Chapter 72: Fixed NPC

Since he didn't know the specifics of this world, Li Ang temporarily halted the Reverse Birth: Three Layers, as his appearance in that state was far too conspicuous.

The moment he exited the Reverse Birth state, he felt vastly lighter—prolonged use of Reverse Birth: Three Layers still placed a heavy burden on the body.

Had he not continuously seen his skill experience points rising, Li Ang couldn't have endured it.

After a brief survey of his surroundings, he exhaled softly:

'I should find a local to ask about the situation.'

Just as he thought this, a voice brimming with malice suddenly rang out behind him.

"Hey bro, here's a yellow monkey."

Hearing the familiar English, Li Ang turned to see two Black men smirking at him.

'Are street thugs the fixed NPCs that respawn every time I traverse worlds?'

When the two Black men got a clear look at Li Ang's appearance, their eyes lit up, and they exchanged glances before bursting into chuckles.

Then one collapsed motionless on the ground, while the other knelt before Li Ang, face drenched in blood.

Of course, to avoid unnecessary trouble, Li Ang didn't kill them—he merely changed their gender into a Walmart shopping bag.

Soon, Li Ang had figured out the basic state of this world—it was nearly identical to the one he'd left before his traversal.

The date was August 1, 2009; the location was Brooklyn, New York.

As for whether supernatural powers existed—

The street thug before him didn't know, only muttering vague urban legends.

But this was good for Li Ang right now, since he wasn't in a hurry to take up a new profession—his previous professions still had many levels left to reach. Of course, if a profession simply walked up to him, he wouldn't refuse.

The Qi Refiner could be leveled up slowly through persistent effort, but the Apprentice Artisan could only gain experience rapidly through alchemical synthesis.

Therefore, Li Ang now needed—

Money.

There was no way around it—alchemy was too expensive; in fact, no artisan profession was ever cheap.

At that moment, the Black man kneeling before Li Ang spoke in a trembling voice: "Mr. —"

"I've told you everything you wanted to know. Can you let me go?"

This seventeenth-century bestseller now deeply regretted why he'd provoked this man—just moments ago, he and his partner hadn't even known what happened before they ended up like this.

Kung fu! It had to be kung fu!

Then Li Ang spoke: "You two are gang members. Take me to your base."

"Huh?"

The Black man's face twisted with reluctance.

Though he didn't know what this Asian man intended, it certainly wouldn't be anything good.

But when he saw Li Ang's cold gaze slowly drift downward, he shuddered violently: "Yes, Mr.!"

"I'll take you right away!"

Li Ang naturally intended to borrow some money from the local gang first.

Soon, under the Black man's guidance, Li Ang arrived before a standalone villa.

He grabbed the tool-wielding Black man's arm, stopping him from knocking, and pressed the doorbell himself.

The villa door opened quickly.

The man who opened it was also Black; he scowled, about to demand Li Ang's purpose, when he spotted the bloodied Black man behind him.

Before he could react, a pure white hand covered his face.

The Black man behind Li Ang, witnessing the scene, turned to jelly.

"Witchcraft! Witchcraft!"

Honestly, he'd never seen an Asian turn whiter than those damn white people in an instant.

What else could this be but witchcraft?!

The commotion at the door naturally drew attention from inside.

As they moved to investigate, a white figure shot into the living room like a tiger.

"Fu*K!"

Soon, the living room held only one standing figure.

Looking at the Black men writhing on the floor, Li Ang asked calmly: "Who's the boss?"

He hadn't simply taken the cash off the coffee table because he'd changed his mind.

It was the Black man's earlier cry of "witchcraft" that had given him an idea.

Seeing all the Black men on the ground stare at one with tattoos, Li Ang walked up, crouched beside him, rubbed his body, then held up the small black ball he'd rubbed off and showed it to the tattooed man.

"Eat it."

". Huh?"

The tattooed man didn't know what Li Ang planned, but recalling what had just happened, he obediently swallowed it.

Then he heard Li Ang say: "What I just gave you is my homeland's Three Corpses Brain-Soul Pill. Without the antidote, your head will explode like a watermelon in a week. Understood?"

The tattooed man froze, then gagged as if to vomit.

Before he could move, Li Ang seized his head.

Li Ang lifted the tattooed man to eye level, his gaze deep and dark: "So you'd better obey. Don't even think about going to the hospital for a checkup."

"They can't detect my witchcraft."