Weird, my gaming life

Lin Yuan appeared in front of the two in an instant with almost unimaginable speed. Before the two could exclaim in surprise, Lin Yuan instantly activated his Enchanting Demon Eyes to bewitch their minds.

"Tell me, where is the entrance to the black market!"

The two, who were being bewitched, gradually became dull and lifeless in their eyes.

"It's in the business center not far away. Turn left from here, then turn right..."

Having ascertained the directions, Lin Yuan did not linger. He could inquire about other information at any time, but the issue of his identity was urgent, and staying even a minute longer risked being exposed again.

After quickly knocking out the two men, Lin Yuan changed direction and disappeared from the scene at an extremely fast speed.

Now, every step he takes pulls at the wound on his right shoulder, causing the bones in his right shoulder to constantly groan in protest.

Although his innate true energy is healing these injuries, such severe injuries mean that even Lin Yuan, now at the Innate Realm, cannot fully recover in a short time.

If only I could enter a dream now, digest the previous source points, and push the Crimson Sun Jade Child Skill to a new level.

As Lin Yuan ran, he couldn't help but reminisce about his game interface.

However, he was not in the Ghost Realm now, and he could not fall asleep immediately. He had to solve the problem of his identity first, otherwise, given what he had just done, he would be running around again in no time. So he could not stop.

The direction the two cleaners pointed out wasn't far from here, which clearly showed that the so-called black market knew how to target specific groups of people and who would need its products.

Lin Yuan adjusted his breathing, and the true energy of the Crimson Sun Cold Jade Technique flowed slowly through his body, gradually repairing the damaged body and dispelling fatigue.

As he ran, Lin Yuan quietly observed his surroundings.

Everything in the central district was orderly: hurried pedestrians, automated patrol robots, and even the garbage trucks' routes were so precise it was as if they had been measured with a ruler.

In such a place, any behavior that deviates from the group will be immediately magnified.

He was like ink dropped into clear water, so conspicuous that even he himself felt uneasy.

Time passed second by second, and Lin Yuan, like the most experienced hunter, precisely avoided all risks of exposing himself.

Finally, behind a bustling commercial street, he found the entrance the two cleaners had mentioned. It was an inconspicuous alleyway where people would walk in every few minutes.

The people were dressed in various ways, from white-collar workers in suits to scavengers in tattered clothes, but they all had one thing in common—a wary and anxious look in their eyes that seemed out of place with their surroundings.

Moreover, it only takes in and doesn't give out.

Without hesitation, Lin Yuan pulled the hood of his tattered clothes down even lower and mingled behind two workers who had just finished get off work, limping into the alley.

The alley is short, and at the end is an ordinary wall.

But Lin Yuan's powerful senses allowed him to clearly perceive faint energy fluctuations and jumbled voices behind the wall.

The two workers in front of him walked up to the wall and tapped an inconspicuous brick on it three times in a peculiar rhythm.

The wall slid silently inward, revealing a downward staircase leading to a completely different atmosphere of noise and darkness.

Lin Yuan memorized that rhythm.

Once no one was around, he stepped forward and knocked on the brick in the same way.

The door opened.

A murky stench of alcohol, cheap perfume, sweat, and some kind of energy mineral wafted towards me.

Lin Yuan went inside, and the wall behind him quietly closed.

The scene before him made him feel as if he had returned to the downtown area.

No, it's even more chaotic here than in the downtown area.

The narrow passageway was crowded with all sorts of stalls. Some were selling dismantled cybernetic bodies, others were peddling potions of unknown origin, and still others were carrying cages containing mutated creatures that emitted eerie cries.

Everyone uses their own methods to hide their true nature.

Lin Yuan concealed himself in the crowd, dodging the malicious gazes while searching for his target.

Soon, in a corner deep inside the market, he saw a shop with a sign that read "Prosthetic Body Repair and Implantation".

The shop was small, and inside sat a middle-aged man wearing a monocle, wiping a scalpel.

Half of his face was metallic, and one electronic eye flashed a cold red light.

People around him seemed to be wary of him, and no one dared to approach him.

It must be him.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath and walked over.

"Get out of here, brat, this is not a place for you."

The middle-aged man didn't even raise his head; his voice was as cold as his scalpel.

"I need an identity chip," Lin Yuan said in a hoarse and direct voice.

The middle-aged man stopped wiping.

He looked up, and the electronic eye scanned Lin Yuan from head to toe, as if performing a CT scan.

"Blank stock? Do you know how much that costs?" A sneer curled at the corner of his mouth. "You couldn't even afford a single part if you were sold off."

Lin Yuan remained silent.

He stretched out his left hand and slowly opened it.

A wisp of icy blue cold air condensed in his palm, without leaking out at all, but instead transformed into a crystal-clear butterfly, which danced gracefully on his hand.

Immediately afterward, with a thought, a crimson-gold light surged from his palm, instantly turning the ice-blue butterfly golden and radiating a scorching aura.

Two completely opposite energies were perfectly integrated and transformed under his control, without the slightest conflict.

The "doctor's" intact eye suddenly widened, and the red light in the electronic eye began to flash intensely.

"What kind of power is this?" he murmured, the mockery on his face vanishing without a trace, replaced by a fanatical mix of greed and shock.

He had seen demon tamers and awakened members of aristocratic families, but he had never seen a power that did not belong to the demonic realm.

It was as if it came from another dimension, mysterious and powerful, without that repulsive, cold, and evil aura.

"Do you have money?" The doctor's voice became somewhat hoarse.

"No," Lin Yuan replied.

"So what do you want to exchange it for?"

"My life," Lin Yuan said calmly, looking at him. "I think this mysterious ability deserves an identity."

The doctor laughed, but his laughter was dry and unpleasant.

"Your life? Kid, in the black market, life is the cheapest thing."

He paused, then his electronic eyes flashed even faster. "However, your strange power does have some value. If we could study it thoroughly, perhaps..."

He stood up, walked up to Lin Yuan, and looked down at him.

"I happen to have a small problem here. If your abilities can help me solve it, I can offer you a new identity."

The doctor's gaze paused. He wasn't sure if Lin Yuan could succeed, but he was certain that the power in Lin Yuan's hands could subtly suppress the strange phenomena, because he was also a C-level Ghost Master.

"What trouble!"

Lin Yuan asked, his eyes gleaming.

"A customer's custom-made eerie energy core has malfunctioned; the energy circuit is disordered and could erupt at any time, triggering an eerie transformation. None of my instruments can repair it without triggering the eerie mechanisms he has sealed off."

He pointed to a fist-sized black heart on the workbench, enveloped in an energy shield, that was flickering irregularly.

"I can sense that your strange power can suppress it, so use your power to try and quiet down the eerie atmosphere inside so I can complete the final connection. If you succeed, in addition to giving you a blank identity, I'll also give you a high-level treatment as a bonus."

"What if we fail?" Lin Yuan asked.

"We failed," the doctor grinned, revealing a mouthful of metal teeth. "We were both swallowed by the monster."

Lin Yuan did not ask any further questions.

He walked to the workbench and looked at the restless "psychic core".

He could sense that familiar, cold, and eerie power within.

"Let's begin."