Survival in an apartment, starting with a stroke of luck on a plane

As Lin Yu clearly called out the true name of the sky god "Aethros", the entire basement seemed to be paused, and then struck hard by an invisible giant hammer!

"Buzz—!!!"

The space trembled violently, and the air emitted a low rumble.

The three ancient stone sculptures, especially the statue of the old man with his hands piously raised, suddenly burst forth with a dazzling, star-like silver-white light.

The feather of the Iron-Clawed Bald Vulture (Male) that Lin Yu held in his hand instantly became the center of the storm.

A dazzling azure light burst forth from within the feather, instantly illuminating the entire dimly lit basement as if it were daytime.

A storm-like force, imbued with the power of law, suddenly descended.

The air in the entire basement seemed to solidify into heavy blocks of lead.

"It's done!" Lin Yu was overjoyed. It seemed that his previous guess about the shadow clone was correct. These two priest-like statues could indeed replace the clergy as guides.

However, this vast divine power was not directly poured into Lin Yu, nor was it condensed into any kind of object.

The sacred aura enveloping the eagle's feathers suddenly separated from the cocoon of light and hovered less than a meter in front of Lin Yu.

This stream of light emanated a chilling power, and it seemed to be... waiting for something.

A clear thought appeared deep within Lin Yu's mind:

"The bearer, the chosen vessel, receives the blessings of the gods of storms and law."

Container? Weapon!

Lin Yu instantly understood.

Based on previous intelligence and speculation, this blessing does not directly strengthen oneself, but rather requires choosing a weapon as a vessel and transforming it into a divinely blessed weapon with sacred power.

Which weapon should he choose? Lin Yu's mind raced.

The Demon Sword? That sounds good; after all, it's the highest-level weapon he currently possesses.

However, Lin Yu's gaze soon involuntarily fell on the pair of jet-black Yan Shuangying pistols at his waist.

It seems... it's not bad either.

This gun is extremely special, stemming from its own talent, and its level is also very strange. It's a Black# level that Lin Yu has never heard of from other players, which makes Lin Yu hesitant to enhance it.

He was afraid that the game system would swallow it up, since the process of obtaining the talent of the otherworldly gift was not very normal, and he was worried that the system would find out that it was some kind of bug.

However, as he used his talent more often, Lin Yu was no longer so worried. He even considered upgrading the gun when he returned this time to see how it went.

But it seems there are better ways to enhance it now.

"Let's take a gamble!" Lin Yu thought for a moment and decided to give it a try.

He took out Yan Shuangying's twin pistols from his waist and gripped them tightly in his hands.

"That's it." Lin Yu shouted in his heart to the hovering divine power, while raising his twin pistols high to meet the silvery stream of light.

As if sensing the chosen vessel, the suspended torrent of silvery-white divine power, as if finding an outlet, surged into the twin guns in Lin Yu's hands.

boom!

The silvery light instantly engulfed the two guns completely. Lin Yu felt an overwhelming force travel from the guns to his arm, almost blowing him away.

He quickly steadied himself.

Divine power, like liquid starlight, surged wildly into the pitch-black gun barrel.

Soon, fine, mysterious silver patterns began to appear on the surface of the twin pistols. The pistols trembled slightly and emitted a deep hum, as if adapting to this new and supreme power.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly.

However, a sudden change occurred!

Just as the divine power infusion reached a certain critical point, the silvery-white divine power that had been flowing in normally suddenly became extremely violent and... resistant.

Lin Yu felt the two guns in his hands trembling violently, as if the silver divine power was constantly surging within them.

"Buzz—!"

Suddenly, the vibration of the two guns intensified, emitting a sharp, ear-piercing sound, like metal twisting and grinding.

The silvery divine power suddenly froze, and then, as if it had a life of its own, it began to struggle and twist violently, trying to escape from the twin guns.

Streaks of silvery light emanated from the gun, darting about in the air like startled fish, trying to return to the gradually dimming feathers of the eagle.

"What's going on?" Lin Yu frowned.

His worst fears actually came true: the otherworldly equipment he had acquired through his talent seemed to have a problem, as divine power was unwilling to attach itself to it.

Just as the silvery divine power was about to break free of its restraints and dissipate back into the world, it was about to disappear.

Just then.

Inside Yan Shuangying's twin pistols, within their dark, cold barrels, something seemed to awaken...

An indescribable, unusual feeling emanated from deep within the gun.

The mysterious silver patterns that had just appeared on the gun instantly lit up with a dark red light, like blood vessels coming back to life.

"Buzz—"

A powerful suction force suddenly erupted from inside the twin guns.

The silvery divine power that originally wanted to escape was instantly seized by this suction force!

"Sizzle—!"

It was as if the sound of cloth being forcibly torn echoed in the spiritual realm.

The sacred, silvery-white divine power let out a mournful cry of resentment as it was forcibly dragged and violently pulled into the shafts of the pair of jet-black pistols.

The whole process was as fast as lightning. One second he was resisting and trying to escape with divine power, and the next second he was swallowed up by the dual guns.

The light suddenly disappeared.

The luminous cocoon of the eagle's feathers dimmed completely, turning into ashes and scattering away.

The silvery-white light on the surface of the three stone sculptures was instantly extinguished, replaced by a deathly grayness. The surface of the sculptures was covered with dense, spiderweb-like cracks, as if they were about to collapse completely at any moment.

The basement fell into darkness again, with only Lin Yu's rapid breathing remaining.

The [Yan Shuangying's Twin Pistols] in his hands... seemed unchanged? They were still the same as before.

However, before Lin Yu could check the status of his dual pistols, a noticeably gentler notification sounded in his mind:

[An unpredictable, unknown rule-level change has been detected in the player's dual pistols equipped with Yan Shuangying.]

This equipment poses uncontrollable risks and must be recalled!

Lin Yu: "???"

He was completely dumbfounded! Recycling?! What the hell was going on?! His dual pistols... had been confiscated by the system?!

No! That voice was clearly not the system's voice. Lin Yu had heard the system's prompts several times before, and he knew very well that the system's voice would never be that gentle!