outcome; instead he seized the chance to sprint away.

The masked man, having brushed the Gate of Ghosts, gritted his teeth, and in fury prepared to swing his knife back.

But when the blade was swung, he realized the man had already fled ten meters away, leaving only a stylish running silhouette.

"Damn!"

He cursed softly and was about to chase out, but at the last moment reason prevailed.

The road is wide; if we stir up even more trouble, the unlucky victim of the robbery might not be someone else.

Helpless, he could only retreat back into the dark alley, while catching his breath and waiting for the next prey.

"Damn it, are you bullying people or what?"

Ji Ming, who likewise escaped death, also kept cursing nonstop.

This lousy Sunshine City really has abysmal security; compared to it, Gotham City looks downright friendly.

Even though I was already acting as low-key as possible, I still ended up encountering a robbery!

He strode like a shooting star, turning into an otherworldly runner, and kept sprinting for three whole streets before easing his pace.

He avoided all side streets, stayed clear of dark alleys, and proceeded straight along the main road the whole way.

Fortunately, nothing else happened along the way, and he quickly returned to the Clinic.

He bolted the sturdy iron door, then finally collapsed, powerless, onto that ratty sofa.

His body was exhausted to the point of collapse, but his mind raced, reflecting on the mistake he had just made.

First, a gentleman does not stand beneath a crumbling wall; today I came home far too late.

From now on, when going out I should still try to limit the time and scope of my activities to avoid potential threats.

Second, my level is simply too low.

When faced with others' threats, I can only run; I have absolutely no ability to protect myself.

Fortunately, for me, the simplest way to raise my level is to improve my medical skill and potion quality, gaining commission experience by treating more serious illnesses.

Thus he locked all the silver coins in the drawer, then Ji Ming prepared to continue brewing medicine, hoping to work out the correct rejuvenation fluid formula as soon as possible.

But after he went into the storeroom and rummaged around, he found that several herbs were nearly used up, and the little left was nowhere near enough for another batch.

As the saying goes, even a skilled housewife can't cook without rice.

Whether drawing talismans or brewing potions, I must make a trip to the magic goods shop tomorrow.

With a bit of leisure, Ji Ming pondered for a while, sat calmly on the sofa, and pressed the exit game button.

The Yangyue World had already passed a full seventeen hours, and the real world was approaching midnight.

The night was deep; not everyone had the leisure for intense online surfing, so the activity in various chat groups had waned a bit.

Ji Ming weighed his words, then clicked on Yangyue's avatar.

Some things are better brought up sooner rather than later; I can't keep postponing them.

【Hello friend, in the process of trying to advance the plan, I've found that the rewards the system keeps giving are always filled with all kinds of strange coincidences】

【These coincidences may be helping me now, but I can't guarantee they won't blow up in the future】

【I feel strong anxiety and curiosity about this, wanting to know whether all this is because of your interference】