Zhang Songyun felt himself being dragged away by an irresistible force.
His vision blurred as his surroundings turned a hazy gray. His senses lost all points of reference; there seemed to be no difference between up, down, left, or right.
He couldn't even feel the existence of his own body!
Fortunately, this strange sensation lasted only a brief moment.
Then, he felt gravity once more.
The scene before him had changed; it was no longer that dead-end alley.
His legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed, quickly using his hands to prop himself up against the ground.
The touch beneath his palms was smooth and cold, devoid of any texture. It felt neither like metal nor stone.
Light flooded his vision—a soft, uniform white glow with no discernible source.
Everything around him was bright, yet there were no shadows.
Zhang Songyun panted, looking up with lingering fear.
He was in a space he could not comprehend.
It was vast and empty.
The ground was a matte white, like a pearl, and the surrounding surfaces curved upward, blending seamlessly with the floor.
Aside from that, there was nothing else here. It was unnervingly clean.
So clean it was unsettling.
The temperature was constant, the air was still, and there wasn't a single sound to be heard.
Only his own heartbeat and breathing were startlingly clear.
“Where is this?”
“Am I still in the real world?”
Zhang Songyun turned around, trying to find the way he had come or an exit.
However, his field of vision held only an endless expanse of white. There was no exit at all.
Such a white room was truly a torment to one's mental fortitude.
Time seemed to lose all meaning, and a sense of anxiety welled up in his heart.
Just as Zhang Songyun was at a loss, his gaze fixed on the center of the space.
At some point, a figure had appeared there.
A white high-backed chair now sat on the floor, and a man was seated in it, his posture relaxed.
Beneath his long black hair was a cold, pale, handsome face. He didn't look like a living person; he looked like a sinister, ghostly pseudo-human.
Zhang Songyun's pupils shook with shock, and his heart hammered against his ribs.
Yue Shi! The name leaped into his mind almost instantly.
It came accompanied by a bloody record of exploits—murder, arson, desecrating graves, and flogging corpses. He was the definition of pure evil.
The wanted poster had mentioned Yue Shi's abilities: powerful concealment-type powers and spatial manipulation-type powers.
In an instant, Zhang Songyun finally understood everything.
Bai Wanyang's elusive assassinations and the means by which he himself had been transferred out of the dead-end alley out of thin air.
“It's actually you,” Zhang Songyun blurted out, his voice dry.
Beyond the shock, a chill crawled up his spine.
Why did Yue Shi bring him here?
For Bai Wanyang?
Was their relationship really that good?
In his memory, when Yue Shi was at the Amber City Investigation Bureau, he preferred to be a loner and didn't seem to have much of a friendship with Bai Wanyang.
Could this notorious fugitive actually be a sentimental person?
Zhang Songyun forced himself to calm down, squeezing a smile onto his face as he asked cautiously, “Mr. Yue Shi, what do you intend to do by bringing me here?”
He stared intently at Yue Shi's face as he spoke, trying to detect any emotional fluctuations and use his rhetoric to interfere with the man's thinking.
But Yue Shi ignored him completely. His calm gaze fell upon Zhang Songyun, as if he were looking through him to examine something else.
Then, before Zhang Songyun's horrified eyes, the skin on Yue Shi's forehead writhed and parted to both sides.
A faint, golden vertical mark emerged.
The mark opened, revealing a pure golden eye with no pupil and no white.
The third eye gazed calmly at Zhang Songyun.
Every hair on Zhang Songyun's body stood on end, and the crisis warning from his intuition screamed in his head.
He felt as if he were being seen through completely.
Those dark, heavy secrets—everything—were being laid bare before the man in front of him.
Cold sweat rolled down Zhang Songyun's forehead, and he wanted to run.
But his body was stiff; he couldn't even move a finger.
It seemed all his abilities were failing to take effect in front of Yue Shi.
Yue Shi ignored Zhang Songyun's deathly pale face. His Insight vision was already presenting all the man's abilities in the form of information.
In the data composed of characters, Yue Shi filtered out most of the useless information, focusing his attention on the supernatural attribute entries.
【High-Energy Shell】, 【Undying Body】, 【Breakthrough through Heavy Injury】.
Yue Shi's gaze paused slightly on these three entries. These were the abilities that once belonged to Bai Wanyang, now completely stripped and transferred to Zhang Songyun.
His gaze moved on to the other abilities.
【Luck Deflection】: Passively forms an invisible field with the self as the center. All positive random probabilities (good luck) within the field are attracted and aggregated toward the self.
Any negative random probabilities (bad luck) encountered by the self are transferred to other random units within the field to bear.
【Destiny Plunder】: When a long-term, stable social relationship is established with a specific target, the target's significant opportunities will be passively transferred to the self in a logical manner.
【Dominator】: Continuously emits weak mental fluctuations. The rational judgment, risk assessment, and independent decision-making of affected targets are suppressed and interfered with. The targets' mental activities will gravitate toward the Dominator's framework of thought.
Yue Shi's three eyes stared at Zhang Songyun without blinking.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
These three abilities were all passive effects.
【Luck Deflection】 allowed him to constantly absorb others' good luck and evade his own bad luck just by existing; he was essentially a living black hole of luck.
【Destiny Plunder】 specifically targeted those close to him for a steady, undetectable harvest of their fortunes.
【Dominator】 was even more insidious, impossible to guard against as it subtly and imperceptibly interfered with the cognition of those around him, making them easier to control and exploit.
A single one of these abilities might not be top-tier, but the combination of the three possessed extremely high concealment and growth potential.
Especially when in a group, it was a subtle, lethal knife that never failed. No wonder Bai Wanyang had been ruined so thoroughly.
Whoever got close to Zhang Songyun was doomed to be unlucky.
He was the ultimate NPD specimen!
Yue Shi's interest in Zhang Songyun rose to a new level.
This wasn't just interfering with destiny to a certain extent.
Everything around him was made to benefit himself.
“Good stuff.”
“This item is destined for me.”
Zhang Songyun was terrified at first, but seeing that Yue Shi didn't seem to have the immediate intention to kill him, his courage returned slightly.
He tried to speak, hoping to win him over with reason and secure a chance at survival.
But just then, the sound of a phone vibrating came from Yue Shi's direction.
The vertical eye on Yue Shi's forehead closed. With an expressionless face, he reached into his pocket and pulled out an old phone.
It was Bai Wanyang calling.
The words Zhang Songyun was about to say were forced back down his throat.
Yue Shi pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear.
A slightly anxious voice came through the receiver.
“Brother, I've been thrown out of Amber City, and I can't get back.”
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