The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 527 Next Stop! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

One minute later.

Five kilometers south of Tingen, in the countryside, Klein stood blankly in the cold wind, holding a small box in his hand.

"No, then take me back!"

Looking at the desolate scenery around him, a look of utter despair crossed his face.

"Awooooo~"

A few barks of wild dogs could be heard in the darkness.

Klein's heart tightened immediately; the 'diviner' had no combat ability whatsoever.

Although he carried a brass revolver with him, it was hard to say how effective it would be given his limited marksmanship, which he had only practiced for a few days.

"No, I have to get out of here as soon as possible!"

Klein sensed danger and immediately strode away with his long legs, heading quickly toward the city lights in the distance.

An hour later, he finally returned to the city.

"It's safe!"

Klein breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't imagine what kind of expressions Old Neil and the others would have at his memorial service if he really were bitten to death by wild dogs.

A Sequence 9 Beyonder who died in the mouth of a wild dog should be nailed to the pillar of shame in the history of Beyonders, right?
The thought of this possibility made Klein mutter another curse about Mr. 'Power' to himself.

At the same time, I also gained a clear understanding of the personality of this time-traveling predecessor.

'That guy must have done it on purpose, right?'

Thinking back to when Mr. 'Power' had acted all respectful above the gray fog, Klein's forehead creased with exasperation.

Once inside the city, things became much easier. He took a double-decker carriage at night and, after several transfers, finally returned to his home at No. 2 Narcissus Street.

It was already past midnight!
Exhausted, Klein didn't even have the energy to wash up. He collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep as soon as he got back to his room.

I slept straight through until the next morning.

As soon as he woke up, Klein felt sticky and uncomfortable all over.

Last night I walked briskly in the countryside for an hour, and I didn't shower before bed, so the oil secreted by my body mixed with the dust.

After taking a shower, Klein finally took the time before going to work to examine the gift that Mr. 'Power' had given him.

A delicate little wooden box.

Last night in the countryside, Mr. 'Power' handed him the box and left quickly.

Klein didn't even have time to ask whether Mr. 'Power' was actually Emperor Rosell, nor did he have time to check what was in the box.

"An extraordinary item? Or something else?"

Filled with curiosity, Klein opened the small box.

A pulsating, blood-red ball of flesh appeared before him.

Is that still-pulsating ball of flesh alive?

Klein had some suspicion that this was the body tissue of some extraordinary creature.

Why would Mr. 'Strength' give him such a gift?
Ta da~

Klein tapped his teeth twice, activating his spiritual vision. The crimson fleshy mass immediately changed in his field of vision.

energy!

Scorching energy!
A surge of life energy as scorching as a volcano!

This is not some blood-red fleshy ball at all; it is clearly a core that has condensed a large amount of life energy.

Moreover, another terrifying power is hidden inside this core!

It looks like an extraordinary item.

Judging solely from the energy it contains, this extraordinary item is far more powerful than the amulet he bought on the underground market.

After shutting down his spiritual vision, Klein looked at the blood-red fleshy ball in the box and suddenly reached out and picked it up.

Just then, the blood-red fleshy ball that had been perfectly normal suddenly merged into his palm.

"not good!"

Klein suddenly woke up, realizing what he had done.

A surge of intense heat was spreading upwards along his arm, and the muscles were becoming incredibly strong wherever the energy flowed.

The scorching energy was rapidly spreading throughout his body—arms, shoulders, chest, and abdomen.

His physical strength was increasing dramatically, but this unknown power was not what he wanted.

"Stop! Stop right there!"

Despite Klein's strong resistance, four small black dots appeared on the back of his hand.

This is the mark that appeared when he first entered the Source Castle.

After four small black dots appeared, the scorching energy within Klein's body immediately began to subside and quickly disappeared completely from his body.

Meanwhile, above the gray fog, in front of the bronze chair belonging to Mr. 'The Fool'.

A pulsating, blood-red ball of flesh suddenly appeared on the table.

Immediately afterwards, Klein's consciousness also appeared here.

"Things from reality were brought above the gray fog?"

Klein was astonished as he looked at the blood-red fleshy ball that had appeared on the bronze table. How did they do that?
At the same time, a message was transmitted to his mind by the Source Castle.

[The Seed of Titans: Nurturing it with spiritual energy grants the power of a Titan, allowing one to transform into one and possess powerful regenerative abilities under sunlight.]

"Transform into a giant? What kind of ability is that?"

After processing the information in his mind, Klein finally understood the value of the gift.

It's like having an extra extraordinary ability!

Klein was somewhat intrigued: "If Source Castle hasn't detected any problems, then it should be safe, right?"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out in the open countryside, more than ten kilometers away from the city of Tingen.

The steel bullet, as thick as a finger, was propelled by the force generated by the extremely compressed steam jet, and flew towards the target a kilometer away.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Several fist-sized craters were instantly punched into the two-meter-high rock target.

If this power were to hit a person, it could instantly turn them into a pile of minced meat.

"That's the power of firearms!"

Mu Sheng was very satisfied with the power of the high-pressure steam rifle.

After quickly reloading the bullets, aim at the target and continue firing.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of high-pressure steam being ejected is no less than the noise produced by gunpowder explosion.

While having a great time, Mu Sheng suddenly sensed something and turned to look in the direction of Tingen City.

Just now, the giant seed he split off and gave to Klein lost contact.

"Our Mr. Fool is really cautious!"

Mu Sheng chuckled, not paying much attention to Klein's choice.

He can refuse now because he hasn't encountered any danger yet. Once he's trapped in the dead end created by the writers of the sealed artifact 0-08, will he still be able to resist using it?
One of the great advantages of being familiar with the plot is that Mu Sheng doesn't have to do anything. He just needs to prepare the bait in advance and then wait for the fish to take the bait.

"Bang! Bang! Bang bang!"

Another burst of gunfire followed, until all the bullets were fired. Mu Sheng finally stopped, looking somewhat unsatisfied. "The range and power are quite good, but it's a bit too cumbersome."

Mu Sheng removed the metal steam tank from his back and casually tossed it on the ground with a 'thud'.

This single box weighs several tens of kilograms.

"There are no major technical hurdles with bullets, and steam can be replaced by the power of giants; it's just that firearms manufacturing requires the support of an industrial base."

"How about finding a few high-sequence individuals through the 'General Knowledge' pathway?"

"Both a Sequence 6 mechanical expert and a Sequence 4 alchemist can solve this problem."

Mu Sheng was determined to create a better steam gun himself. After thinking about it for a while, he felt that this method was the simplest.

"It's decided then! For the Sequence 6 potion ingredients, we'll choose the 'Mechanical Expert's' extraordinary properties!"

With a wave of his hand, Mu Sheng put the high-pressure steam rifle on the ground into his refining space, and his body blurred as he traveled towards Tinggen City.

In just a few breaths, his figure appeared in a deserted corner.

Emerging from the shadows of the corner, a bustling street came into view for Musheng.

"Come on, come on, freshly fried meat sausages, only 3 pence each!"

"Grilled small fish, eel soup with ginger beer!"

"Fruit freshly picked from a farm outside the city—cheap and fresh!"

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On the streets, various mobile vendors shouted loudly to attract customers, and people would occasionally stop to inquire, but most people just hurried past.

The stench and fragrance in the air are mixed together, which is extremely challenging for one's sense of smell.

Mu Sheng skillfully manipulated a wisp of spiritual energy to create a filter screen in his nasal cavity.

"Five sausages, please."

Mu Sheng stopped in front of a vendor's stall, took out 1 soule and 3 pence and handed them over.

Upon receiving the money, the vendor immediately smiled happily, packed the sausages neatly, and handed them to him with both hands.

Mu Sheng took the paper bag, pulled out a sausage, and continued strolling down the street while eating it.

As he passed by the food stalls, Mu Sheng quickly accumulated many bags filled with food in his hands.

Several filthy, hungry children had somehow followed behind them.

The setting of the mysterious world is similar to that of 19th-century Western European countries, where technological advancements have not benefited the most impoverished people.

On the contrary, the emergence of industrial machinery caused a large number of ordinary people at the bottom of society to lose their job opportunities.

While nobles could spend hundreds of pounds on a single meal, some people couldn't even afford black bread.

"Damn capitalism!"

As he walked to a corner, Mu Sheng stopped and distributed the remaining food to the seven or eight children who had been following him.

"Eat here, don't take it away!"

This little bit of food is worthless to Musheng, but it's not something these hungry children can hold onto.

If they are allowed to take the food away, these hungry children may not only go hungry, but also be beaten again.

When survival itself becomes a struggle, the evil of those at the very bottom of society is unimaginable to ordinary people.

"Thank you, sir!"

"Thank you, Your Excellency!"

Several ragged, emaciated children immediately bowed with delight and gratitude, then wolfed down the food.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

Mu Sheng gently comforted them, then pulled out a few cups of water from behind his back and handed them to the children.

He also infused them with a trace of life energy to regulate the children's bodies.

Eating so well suddenly after a long period of hunger can make a person sick.

The children felt a warmth spread through their bodies, making them feel much more comfortable, though they attributed this to being full.

They had no idea how much they had benefited.

This trace of life energy seemed insignificant to Mu Sheng, but for these children, it could continuously improve their bodies.

"Let's leave the third seed in Tingen too!"

Looking at the few skinny children in front of him, Mu Sheng made a decision in his heart.

The semi-finished Sequence 7 'Giant Bishop' can only differentiate into three seeds.

The first one was left in Constance, while the remaining two were originally intended to be deployed in Tingen and Backlund respectively.

He gave one of the pills to Klein on a whim.

However, due to the existence of the Source Castle, this giant seed is unlikely to be able to transform Klein into his familiar.

Moreover, as the protagonist of the mysterious world, Klein's path does not align with Mu Sheng's goal of differentiating the giant seeds.

Mu Sheng gave the Giant Seed to Klein, but his real purpose was to obtain the Source Castle, one of the 'Nine Source Principles'.

After watching the children finish their food, Mu Sheng turned around and prepared to leave.

"Sir, do you need a servant?"

A somewhat timid, childish voice rang out behind Mu Sheng.

A boy who was about twelve or thirteen years old, but only as tall as a normal eight or nine-year-old.

Mu Sheng had a vague recollection of this boy; he was the leader of this group of homeless children.

"Why?" Mu Sheng asked, somewhat curious.

"Because you are a good person!"

Mu Sheng never expected to receive a "friend zone" card.

"Good people? Just because I gave you food?"

"No, it's because you're different from other people. I can't put my finger on how, but you're just different!"

The boy spoke earnestly, his face full of determination.

Mu Sheng sensed the boy's seriousness and admired his courage, but it was a pity that he didn't need a servant.

However, although he did not need servants, he could reward the boy in another way.

Anyway, he was going to find someone to bestow the seed of giants upon him, so why couldn't it be the boy in front of him?

As for whether the boy is too young, and whether the Seed of Giants can play its due role in his hands.
What does that matter?

It's just a giant's seed. For ordinary people, it's an opportunity to change their fate, but for Mu Sheng, it's not that important.

“Servants? I don’t need any, but as a reward for your courage, I’ve decided to give you a gift!”

As he spoke, Mu Sheng extended a finger and tapped the boy's forehead firmly.

The boy's pupils dilated instantly, and he stood frozen in place.

Mu Sheng smiled and turned to leave.

Hopefully, this boy can bring him a surprise!

After differentiating the last seed, Mu Sheng planned to leave Tinggen City.

The extraordinary beings in this city are too low-ranking. Even in the several churches of true gods, the strongest among them is only Rank 7.

Musheng's target is Backlund, the capital of the Kingdom of Rune.

There are not only more Sequence 7s there, but also Sequence 6s, Sequence 5s, and even Sequence 4s where demigods exist.

“A Sequence 5 Extraordinary can satisfy my needs for three sequences, so why should I keep eyeing Sequence 7?”

"Backlund, I've come."

(End of this chapter)