Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

Chapter 1159 591: More Hardships for Old Tang

Tang Qian sighed helplessly, rolled his eyes, squatted in the bathroom, and smoked a cigarette. As the smoke curled upward, between the flickers of flame, his tattoos and muscles seemed to shrink, rapidly disappearing.

The body's change was nothing but a facade.

The real upheaval was in the entire soul, Matrix, blessing, and a multitude of skills honed through fierce battles, muscle memory, and even instincts, all vanished with the burn of that wisp of flame.

Inheritance Burnt Offering!

As the Chosen One, Tang Qian had sacrificed everything he possessed to the Sacrificial Master, turning completely into an ordinary person you could find anywhere.

The only difference is... when others send sacrifices to the Sacrificial Master, it's like throwing meat buns to the dogs with no coming back, whereas for Tang Qian, they are all the same damn family!

It's almost like a jerk transferring assets during a divorce, skillful and natural.

Who knows how many times he did this, it's seamless.

Even beyond the Matrix and blessings, after wiping his face, he sacrificed the muscles on his cheekbones, his beard, and even the characteristic scars and sunspots.

By the time his hand dropped, the middle-aged man in the bathroom had turned into someone completely different from before.

Still unsatisfied, Tang Qian touched his chest, sacrificed half his lifespan, then pulled at his hair, transforming a tangled mess into a neat crew cut.

Almost rebirth-like, he turned into an entirely different person.

To utilize the Inheritance Burnt Offering to such a degree, it's probably unique under the heavens.

"Done, boss."

He tilted his head and spoke into the earpiece, "What's the job?"

"It's coming, soon."

Before the words were fully spoken, the phone he just got suddenly vibrated, and a task appeared in the software—power failure, emergency repair.

Along with it was a one-time access permission to the inner officer quarters, limited to one hour.

Accompanying that was client information that would normally be impossible to include.

Especially the very first, a beautiful photo that seemed familiar, a face he felt he had seen somewhere before, leaving Old Tang stunned for quite a while, in disbelief.

"Access permissions have been granted."

Ji Jue's voice sounded, coaxing him: "After you go in, just pretend to tinker with things, dismantle the outlet, install a camera, and you're done."

Maybe the lady will notice your strong muscles and start a thrilling and exciting friendship..."

"Damn, this is too wicked, brother."

Old Tang started to worry, "I won't be mistaken for a peeping Tom and sent off to be shot on sight, right? Are you sure it's safe?"

Ji Jue couldn't help but sigh, "Don't worry, she made the repair call proactively; she'll welcome you."

"??? "

Tang Qian was stunned, "How did you manage this? Is alchemy really this awesome? Make circuits fail on command?"

"No, no need for alchemy," Ji Jue replied nonchalantly, "I just sent another work order. When they fixed the electricity meter, I had them pull her circuit breaker."

"..."

High-end operations are simple and unpretentious.

Tang Qian was speechless.

What else is there to say?

Pick up the toolbox, grab the task, and get to work!

Completely overlooking a small problem that doesn't seem right...

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Green lights all the way, unhindered and incredibly smooth.

After the work badge was swiped through, under the surveillance of the guards, the newly rebranded plumber Tang Qian flowed effortlessly through numerous security doors and checks, slipping into the officer quarters, standing in front of the target's door.

Unbelievable.

Did I just come through like this?

After living a life as a sixth-class citizen everyone hates, experiencing the convenience of a third-class citizen was almost tear-jerking.

He hesitated for a moment, raised his hand, yet before he could knock, the door in front of him opened.

Revealing a charming face with large expressive eyes, she examined him.

"Is it repair service?"

"Um, uh, yes... Uh, repair, at your service, ma'am."

Tang Qian awkwardly gestured a greeting, prompting the waiting woman behind the door to laugh sweetly and voluntarily open the door wider: "Please come in."

With the air conditioning off, the room's temperature had started to rise. Under Central Earth's sweltering heat, even dressed in just a tank top and shorts, Colonel Erica was already glistening with a thin layer of sweat, alluring and fragrant.

"I don't know why, but the power suddenly went out."

She courteously poured a glass of water from the fridge and offered it, polite and well-mannered, without the arrogance typical of her peers, smiling beautifully: "Sorry for the trouble, I'm in a hurry to leave, please be quick."

"Ah? Okay, okay!"

Old Tang couldn't help but glance around, restraining an epic urge, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Not because he hadn't seen women before, mainly because this high-level espionage task was really unexplored territory for him, making his movements clumsy.

Just like most people when faced with such a situation.

It's understandable.

After checking where the circuit box was, he began pretending to work, actually having no clue what he was doing. Behind him, Erica seemed to be talking on the phone, speaking to someone at home.

Perfect opportunity!

While she's distracted, quickly, dismantle the outlet, install a camera, and be done.