Dragon Raja's Number One Player

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nice one!

Lin Zhiying's gaze remained fixed on the knife, and he was even somewhat reluctant to look away.

Unlike the Peacekeeper, although it doesn't have an "instant kill" mechanism, its simplicity actually highlights its versatility.

It can be used in daily battles without any negative effects.

Moreover, it can even be used as a ranged weapon, combined with "Snake" for reconnaissance and "Monarch Flame" for increased damage. Its power may not be inferior to the Alchemy Bullet!

This also allowed Lin Zhiying to make up for one of his shortcomings.

As for the name, its current state has absolutely nothing to do with "Muramasa" himself, so it must be changed.

Lin Zhiying thought for a moment and decided to go with the knife based on its most prominent feature.

Let's call it "Shattered Star".

"【Muramasa】will soon be renamed to 【Shattered Star】, and will not be able to be changed again afterward. Do you confirm?"

Okay, it's for my own use anyway, so I don't care what name I choose.

The biggest surprise after the initial surprise was the last attribute of [Shattered Star], "Glory Bonus".

In his previous life, Lin Zhiying heard that some powerful equipment had this attribute, which could provide additional bonuses based on the quality of the owner.

It's mostly about "justice," "courage," and "kindness," which I didn't expect [Shattered Star] to have as well.

Lin Zhiying put the [Shattered Star] into her backpack, having temporarily dealt with the rewards. Since time in the game kept ticking away, she didn't want to delay any longer and prepared to enter the game.

Of the three options, he didn't have any compelling reason to return to City A, so he eliminated the first option.

That leaves only options two and three.

After a brief hesitation, he chose option three. According to the normal procedure, option two would involve too many NPCs and there might not be any high-value targets.

Option three is more stable, as you can meet Lu Mingfei and Finger at the train station.

As he made his choice, his body returned to the world. Lin Zhiying looked around and found himself in a taxi, his clothes now transformed into the uniform of Kassel College.

This is probably a clever little design to prevent unexpected occurrences.

"Don't forget your backpack, sir."

Before getting off the bus, the driver greeted me warmly.

Fortunately, it seems I don't need to pay, Lin Zhiying thought.

The building in the distance is the Chicago train station. The road surface is fairly clean, though there are quite a few cracks. However, there is a smell in the air that I don't have in China.

There was a pile of dark objects lying at the entrance of the train station; I didn't know what they were.

"God bless you!"

As he walked into the train station, something suddenly reached out and touched his shoe.

Lin Zhiying looked down and realized that the messy objects around her were actually a person.

He was a Black man who looked very old, with gray hair and wearing tattered clothes.

His body was in a strange posture. Lin Zhiying looked closely and found that his lower body was missing. Both legs seemed to be gone, the right sleeve of his clothes looked empty, and even his left hand only had three fingers.

"Get out of here! You filthy thing."

A black security guard carrying a thick baton came out when he saw this, and he could see the badge on Lin Zhiying's school uniform from a distance.

He didn't know what it meant, but he had seen people wearing badges entering and leaving various high-end places more than once, so they must be rich and powerful.

"Excuse me, sir, not all of our facilities are like this."

The Black security guard spoke in slightly accented English.

"Someone come quick and move him away!"

The Black security guard shouted behind him.

A moment later, a security guard who looked Latino and another Black man came out.

The two men, one on each side, roughly lifted the elderly Black homeless man and carried him toward a nearby trash can.

"Go easy on me."

Lin Zhiying spoke out of the most primal empathy.

He walked up to the homeless black man and silently put down 100 game coins, only to find that the man's eyes were an eerie grayish-white, as if he were suffering from insomnia.

The old black man seemed to sense something and looked up at him, his cloudy eyes seeming to be trying to catch something.

Lin Zhiying also slipped some money to the security guards.

"Thank you, sir. Anyway, there are plenty of homeless people around here, one more won't make a difference."

"By the way, sir, my name is Paul."

The security captain introduced himself and then chatted idly.

Are there many homeless people among them?

"It's alright, these guys are like rats in the ground, they pop up every now and then."

"However, the city government has recently issued a policy to drive them away, and has even installed nails on benches in some parts of the park."

Paul said this with a hint of pride on his face.

Although he is also Black, he is different from the homeless. He is a contributor to society, paying taxes as someone who creates value, while these people are lazy parasites.

Paul was happy to talk to this seemingly important person a bit more, in case he gained his favor and could get a job as a security guard at his house, where his salary would increase several times over.

After all, the wages at the train station are low, the work is tiring, and you face danger at all times.

What Lin Zhiying saw and heard made him feel uneasy. He didn't want to stay there any longer. Just as he turned around and walked to the entrance of the train station, he suddenly heard a loud "bang" behind him.

The ground and walls shook slightly a few times.

How could this be? Have the dragons attacked?

The people around and Lin Zhiying were all drawn to the sound coming from the doorway.

As he approached, he saw a motorcycle crashed into the brick wall outside the train station. The front and half of the motorcycle were deformed and embedded in the wall, and one of the tires had flown to the side.

The motorcycle carried three white people, two men and one woman, who all looked quite young.

Moreover, because white people tend to look more mature, he looks sixteen or seventeen years old now, but his actual age is probably younger.

The worst-hit boy is now lying on the ground, unconscious.

The remaining boy had obvious leg deformities.

The little girl, sitting in the middle, suffered the least injury. However, on her arm, which was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, a long, bloody gash was worn across the road, so bloody that the white bone underneath was visible.

"Damn it, why does this have to happen again!"

Paul complained to his other colleagues.

Should I call an ambulance for you?

Lin Zhiying asked out of kindness.

"Don't do it by yourself, I'll call my friend over."

After saying that, the remaining boy stood there, holding the phone, making call after call with his face twitching from time to time.

However, either the call didn't connect, or after hearing him say a few words, he hung up.

"Damn it! There's no one I can rely on right now."

The girl beside him was clearly getting worse as she lost blood.

Lin Zhiying couldn't bear to watch any longer. Although she respected other people's fates, she still couldn't bear to see such a life die in front of her.

He took out gauze from his schoolbag and walked over to the little girl.

"It might hurt a lot next, so I hope you can bear with it."

After a simple disinfection, I took out a bottle of life-saving medicine and dripped it on.

The flesh and blood in the areas where the medicine was applied became much clearer, and the little girl felt a warm current flow into her body.

"Oh my god, it really doesn't hurt anymore! What kind of medicine is this?"

The little girl asked in surprise, but she quickly realized her lapse in composure.

"The mysterious power of the East."

Lin Zhiying said with a smile.

Since I was almost at the academy anyway, and I was afraid of being exposed because of this, I handed over the rest of the drinks.

The person on the ground was having a weaker and weaker heartbeat; whether he could survive was up to fate.

As for why he didn't take him to the hospital, Lin Zhiying suddenly realized after hearing the little boy's words that he had almost done something wrong with good intentions.

Suddenly, Lin Zhiying felt as if someone was watching her.

He turned his head and made eye contact with the black homeless man next to him. Looking into his white, empty eyes, Lin Zhiying realized that he was blind.

"You will be lucky."

The Black homeless man said to him.

No, after taking only a few steps, Lin Zhiying slowly walked out again, and the black man had just spoken genuine Chinese!

He realized something and slowly and carefully examined the place where the car had crashed.

A moment later, the problem was discovered.

The location where the car accident occurred is the same place where the homeless Black man was previously located.

In other words, if the homeless man hadn't been driven away by the security guards, given the horrific circumstances at the scene, he would most likely have met with a grim fate.

So, this guy might have done it on purpose?

Lin Zhiying looked the black homeless man up and down. His other hand was holding a teacup, and there seemed to be nothing unusual about it.

Lin Zhiying moved her feet, but instead of entering the station, she headed towards the coffee shop across the street.

This guy's behavior reminded him of a rumor from his previous life.

He wanted to verify it.

Anyway, according to the original plot, it will take some time for the vehicle to enter, so let's just let him wait.

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I've finished updating a bit, but it's quite long, so I won't cut the chapters. That's roughly the gist of it.

I tried to describe it in more detail.