With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

That night.

The night lights of Hong Kong Island are dazzling, and the sea breeze gently blows through the narrow alleyways.

"0047, confirm location?"

[Host, your uncle's family lives in that converted boat house about fifty meters ahead.]

Jiang Zhiyu stopped and turned her gaze to the dilapidated wooden shack. A heated argument was coming from inside. It seemed the poison she'd used last time was too weak; these people were truly resilient.

"Jiang Jingshu! What's wrong with your system?!" Uncle Jiang Bonian slammed his fist on the table, making the teacups jump.

"What did you tell me? You promised us a life of luxury, and what happened? We sold all our possessions and came to Hong Kong on your advice, and now we've lost everything! Even the dowry Jiang Zhiyu gave us is gone!"

"Dad, I really don't know..." Jiang Jingshu's voice trembled with tears. She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on the system mark on her left hand. "The system... the system seems to still be there, but I can't connect..."

"What do you mean by 'it's still there but can't connect'?!"

Jiang Bonian was furious. "Can you even use it? Or is there no system at all? After all, we've never seen it, and it's all based on your word and that so-called mark."

"It's true, it's true, Dad, I'm not lying to you, I... I can sense it." Jiang Jingshu raised her head, her eyes filled with anxiety.

"I can feel the system is there, but no matter how much I call out to it internally, it ignores me..."

"Useless!" Liu Guihua shrieked. "We spent so much money smuggling her here, hoping she'd amount to something, and you can't even handle a system! Tell me, what good is a piece of trash like you? Where did our family's treasure go?!"

"I...I don't know..."

"Don't know my ass!" Jiang Chengze kicked over the chair next to him. "Jiang Jingshu, you weren't hiding it on purpose, were you?"

"Brother, I didn't!" Jiang Jingshu cried anxiously, tears streaming down her face. "I really don't know..."

Jiang Zhiyu stood outside the door, listening to the argument inside, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes.

[Host, a faint trace of system energy has been detected within the original host Jiang Jingshu's body. She can still sense the system's presence, but cannot connect.] 0047's voice echoed in her mind.

The original host is attempting to forcibly connect to the system; the host may suffer a backlash.

"Backlash?" Jiang Zhiyu chuckled lightly. "Want a backlash? With her?"

She kicked the door open.

With a loud bang, the four people inside the room turned around abruptly. The dim light bulb flickered, illuminating their terrified faces.

"Jiang Zhiyu?!" Liu Guihua screamed, "Are you a human or a ghost? You're not dead?!"

Jiang Jingshu felt the system's energy increasing and was about to call out again when she saw the person approaching. Her eyes blazed with resentment.

"Jiang Zhiyu, is that you? You bitch—you stole my system, otherwise how could you have survived? It must be you, it must be you, I'm going to kill you!"

As he spoke, he lunged at Jiang Zhiyu.

"Yours?" Jiang Zhiyu slammed the door shut, shutting out the outside noise. Her voice was cold and devoid of warmth. "What do you mean, 'your'? I don't know anything about that."

He kicked Jiang Jingshu to the ground. He then rubbed his foot as if it had gotten dirty.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Bonian grabbed a wooden stick and swung it at her, his face contorted with rage: "You little bitch, you dare come here! Today I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your parents!"

The wooden stick came whistling through the air, accompanied by a fierce wind.

Jiang Zhiyu stood still, her eyes calm as if she were not nervous at all.

The stick stopped three inches from her forehead. It wouldn't move an inch further.

Jiang Bonian was stunned. He felt as if his hand was being gripped tightly by an invisible force, unable to move. He tried desperately to exert force, but the force only tightened, and his bones cracked.

"What... what kind of sorcery is this..." His voice trembled, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Sorcery?" Jiang Zhiyu chuckled, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes. "If you call it sorcery, then it is sorcery!"

She raised her left hand and made a loose clenching motion.

boom!

Jiang Bonian was flung away by an invisible force and crashed heavily into the wall. Before he could even scream, he collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth and his eyes glazed over.

"Old Jiang!" Liu Guihua screamed and rushed forward, but was blocked by an invisible barrier and couldn't get through. "What did you do to him?"

"It's just to shut him up." Jiang Zhiyu looked at Liu Guihua and flicked her right hand lightly.

A wisp of pale purple poisonous mist instantly dissipated, almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

Liu Guihua was still staring at her husband in terror when she suddenly felt a tickle in her throat. She wanted to speak, but no sound came out. She clutched her own neck with one hand, her face immediately turning blue, and she collapsed to the ground, pointing at Jiang Zhiyu with her other finger, her eyes filled with terror.

"This is the life you owed her, and I'll take it for her," Jiang Zhiyu said indifferently. "In Hong Kong, who cares if there are a few fewer illegal immigrants? Just like when she died silently in the sea, who cared?" As she spoke, she looked at Jiang Jingshu and Jiang Chengze.

"Aren't you right?"

The brother and sister slumped to the ground, trembling all over, with Jiang Jingshu clutching her left wrist.

Jiang Zhiyu walked up to them, squatted down, and looked Jiang Jingshu in the eye. "Cousin, what do you think the mark on your wrist is?"

"I...I don't know..." Jiang Jingshu's voice trembled, "It just...it just came into my body on its own..."

"That's parasite." Jiang Zhiyu extended her slender finger and gently touched Jiang Jingshu's forehead. "Moreover, it's a failed parasite. Let me help you get rid of it, okay?"

Jiang Jingshu's pupils contracted sharply. She felt a cold power surge into her forehead and quickly spread throughout her body. The faint system energy was forcibly drawn away, and the mark on her wrist slowly faded until it disappeared completely.

"No—!" She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. She stared at Jiang Zhiyu with terror, anger, and despair.

"What, you're not convinced?" Jiang Zhiyu's voice was cold. "You can't even handle the way you pushed her into the sea back then? You see, the wrench only hurts when it hits you, right, cousin? Right now, you're no different from an ordinary person. In fact, you're even worse than an ordinary person."

Jiang Chengze watched from the side, trembling with fear, and scrambled backward, crying, "No...don't kill me...I don't know anything..."

"Since you all know what you shouldn't know, you have no reason to exist." Jiang Zhiyu stood up, her fingertips twitching slightly, and a thick wisp of purple poisonous mist quietly spread out, enveloping the entire room.

The four gradually lost consciousness, unable to move, yet still retaining a sliver of awareness. They tried to struggle, to call for help, but couldn't even twitch a finger. The despair of watching death approach, unable to even utter a final scream, was more devastating than death itself.

Jiang Zhiyu stood at the door, coldly watching them.

"She felt the same way you do now when she was pushed into the sea. Do you understand?" She opened the door and went out. Taking a deep breath, the night breeze was cool, and Jiang Zhiyu felt a lightness all over her body. Was it just her imagination?

[Host, all vital signs detected inside the room have completely disappeared. The remaining traces of system energy within the original host, Jiang Jingshu, have been completely eliminated, eliminating any possibility of backlash.]

"Very good." A hint of relief flashed across Jiang Zhiyu's eyes. She then used her wood-type ability to catalyze the plant vines in the house, making them look like they had collapsed naturally due to years of neglect.

Jiang Zhiyu turned and disappeared into the night, her figure quickly vanishing from the streets of the port city.