Who gave you permission to travel through time with Earth?

Chapter 46 "Keep a Low Profile"

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In fact, when Fang Jin heard the word "draw," he had basically given up hope for his second talent. His luck was officially acknowledged to be terrible, and the probability of drawing a gold item in a single draw was probably extremely low.

Fortunately, the Star Eater's own rank is definitely not low. Even before he had fully recovered, his physical strength had already made a qualitative leap. How could the potential of a living star contained in his body be low?

Moreover, the birth of the limestone skin proves that the Star Eater's authority is more versatile than he imagined, and he may even be able to obtain more skills or even talents on Earth civilizations.

After all, that's an entire world. All the players who benefit from the main star system have skills and talents from countless dungeon worlds in the universe... So why can't he?

"……secret."

"Fuck you!"

After waiting for so long, this was the answer she received. The little gang leader immediately got angry and threw a punch without hesitation, which was then caught steadily by Fang Jin.

With a loud "bang," a ripple-like shockwave spread outwards, and the vibration caused by the resonance shattered dozens of cups on the surrounding table. The crisp sound of breaking glass attracted the attention of most people.

The second-tier players in the front row didn't react much. Every ten levels, players advance to a new level, and their life tiers will leap significantly. This is something that players of almost all systems can do.

They could only do that much, but that didn't mean they could do better. These two skills were enough to get them into the top ten of this recruitment, but they had no reputation in the black market.

……who are they?

"Such formidable strength! Are you a player from the high-level martial arts faction?"

The boxer shouted loudly and strode towards the back, accidentally bumping into other tabletops along the way. He and the table flew away, but he was so excited that he didn't even feel it.

Players in the high-martial-strength side generally share one characteristic: they are "martial arts fanatics." Only those who are passionate about martial arts and eager to fight can master the high-martial-strength side system, and boxers are clearly one of the more extreme types.

"No, no, I'm a Nen Master from the technology side; I'm not good at hand-to-hand combat..."

Guo Shi couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Although she was the most intelligent member of the Red Whistle Gang, she had inevitably been tainted by violence after years of being in the gang. In her agitation just now, she hadn't been able to control her strength.

The most important thing in concealing her identity and infiltrating the liquor party was to avoid drawing attention. Although the identity of the Red Whistle Gang leader had not yet spread to the market, she would not allow any possibility of it being leaked.

So now she wants to sell Fang Jin.

"That was my brother's ability just now, he..."

"Huh? How is that possible?!"

The boxer grabbed Guo Shi's hands and shook them enthusiastically, saying that the strength in his fingers was enough to crush an ordinary person's hand bones into powder. He laughed loudly as he spoke.

"He only took one blow from you and his bones broke. He's only slightly stronger than the average person, a newbie who just came out of a dungeon. This isn't the time to praise your own brother!"

Guo Shi was startled and turned to see Fang Jin's arm bent outward in a twisted position, the muscles coiled into a spiral shape, her face contorted in pain as she bent over.

Only his eyes were full of clarity... and a faint hint of mockery.

"How come you were faster than me..." Guo Shi wanted to cry but had no tears. He had already been pushed to the front by the clamoring crowd and was pushed to sit down at the first table.

"A Mind Master... doing this is not bad. Enveloping your skin with mental energy and raising your physical fitness to the level of a Martial Master... among this group of oddballs, you can be considered one of the better ones."

Iron Cover nodded to Guo Shi in a deep, muffled voice, showing unexpected approval. The Weaver, on the other hand, seemed somewhat impatient, but did not explicitly object to Guo Shi sitting at the first table.

The young leader was almost in tears; this was the complete opposite of the treatment she wanted. She could only force a smile and deal with the others while using her mental energy to shout in Fang Jin's ear:

"You fucking did this on purpose, didn't you?! I only had a tiny bit of Nen attached to my fist; there's no way I could have created that shockwave! You bastard, were you deliberately pushing me into the spotlight?!"

"Yes."

Fang Jin smiled and said, while naturally straightening her twisted muscles and adjusting her wrist. Then, she took the strand of thought and whispered,

"Since the goal is to eliminate the scavengers and create a deterrent effect, we who have infiltrated the liquor party cannot possibly keep a low profile. The more flamboyant we are, the more effective we will be."

"Then you should do it! Your strength is much more impressive than ours. What deterrent effect can a mindless psychic like me have? I can't possibly wipe out the scavengers all by myself!"

"Yes, or rather, that position is of no use. Being put in the center by the soju club means that half of the credit and reputation will be taken away, so it would be meaningless even if it were achieved."

"Your role is to attract my attention."

Fang Jin spoke softly, transmitting her words through the vibration to Guo Shi's ears. Her voice carried a strong sense of agitation and playfulness as she chuckled.

"Your brilliance means my fading into obscurity. Your performance just now only reinforced this impression in others, and this kind of discreet arrangement will make my future actions easier... won't it?"

"...You're absolutely right."

Guo Shi gritted her teeth and sent out this last message, then angrily cut off the thought thread. She had been pushed to the forefront, and if she didn't follow Fang Jin's ideas, she would be the first to be overwhelmed by the waves.

At that moment, the entire hall suddenly fell silent.

Then came an intense, almost murderous aroma of alcohol, like a bomb exploding in the courtyard. Half of the people immediately staggered and fell to the ground, drunk and passed out.

Fang Jin's face was also blood red, but then a surge of heat rose within her body, evaporating the alcohol fumes completely. Only then did she look at the person who was now standing at the very front.

This is an elderly man dressed in beachwear, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with green polka dots and brown shorts. He is holding a huge gourd of wine with his hunched back and occasionally taking a sip.

Xu Hao, president of the liquor club.

He recalled Jiang Chan's evaluation of this person.

"Xu Hao... a true old monster. Even your father, whose level was above a whole realm, was unwilling to provoke him. His strength and methods are extremely wicked."

"His natural talent lies in the 'Drunken Fist' of the high-level martial arts school. The more alcohol numbs him, the stronger his physical attributes and the greater the power of his punches become. He can unleash strength beyond his level when he is completely drunk."

"Furthermore, we must pay close attention to his gourd, which was a gift from the president of the liquor club. When it sprays out liquor, it creates an 'intoxicating atmosphere' within a hundred meters, confusing the enemy's senses."

"The only cost is that he himself will also become addicted, but this is actually beneficial to Xu Hao. The two work together and are invincible. There are few opponents below level 30."

"Don't give him a chance to confront you."