YM778.TV Chapter 675: Accident
Chapter 675: Accident
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Although this path of virus mastery seemed extremely daunting, Sheyan noticed that the realm allowed several exploitable backdoors. For example, though contracting viruses required him to be reduced to ordinary human state, there wasn’t a restriction on admitting into hospitals for treatment. The realm also didn’t indicate that he couldn’t use medicines or items that were allowed to be brought out of the realm. Moreover, soul equipments could still aid him…
Of course, medicines or items specially manufactured for contestants may not be effective on ordinary humans, he wasn’t even in clear on the consequences of using. However, don’t forget this crucial fact - how were Uncle Dasi’s fingers rejuvenated??
In the realm, there existed medicines tuned specifically for ordinary humans! Obviously, they held terrifying pricings as well.
Finally, Sheyan determined one important fact - to locate a superb hospital or doctor with unparalleled medical expertise, because it was very likely that he would stay over for long periods of time in that hospital.
Furthermore, while a hospital may exhibit medical excellence in treating a certain disease, it may be subpar in treating others…This indicated that Sheyan probably needed to prepare information on several different hospitals. It seems like his return to the real world this time would be pretty packed.
Lastly, he obviously wouldn’t forget that soul equipment, ‘Gold Pearl of the Caribbean Sea’. Sheyan still required time to locate Diaz’s descendants! Fortunately, Sheyan could implore Reef to assist him with this and save crucial time.
Most critically, the types of airborne viruses that Sheyan could activate clearly included diseases like SARs. As such, one vital element has surfaced. Though it was easy to contract a flu, where would Sheyan go to get himself infected with SARs…such a string of problems would cause Sheyan untold amounts of headaches.
With these issues piling atop each other, Sheyan hastily and urgently raced back to the real world. Right now, he truly felt that time was exceedingly tight, while there were too much to be done.
When he stepped into the real world, he received a notification from his nightmare imprint.
[ Host has entered the real world ]
[ Discovered host’s activated branching innate skill tree, ‘Airborne Pestilences’ of the ability - ‘Pestilence Monarch’ ]
[ Currently, host does not possess a single relevant virus ability ]
[ Host possesses the qualifications for initiation ]
[ Scanning environment…please wait ]
[ Environmental scan completed: Host planet is equivalent to a tiny nickel planet. Atmosphere is rich in nitrogen and oxygen ]
[ Collating information……this process will take a while, please patiently wait ]
[ Note: Host can assist in streamlining the process by proceeding to widely populated areas by similar host species ]
Upon viewing that notification, Sheyan felt extremely awkward. Putting it bluntly, it was truly strange and ball breaking!! What ‘proceeding to widely populated areas by similar host species’? That was truly awkward-sounding by the realm!
To quickly get his nightmare imprint to shut up and cease from spouting incomparably awkward sentences, Sheyan straightforwardly advanced towards a nearby Chinese herb tea shop. This was coincidentally the tea shop opened by Old Song, selling xiaolong tangbaos (soup buns) in the morning, and meals in boxes in the afternoon. When evening arrived, the shop would transform into a Chinese herb tea shop.
Oh, I believe many have forgotten who Old Song is. He was a butcher who shifted professions to become a shop owner. Most importantly, his brother had passed on and left behind a 30 plus years old widow named He Fengdi. Oh right, and to Uncle Dasi, she is his spring.
Sheyan waddled into the Chinese tea shop with large strides. After switching from the blistering hot weather to a chilling air-conditioned room, he instantly felt refreshed. Presently, 15-16 year-old high school sweethearts were exchanging terms of endearment inside this Chinese tea shop. Occasionally sharing their drinking straw, being utterly ignorant of others.
By their side where two tables were pieced together, a group of 5-6 pier workers was clamorously enjoying a game of playing cards. At the entrance, a languid old cat was resting on a stool, as it lazily swayed its furry tail while eyeing Sheyan. An aunty dressed in a bamboo patterned apron was currently taking a nap, with her head lying directly facing the table. She appeared to be in deep sleep, unmoved even by the sun rays cascading against her back.
When Sheyan strolled into the shop, he was greeted courteously by several of the playing cards pier workers, who were aware of his identity as a shipowner. When Sheyan finally sat down, he immediately felt a sense of parched dryness in his mouth due to the heat. Hence, he directly called for a bowl of lemon Aiyu Jelly.
A jelly made from gel from the seeds of a variety of figs, where the starch of seeds was placed in boiling water to coagulate. After which, honey, rock candy, iced water, lemon juice and other ingredients are added. The jelly is ice-cold, releases a perfect texture in the mouth, appealing to the eyes with its crystalline translucency. By popping this sour and sweet freshness, even the summer heat would dissipate immediately.
After drinking a bowl of Aiyu jelly drink, Sheyan was relieved of much internal heat. While puzzling over the duration needed by the nightmare imprint to gather information, he suddenly noticed an azure flowerish curtain unfurling at the kitchen area. Indeed, it was Di Gu who walked out. However, her eyes while puffy and reddened, as she offered a forced smile to Sheyan before rushing out of the shop.
At present, Sheyan’s mind was filled with the thoughts of viruses, hosts, and others. As such, he wasn’t paying much attention to the affairs of this present world. Thus, he didn’t take note of Di Gu’s expression. Instead, he blatantly halted her and reminded.
"Ah, Di Gu. Sanzi wants to have stewed meat for dinner later, remember alright."
Di Gu didn’t respond but cast a countenance brimming with hidden bitterness.
At this moment, that curtain unfurled again. A burly chap around 40 years of age marched out. His face was greasy and kept a pair of netted sideburns. He was half naked and a butcher’s knife was suspended by his waist. Looking rather malicious, he angrily roared.
"Bloody b*tch……eat eat eat? Still wish to freeload stewed meat? Go have chicken scraps instead!"
Sheyan’s eyes squinted instantaneously as he nonchalantly argued.
"Boss He, we’ve already ordered for a month’s worth of meals."
"Order your mother. Screw off and scram now, are you ordering food or harassing woman?" Boss He scoffed angrily. "I really couldn’t tell a crippled like Dasi dares to harbor designs on my house! A sickly old toad wishes to eat swan meat and covet what’s mine?"
Upon hearing Boss He ridiculing Uncle Dasi, Sheyan’s expression instantly turned downcast but he revealed a sinister smile.
"Fine! I can leave, but since Sanzi has already ordered a month’s worth of takeaway meals, and we’ve only consumed 20 day’s worth, return 3,000 to me and I’ll leave at once!"
Boss He was a gambler, and had long squandered away the thousands of Taiwanese dollar in a casino. Moreover, he had always been rude and unreasonable. As such, asking him to refund money was even harder than asking him to scrape off his flesh. He immediately bellowed out.
"I’ll refund your mother! Your house should compensate for seducing another house’s woman. Don’t wait till this daddy teach you how lethal a butcher’s knife can be! Since that lustful blockhead Dasi dares seduce what’s mine, then I shall transform him into a castrated dog!"
As he issued that threat, Boss He brandished the butcher knife from his waist. Sheyan was already displeased when he first insulted Uncle Dasi. Thus when that brat touched his knife, Sheyan immediately unleashed a slap across.
PA! A single slap produced glittering sparks in Boss He’s eyes and a buzzing sound in his ears. Then, a followed up kick arrived and sent the plump 100kg old boss flying 2-3 meters away. Crash Crash! He landed on a nearby table and utterly demolished it!
A kitchen staff wanted to assist his boss, yet Sheyan had already picked up that butcher’s knife, before chopping it viciously down towards Boss He’s waist.
Amidst his incomparably sorrowful shriek, Boss He could only feel the cold iciness of the knife blade, before a foul stench pervaded out from within his pants. He soon discovered the knife had merely chopped through his pants, and didn’t harm a single flesh on him, causing him to feel momentarily pathetic.
Sheyan glared at him and coldly announced.
"Stewed meat for dinner delivered by Di Gu, or refund our 3,000 dollars."
After issuing that, Sheyan turned to leave. Who knew that when he turned around, Boss He was actually spurred into recklessness by furious humiliation. He roared while pulling out his butcher’s knife and pouncing towards Sheyan’s back, before hacking away without caring for anything else! It appeared as though he wanted Sheyan’s life.
In the twinkling of an eye, Sheyan’s evil tendencies flared up. Sidestepping and causing Boss He to miss, Sheyan grabbed his wrist and exerted tiny strength. Pop! Boss He’s wrist instantly fractured.
Concurrently, Sheyan snatched away the butcher’s knife. No longer displaying courtesy for such an individual, he chopped deeply into Boss He’s thigh. Blood instantly gushed out rapidly and dyed his pants red.
A female abruptly screamed at this moment, syncing with the blood-curdling screams of Boss He. When another shop assistant tried to intervene, he was similarly kicked 2-3 meters flying, and ended up curling within a corner; his face deathly pale and no longer daring to spew a single word.
As this region was somewhat an unregulated grey area, the individuals here were all stunned and none thought of calling the police in this split second.
Frankly speaking, Boss He was truly a pain in the neck. He was incredibly unyielding and even attempted to struggle even by this point. Furthermore, he still cursed out, "If you don’t kill this daddy today, this daddy shall wipe out your entire house tomorrow!"
Sheyan didn’t bother arguing but bluntly seized him by the neck. Then, he dragged Boss He into the back kitchen like a dead dog, and forcibly plunged his head into a jar of water!