Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 193 We've run into the line of fire!
Actually.

The feeling of eating a piece of zombie meat isn't that exaggerated.

This is not real zombie flesh.

It's just a piece of meat that's been sitting around for a long time; to exaggerate, it's called zombie meat.

Even if an ordinary person with a physical condition that is not as superhuman as Chen Baiyu's and who has such a strong resistance to poison ate it, they would not experience nauseous spasms or burning pain.

If anyone is curious.

What did it feel like for Chen Baiyu to eat a piece of zombie meat that had been frozen for at least seven or eight years?

All he could say was that it was difficult to evaluate.

Because after washing the broccoli and pork and cutting them into small pieces, they are then put into a pot and cooked into a dish using skilled stir-frying techniques.

Judging by appearance alone.

It's absolutely no different from normal meals.

At least with Chen Baiyu's keen observation skills, it would be difficult for him to discern anything different beneath that thick, dark sauce.

Or even if you could see it, it would only be a slight difference, nothing at all, to the point that an ordinary person would overlook.

They smell about the same.

The aroma of soy sauce, the caramelized fragrance of cooking wine, the spiciness of Sichuan peppercorns, and the caramelized aroma of the meat imparted by the high-temperature oil intertwine to create the rich and complex flavor that a home-style stir-fry should have.

The meat flavor was a bit weak.

However, this does not affect the various aromas and flavors produced by other seasonings.

therefore.

The only difference in this dish is how it tastes.

When the first piece of meat was put into my mouth, my teeth broke through the slightly dark outer shell.

The initial taste is normal, with the salty and savory flavors from the oil and seasonings taking center stage.

But almost instantly.

The subtle difference emerged like a venomous snake.

The meat itself had an unusually bland taste.

It doesn't taste like meat; rather, it's a state of being completely killed by prolonged freezing.

Time, like a greedy glutton, has long since drained away all the memories of "life," "juice," and "sweetness" contained within.

The texture when chewed is even more subtle.

It is neither mushy nor chewy.

It has a loose, dry feel, as if you are not chewing a piece of animal protein, but a piece of rotten wood that has long been broken down and crumbled by the internal structure of oil.

all in all.

This is the smell of decay.

Chen Baiyu doesn't have pica, so naturally she doesn't like eating this stuff.

But the problem is that this concerns the mission.

Then that's a different story.

If placed in an urban fantasy novel, it would be a very simple principle: if you don't work hard in your cultivation, you'll end up as brothers in the Myriad Souls Banner.

If they don't take it seriously and figure out the situation, they'll be recruited into the principal's Ten Thousand Soul Banner as a special student of soul cultivation.

The same applies in real life.

If an extraordinary opportunity were presented to me, I wouldn't care about conspiracy theories or being a slave to a system; I'd take Cthulhu's power first.

At worst, we can just do another round of SAN value testing.

If a person dies, a bird will look up to the sky, and he will not die for tens of thousands of years.

With this mindset.

Around noon, Chen Baiyu calmly finished the entire plate of food, though her heart was far from at peace.

This level of "contamination" is clearly not enough to cause severe physiological discomfort in his body, which has been tempered by repeated "taste martyrdoms" and has a toxicity resistance of up to 30%.

Unfortunately, it's Tuesday noon now.

It was a weekday.

Aunt Zhang Yiyu next door is at work, and her son is at school.

So there was no way to pull over Xiao Jiang, who was staying at school for lunch, to share this food like we did last time with beef offal soup.

That makes it less fun.

Think so.

He then chose to lie down.

next moment.

The system's voice rang out promptly.

【drop! 】

[The Trial of the God of Blasphemy IV has been completed!]

[Task Evaluation: Hehehehe! Mortal! Your courage is astonishing! You actually managed to devour the remains of the 'Zombie King - Flesh and Blood Overlord' and the rotten crown of the 'Swamp Devourer'! Did that lingering, deathly echo remind you of the long-forgotten lament of endless winter and the corrupt swamp? I am deeply pleased! This courage and folly are truly breathtaking! Remember this stench of decay; it will be the prelude to your battle against deeper filth!]

[Task Reward: 300 Experience Points Issued!]

[Title [Scholar] activated! Bonus experience points: 100 (33% bonus this time)!]

Total experience points gained: 400!

[Title [Martyr of Taste] successfully upgraded! (Lv.3→Lv.4)]

[Upgrade Effect: Poison resistance increased from 30% to 40%, plus slight resistance to decay]

[Resistance to Decay: Possesses an extremely weak natural resistance to the conceptual characteristics of decay, such as erosion, decay, and corruption. Effects include, but are not limited to: a slight reduction in the physiological aversion to stale food (not an alteration of taste), a slight slowing of the body's natural aging process, and a minor resistance to the effects of time magic.]

[System Note: "Appreciation" is not about enjoyment, but a form of asceticism—using oneself as a vessel to analyze, embrace, and ultimately conquer the forces of corruption. May you walk firmly through the winds of decay!]

After reading the system description.

Chen Baiyu sat up abruptly.

I've ended my period of mind-free contemplation while lying on the sofa basking in the sun.

The reward for this mission was very interesting and particularly noteworthy.

Putting aside the 300+100 quest experience reward, the new decay resistance that comes with upgrading the title is quite unique and hard to ignore.

Ordinary people cannot escape the corrosive effects of time and are ultimately destined to decay.

But he seemed different.

The threat that time could leave on him was somewhat mitigated by this resistance to decay, even if it was only a very small reduction.

Although I feel I might not need it for the time being.

But Chen Baiyu was still excited about it.

After all, this is resistance to time.

It sounds quite high-end.

In any worldview involving power levels, time-related laws and abilities firmly occupy the very top of the pyramid.

The saying goes, "Space is king, time is supreme."

It has been passed down orally through countless books and fantasies, and it is by no means a fabrication.

Because these two represent almost absolute mechanisms, they can, in a sense, manipulate most people who only have numbers.

Even if what he has obtained now is only the most insignificant trace of "resistance to decay", it is still a groundbreaking first step.

Even at his current level, all he can do is barely put on a thin, almost negligible protective layer against the erosion of time.

But its significance is immense.

This confirms that the power granted by the system has the potential to allow him to truly access the attribute of time.

Although I had anticipated this day when I acquired many causal abilities, I am still gratified and shocked by the confirmation.

While thinking.

Chen Baiyu's finger unconsciously tapped in the air.

It felt as if I were touching an invisible barrier.

Although I didn't encounter anything.

But he still pursed his lips and smiled. He didn't need to immediately possess such heaven-defying abilities as time stopping or time reversal.

That's too far-fetched and unrealistic.

He didn't actually have any need for it.

In fact, he was thinking more practically: could the resistance to decay continue to improve?
If it could be improved, to what extent could it be improved?

With extraordinary wisdom.

Whether it's wise or not, it's absolutely astonishing.

Chen Baiyu almost instantly imagined things to a very, very far-reaching extent, and suddenly thought of everything that might happen if this resistance to decay could grow infinitely.

His breathing became slightly rapid.

Because he realized that if this resistance to decay could grow, it would not be a manipulation of time itself, but a denial, resistance, and transcendence of the most essential decaying power brought by time!

That is a kind of pursuit that does not seek to dominate the river of time.

However, it strives to maintain an absolute defensive posture, ensuring that its small boat remains eternally pristine and brand new despite the relentless erosion of time!
Think of this.

Chen Baiyu immediately retracted her overly exaggerated idea.

He then turned his attention to the most crucial question.

If the decay trait can continue to grow, then how should it grow?

Reflecting on everything he had experienced, he quickly came to a conclusion.

That means continuing with the Trials of the God of Blasphemy questline.

Each completed mission will invariably increase the level of the "Taste Martyr" title, thereby increasing its inherent poison resistance effect.

Today, resistance to decay is also categorized under the title of taste martyr.

So, as the title of "Taste Martyr" is upgraded, its resistance to decay should also increase.

Realize this.

Chen Baiyu immediately realized that he was on a one-way street to pica.

This gave him a moment of clarity, but then darkness fell upon him again.

Who knows what other crazy things the Trial of the God of Blasphemy quest might pull next?

Think so.

Feeling both good and bad, Chen Baiyu suddenly looked out the window in a certain direction as if she had a premonition.

His intuition told him there was something there.

So he closed his eyes, focused his mind, and listened intently, giving full play to his hearing.

I was so focused at that moment.

Even the nascent form of the Yang God had half detached from the physical body, sitting cross-legged above it in a serious posture, exactly the same as when Chen Baiyu was deeply meditating.

Followed by.

Chen Baiyu heard a lot.

At first, it was a noisy torrent.

He heard the sharp chirping of crickets in the green belt downstairs, he heard the whooshing of cars speeding by on the street in the distance, he heard the rhythmic hum of the air conditioner units in the building, he heard the gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the old locust tree in front of the window...

This information is normally filtered out by the brain as background noise.

At this moment, as if magnified and focused by a magnifying glass, the extremely unscientific yet incredibly clear thoughts flooded into his mind.

But he understands.

These are not the sounds that intuition cares about.

In reality, they were all just insignificant background noises.

Chen Baiyu needs to ignore them.

To accurately capture the specific information you want from a sea of ​​complex data.

Fortunately, this was not difficult for him.

Thanks to the mental strength honed through visualization techniques and the powerful information processing capabilities resulting from these attributes, his brain has become a highly efficient processor.

Even if it can't compare to the computing power of technology.

It has already surpassed all of humanity.

If you were to play Go, imitating a low-spec version of AlphaGo would be no problem at all, enough to make everyone question their existence.

therefore.

It only took a fraction of a second.

Chen Baiyu then quickly sifted through and filtered this massive amount of meaningless audio.

The noise then subsided.

Among the many sounds, several footsteps and conversations coming from the sidewalk not far downstairs were precisely identified.

He noticed two suspicious people.

Their stride frequency and the force of their footsteps were both furtive.

More importantly.

After the two people quietly moved to a corner, one of them deliberately lowered his voice and began speaking into the phone:
"Don't worry, boss, the address is correct. The personal information you got through those connections is fine."

"Yes, we saw him go home earlier, and we've been squatting downstairs for half a day discussing our script. We're just waiting for him to come out so we can try to interview him."

"Understood. If we can't get an interview, we'll try another method."

"I know, it's nothing more than the relentless paparazzi tactics of stalking and staking out. Boss, you taught me those, I'm already a pro."

"At least we should be able to get some candid photos of his daily life, enough for our newspaper to ride the wave of his current Ultimate Life account."

The two deliberately hid in a corner to make a phone call.

Others passing by wouldn't notice what the two were doing, let alone hear what they were saying in hushed tones.

But Chen Baiyu heard it clearly.

A tabloid owner? Information obtained through shady channels? Riding the wave of a trending topic? A paparazzi? Staking out?

The moment these keywords were captured.

The countless pieces of information immediately came together, allowing Chen Baiyu to understand something.

His tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the nascent form of the Yang God in mid-air abruptly returned to his brow.

this moment.

His eyes held a coldness tinged with offense.

He can accept being watched after becoming famous, but only in a public setting.

This does not mean that he can accept the invasion of his private life by paparazzi and obsessive fans, who constantly point cameras and binoculars directly at his home.

It's like being watched like a monkey.

You can't help but feel annoyed.

So, with the complex emotions of having just digested the zombie meat, his emotions were immediately ignited.

"Well, you've run into the line of fire."

Chen Baiyu said this.

The next moment, he moved.

He didn't head towards the door, clearly not intending to go down the stairwell to meet the two face-to-face.

Instead, he suddenly spun around on the sofa to change his orientation, and then lightly tapped the ground with his feet to exert force.

He instantly transformed into a nimble cheetah, leaping towards the open window in the living room!
There was no hesitation whatsoever in this process.

There were no ropes or cushioning devices.

He relies solely on his superhuman reflexes, his precise control over distance and body, and the strength and resilience brought by the greatly enhanced physical attributes after reaching level 9!
Silent and swift as thunder.

In an instant, it dropped to almost the height of the ground.

The whole process was as swift as a phantom, let alone those two scheming guys downstairs.

Even if someone across the street is staring at you, you can only rub your eyes and think it's your imagination.

Moreover, given Chen Baiyu's understanding of the surrounding environment, he was certain that his descent and route selection would not be detected by anyone or by surveillance cameras.

(End of this chapter)