Those who reincarnate must die.

People who enjoy smoking cigars usually appreciate the slow and deliberate process. It's common for them to smoke a single cigar for an hour, and it's normal for them to smoke it intermittently for several hours or even a whole day...

But Zhang Lang didn't have time to savor it. He simply used it as a pain reliever and stress reliever. Relying on his superhuman lung capacity, he puffed on the cigar like a cigarette, filling his lungs with a thick smoke that would make an ordinary person faint. Before long, the large cigarette was reduced to a pile of ash. (Google search reading)

Looking at Zhang Lang's right hand, it had fully healed, and apart from the skin being somewhat fair and delicate, it looked exactly the same as his left hand...

"Almost there..." Having fully healed, Zhang Lang stretched his body, his joints cracking, and gathered up his lost weapons. As for the equipment dropped by the reincarnators he had killed, he didn't take it. He knew those things were only useful in this world; he couldn't take them with him...

At that moment, the side door of the hall opened, and a timid figure peeked out—it was the little princess who had been locked in the chair earlier.

Zhang Lang frowned. He had sent the princess away before the battle began, but he hadn't expected her to dare to return.

The princess scanned the hall and saw Jason's corpse. Her face lit up with joy, and she rushed into the hall to Zhang Lang: "You really did it? You killed that monster?"

"At least I wasn't killed..." Zhang Lang sighed, turned his head, and said to the void, "Alright, send me on my way..."

"You're leaving?" The princess was slightly taken aback, then suddenly knelt down with a thud: "Hero, brave warrior, please stay here..."

Zhang Lang frowned. The princess pleaded, "Our country has been ravaged by those evil demons and is now in chaos. My father and mother have also passed away... We need a true hero to lead the country out of this crisis... I am now the only heir to the royal family, but I don't believe I will be a successful queen..." As she spoke, a blush crept onto the princess's face. "If you don't mind, I can help you become the next king..."

"This is your country!" Zhang Lang interrupted her. "I'm only responsible for eliminating the culprits; as for the mess that's left, you'll have to clean it up yourself..."

"But..." the princess tried to dissuade him, but Zhang Lang's tone grew increasingly resolute: "Quickly, take me away!"

The words had barely left his lips when a black flame suddenly erupted from his body, engulfing him in mere seconds. He vanished into thin air, leaving the princess kneeling there, her eyes glazed, a look of utter astonishment on her face. Her memories of Zhang Lang and the reincarnated beings began to shift…

Black flames burned, and Zhang Lang appeared in a dimly lit small room.

The room was only about ten square meters, with walls on all four sides and a door in the ceiling. A ladder was placed under the door, suggesting it was a basement. The room was sparsely furnished, containing only a table and chairs, a bed, and a shelf made of long planks nailed to the wall, on which were placed some pots, pans, and other household items. On the other side, a single, flat plank was laid against the wall, with nails nailed in to hang several sets of clothes, giving it a classical Eastern feel.

The room had no lights; only some dim sunlight filtered through the gaps in the skylight above, preventing it from being completely dark.

Zhang Lang's chef's uniform was gone; he was practically naked now. It seemed that, like his weapons, he couldn't bring the uniform back here.

He picked up a towel and wiped the blood off his body, picked out a set of loose-fitting clothes to put on, and then said to the air, "How many points did I get this time?"

"A total of 420 points!" That cheeky voice echoed in his mind. "Adding the 860 points I accumulated before, that's a total of 1280 points, enough for one reward draw!"

"Okay!" Zhang Lang nodded. "Let's begin!"

A strange, incoherent noise filled his mind, followed by a screen of light visible only to him, displaying the following words:

Reward Type: Blood Enhancement

Reward Name: Iron Bones

Rarity: Rare

Enhancement effects: Significantly increases bone density, bone toughness, and cartilage joint strength, making them more robust and less prone to damage. Correspondingly, bone weight will also increase.

Note: Our goal is no fractures!!

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Zhang Lang nodded and said, "Good luck!" before accepting the offer.

Then, he felt an unbearable tingling and itching sensation throughout his body, which made him curl up and twitch for a while before finally calming down.

When he got up and moved around again, he could feel that his body was slightly heavier than before, which must be because the weight of his bones had indeed increased!

However, Zhang Lang didn't pay much attention to it. He tried moving around a bit and then pulled open the wooden board where the clothes were hung.

Behind the wooden planks was another compartment filled with various easily stored foods, as well as several large vats covered with wooden boards, containing clean drinking water.

Zhang Lang took out several large pieces of dried meat, carried them on his shoulder, closed the wooden door, climbed the ladder, pushed open the door, and climbed out of the basement.

Above the basement is a spacious hall, with a staircase leading upstairs, suggesting there should be a second floor.

The decor on this floor was antique, but many pieces of furniture had been obviously modified. Some were wrapped with barbed wire, some had crossbows with bows and arrows on them, and there were tripwires on the ground. In other places, large nets hung from the ceiling, all of which seemed to be connected to some kind of mechanism. Even the ground was covered with caltrops, so Zhang Lang had to walk carefully for fear of getting hurt.

In short, no matter how you look at it, the layout of this floor is not designed for comfort; it's more like a haunted house filled with torture instruments and traps...

On the wall of the room was a huge weapon rack, displaying flintlock muskets and rifles, crossbows, ammunition, swords, spears, ropes, and other weapons and equipment... This seemed somewhat incongruous, as the room was clearly riddled with traps, obviously designed to prevent intrusion. Yet, for some reason, the weapons were displayed so openly and conspicuously.

Zhang Lang carried the dried meat, carefully avoiding various traps, and climbed the stairs to the second floor.

As his footsteps sounded, some whimpering and footsteps came from upstairs. They didn't sound human, but rather like some kind of pet, though clearly not a small cat or dog...

Upon reaching the second floor, the area was almost entirely cleared out, with only a massive iron cage standing in the center, inside which was a terrifying monster.

The monster crawled on all fours, its body resembling a tiger, but with the head of a velociraptor. Its neck had a lion-like mane, while the rest of its body was covered in reptile-like scales. Two rows of bony spikes that could open and close extended from its shoulders to its rear end, followed by two long, thin tails that forked into two. These tails swayed slowly as it paced back and forth, and even a casual lash against the bars of the iron cage produced a terrifying sound, demonstrating its horrifying power.

The monster became excited when it saw Zhang Lang, and moved closer to the cage, banging its head against the bars. Zhang Lang took the jerky off his shoulder and tossed it into the cage from half a meter away.

Upon seeing the food, the monster immediately lowered its head and began to tear and gnaw at it, eating with relish.

Seeing the monster enjoying its meal, Zhang Lang finally dared to approach, slowly reaching his hand into the cage to gently stroke the monster's mane, a tender expression on his face.

"Xiaoya..."

The monster was quite well-behaved at first, but suddenly, for some reason, it turned around and pounced on Zhang Lang!

Zhang Lang quickly withdrew his hand and stepped back, causing the monster to crash headfirst into the bars, making the entire cage rattle and shake. Zhang Lang's right hand was also scratched by its claws, leaving a wound more than ten centimeters long from which blood gushed out.

Zhang Lang didn't care about such a minor injury at all. With his abilities, such a superficial wound would heal in seconds, even if left untreated. He was only concerned about the monster in the cage: "Xiaoya, is it not to your liking? Brother will go find you some fresh meat right away..."

With that, he left the second floor and returned to the first floor. Carefully avoiding various traps, he went to the wall, selected a heavy crossbow, a bag of bolts, a bundle of rope, and a machete from the shelf, went around to the entrance, pushed open the door, and went out...

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