Xing Luo, still shaken, climbed up from the floor, the scent of blood in the air gradually diluted by time.
"Li Da Shu, I have avenged you, but this is only the beginning. I will definitely find the mastermind behind this and make them all pay with their lives!"
He looked up at the sky and said slowly with determination, his trembling hands clenched tightly, so much so that he didn't even notice they were piercing his palms.
After a quick wash, he hastily checked out of the room and headed to the Magic Array in Luoshen Town.
The ancient and profound Magic Array made him dizzy. Around it, four large pillars were inlaid with numerous colorful magic cores. These four pillars were responsible for converting the energy of various magic core attributes into spatial energy, as spatial attribute magic cores were extremely rare.
After paying the fee and stepping into the center of the Magic Array, the guard next to him activated the compass of the Magic Array. The pointer on the compass began to spin, followed by a violent spatial fluctuation that enveloped the chubby boy. In the blink of an eye, the round little fellow disappeared from before the grand array.
Xing Luo felt as if he had arrived in a bizarre and colorful place. The surrounding scenery seemed both real and illusory, with transparent, tadpole-like objects passing through him.
He curiously touched them with his hand, but they seemed to have no physical form. Seemingly slow but actually fast, it felt like only a few seconds before the chubby boy arrived at the center of Loshen Country—Luoshen City.
This was a bustling city, shoulder to shoulder, with crowds of people. The bustling flow of people swept the chubby boy in.
The chubby boy, who had been in a small village just three months ago, clearly hadn't adapted yet. He looked around with the flow of people, busy and delighted. He pulled out a bag full of gold coins from his embrace; these had fallen from the Black-Clothed Leader's clothes that night.
There were over 100 gold coins inside, clearly intended for the poor Black-Clothed Leader to spend after completing his mission.
After all, the assassination target was just a child, and carrying some money wouldn't increase the difficulty of the mission.
However, he never expected to die like that, and even the money he brought for enjoyment ended up benefiting the chubby boy. Truly, man proposes, God disposes; who can predict fate?
With money, Xing Luo immediately booked a room at Sunset. The rooms here were spacious and bright, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of the outside.
Because he chose the top floor, there was a skylight where he could see the sky outside.
Sunlight streamed into the room, making it exceptionally bright and comfortable. The soft, cozy blankets were changed daily by a dedicated person, and the room was also cleaned. This was not a small inn in Luoshen Town, and of course, the price was 10 times that of an ordinary inn.
After a hot shower and changing into newly bought clothes, he was quite satisfied with himself in the mirror. However, there was truly nothing to be satisfied with about that chubby face, which was becoming more and more like his previous life's. Perhaps only someone as narcissistic as him could appreciate it.
Lying on the bed, he looked at the skylight. A cloud drifted past outside the window, blocking the sunlight that had been cast on the floor.
Xing Luo quieted down. This incident was about someone trying to kill him and seize his spot. However, he had inexplicably counter-killed the Black-Clothed Leader. He thought of the slippery sensation, and waves of nausea washed over him. Perhaps because he had been under extreme mental tension before, he hadn't felt much, but now, thinking about it, he had actually killed someone and even touched their blood.
At this thought, he vomited, spewing out even his stomach acid. After all, it was his first time, and some people had never even killed a chicken in their entire lives.
And the other party was a living person.
Although he knew that even if he had to do it again, he would still choose to kill, and at that moment, he wasn't allowed to think so much. Whoever wanted to kill him, he would kill them.
He was not a saint who would let others share his flesh; on the contrary, he was just a sneaky, money-loving person, although he still held onto some principles.
Just like Li Da Shu's death, it touched his bottom line and peeled back the softest part of his heart.
For an orphan with no family, Li Da Shu was like his father. He hated his helplessness at the time, but these experiences were still too cruel for him.
He was an orphan; his parents in this life abandoned him, and he died so tragically in his previous life. He didn't understand what he had done wrong for fate to play such tricks on him.
He also didn't understand why Li Da Shu, who lived with him, had to die for him, had to sacrifice his life for a child who was not his own.
Why was fate so unfair to him? He secretly vowed to become stronger, strong enough to protect his loved ones, strong enough to control his own destiny.
He wished time could rewind, back to when Li Da Shu was still hunting with him in the village, back to the moment his birth parents abandoned him, so he could confront them and ask why they didn't want him, or even back to before his death in his previous life.
The intense emotions made the crystal flash again. Silver, tadpole-like objects, floating in the air, darted left and right before his eyes. Watching those happily swimming, tadpole-like things, the chubby boy's attention was drawn away, and his emotions gradually calmed down. Slowly, even breathing sounds came from the bed; he had fallen asleep. In his dream, he seemed to see a blurred figure.
The after-effects of forcibly using magic through the crystal had arrived. He had been feeling groggy for the past few days, a sign of depleted vitality. This symptom would slowly disappear over time, but the lost lifespan would not return unless he consumed some rare treasures to replenish his vitality.
However, the prices of these items were far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, not something just anyone could afford.
Xing Luo climbed out of bed, shook his somewhat groggy head, ate something, and then took some money to go shopping. As for the rest, he had already hidden it well. The security of the Sunset Inn was absolutely reassuring, and since this was the capital of Loshen Country, no one dared to cause trouble here.
As soon as he stepped out of the inn, noisy sounds flooded his ears. It seemed the inn's soundproofing was good; there had been no sound at all in the room before.
One street was full of hawking vendors: milk, meat, flowers, vegetable merchants. There were also shops selling tools, magical items, and swords.
The Mercenary Guild, Mage Guild, Knight Guild, Thief Guild, and Assassin Guild were lined up, each with its unique characteristics.
The Mage Guild had an emblem of a wizard's hat.
The Assassin Guild was a dagger.
The Thief Guild had an emblem of a money bag with a few scattered coins around it.
The Knight Guild's emblem depicted a Knight on a Chocobo, holding a sword and wearing a feathered hat.
Chocobos were the primary mounts on this continent. Their running speed was extremely fast, far exceeding that of ordinary horses, and they were also one of the Knights' companions.
Chocobos had to be raised from the moment they hatched and would accompany Knights in battle once grown. Knights usually cared for their Chocobos personally, so Chocobos were extremely loyal to their Knight masters.
If a Knight died in battle, the Chocobo would not live alone. A Chocobo could increase a Knight's combat power by 30%, and in group battles on the battlefield, the role of a Chocobo unit was even greater.
Xing Luo looked at the majestic Knight emblem and fell into fantasy again. It seemed our chubby boy truly loved Knights. "I wonder if I have Battle Qi talent," Xing Luo thought to himself.
As for magic talent, he didn't even dare to imagine it, as it was good enough if one person in 10,000 possessed magic talent, while there were still one or two with Battle Qi talent among 1,000 people.