The Reversal of Heaven Begins with The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

Lin Mu thought to himself, "As expected," but showed no sign of it on his face.

He stepped forward slowly, his gaze sweeping over the uniquely shaped lock. He didn't take out any tools, but simply extended his right index finger and pressed it lightly on the intricate keyhole.

The next moment, a vast and intangible spiritual force emanated from his fingertips, precisely probing into the lock cylinder. As if possessing its own consciousness, it began to analyze and manipulate the tiny and intricate mechanisms within.

"Click...click..."

A very subtle sound of springs turning came from inside the lock cylinder, as if countless tiny parts were being precisely manipulated and put back into place by an invisible hand.

Fan Xian held his breath, staring intently at the lock, his heart pounding faster than usual.

However, just as the lock cylinder was about to be completely cracked by telekinesis and the box lid was about to be opened...

A dark figure sped in, appearing in the room like a sudden gust of wind.

A chilling, pure, lifeless, and emotionless killing intent instantly spread out, locking onto Lin Mu, who was using his abilities, as if it were a tangible thing!

The newcomer was dressed in ordinary black clothes and looked like a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. His eyes were covered with a black cloth, and he held an ordinary-looking iron rod in his hand.

Fan Xian knew him all too well—it was none other than his Uncle Wu Zhu!

"Put down the box."

Wu Zhu's voice was cold and steady, without any emotional fluctuations, yet it carried an undeniable sense of resolute determination.

The iron rod in his hand, like a venomous snake that had been lying in wait, swiftly pierced towards Lin Mu's wrist, which was lightly pressing the lock!

This strike was simple, direct, and efficient, with extreme speed and an incredibly tricky angle. The power it contained far surpassed that of an ordinary ninth-rank expert, and was even more formidable than that of a grandmaster.

Fan Xian's heart leaped into his throat, and he exclaimed in shock, "Five..."

Before the words were even out of his mouth, Wu Zhu had already appeared in front of Lin Mu, and the iron rod containing terrifying power was about to pierce Lin Mu's wrist.

But Lin Mu remained in the same posture, simply raising his left hand casually, extending his index and middle fingers, and gently pinching forward.

"Ding!"

A soft, clear, and melodious sound, like the gentle chime of a jade chime.

The sharp, lightning-fast iron rod was firmly held between Lin Mu's two fingers, less than three inches from his wrist, and remained completely still.

All the fierce attacks and immense power vanished under this clamp, as if they had never existed.

Wu Zhu's forward momentum faltered slightly, as if he was surprised that such a powerful blow, capable of seriously injuring a Grandmaster, had been so easily parried, a feeling stemming from his programmed instincts.

[Ding! You have encountered the lucky character 'Wu Zhu', triggering the side quest: The Mystery of the Temple.]

[Mission Requirements: Within one year, assist Wu Zhu in exploring and clearing the temple.]

[Task Reward: Randomly selected.]

Lin Mu did not look at Wu Zhu, as if the dangerous attack just now was just a gentle breeze.

He subtly twitched his right fingertip again, precisely channeling his immense mental power.

"Click."

A clearer click of a mechanism rang out, and the peculiar lock that had been troubling Fan Xian opened!

Only then did Lin Mu slowly release his grip on the iron rod, calmly turning his gaze to Wu Zhu, who remained in an attacking stance as if facing a formidable enemy, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Mr. Wu Zhu, there's no need to be nervous."

"If I truly harbored ill intentions, Fan Xian would already be a corpse by now."

"I am here only at Fan Xian's request to help him open this box and see what kind of gifts and truth Ye Qingmei left behind."

Wu Zhu silently "looked" at Lin Mu, then at the already opened box on the table, and finally turned his "gaze" to Fan Xian, who was extremely anxious and hesitant to speak.

He seemed to be performing rapid analysis and calculations in a very short time, assessing the current situation and the level of threat.

Fan Xian quickly stepped forward and stood between the two, explaining urgently, "Uncle Wuzhu, this is Brother Lin Mu, my friend."

"He told me many stories about my mother's past; he was a friend, not an enemy!"

Wu Zhu's icy killing intent slowly subsided, but he remained absolutely vigilant.

He said nothing more, but silently retracted the iron rod, took a step back, and seemed to blend into the shadows of the room, as if he had never been there.

But both Fan Xian and Lin Mu could clearly feel that his "eyes" were still silently "watching" everything, especially Lin Mu's every move.

Fan Xian took a deep breath, trying to calm his excited and nervous feelings. With extremely complicated emotions, he reached out with trembling hands and slowly lifted the lid of the box that had been sealed for more than ten years.

·· ···Requesting flowers· ·······

The contents of the box were finally revealed to the three of them without reservation.

At the top is a strangely shaped, flat device with a tiny screen and a keyboard covered with unfamiliar symbols (English letters and numbers).

Upon seeing these objects that far exceeded the understanding of the times, Fan Xian's last trace of doubt finally vanished, replaced by a sense of absurd and bizarre confirmation.

"This world... is indeed more absurd than I imagined."

Fan Xian muttered to himself, gave a bitter laugh, and looked at Lin Mu: "Brother Lin, since you know everything, do you know what the password is?"

Lin Mu nodded and gave the answer: "Just use the Wubi input method and type in the name 'Wuzhu'."

"Uncle Wuzhu's name?"

Fan Xian subconsciously glanced at Wu Zhu in the shadows and couldn't help but joke with a mix of emotions, "Uncle, I really suspect now that there might be some secret between you and my mother that no one knows about."

Wu Zhu remained silent, like a statue.

Following the instructions, Fan Xian typed Wu Zhu's name on the miniature keyboard.

"Om..."

With a slight click, the lid came off completely, revealing the three-layer internal structure.

On the first floor, a huge, disassembled gun part lay quietly, its cold metallic luster radiating a sense of industrial power.

..... ..... 0

The extra-long barrel clearly bore the English inscription: "M82A1".

Wu Zhu stepped forward, picked up the heavy gun barrel, and ran his fingers over the cold metal, a rare hint of "doubt" appearing on his face: "This metal is excellent, far surpassing the smelting techniques of this world. But I wonder what method was used to shape it like this... What use does Miss have for leaving this behind?"

"For killing."

Fan Xian's voice carried a hint of solemnity and memories of his past life.

Although he was not a military enthusiast, he was well aware of the terrifying power of the Barrett M82A1 anti-materiel sniper rifle.

With specialized ammunition, taking lives from a kilometer away and penetrating walls and armor is not difficult at all.

He carefully stroked the cold, intricate parts, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welling up inside him.

This means that from this moment on, he has the ability to kill anyone from miles away without worrying about being discovered.

[I wonder if it would be equally effective against that mysterious and unpredictable Grandmaster?]

He thought to himself.

Because his memories had been formatted by the temple, Wu Zhu had lost his original memories and didn't know the purpose of the Barrett. He asked in confusion, "Killing? This thing has no blade. Do you know how to use it?"

“I know, Uncle. It’s an extremely special weapon, incredibly powerful, capable of sniping targets from a kilometer away.”

As Fan Xian explained, he carefully put the gun barrel back in its place and, with excitement and curiosity, opened the second layer.

Inside lay a letter, the envelope bearing the familiar handwriting that read "To Wu Zhu".

Upon seeing these words, Fan Xian felt a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

It turns out that the box she had treasured and hidden away was not originally meant for her...

He forced a smile and handed the letter to Wu Zhu: "Uncle Wu Zhu, this letter is from your mother."

Wu Zhu did not reach out to take it, but said coldly, "Miss asked me to see it, but the ultimate purpose was to tell you. You can open it and see."

Fan Xian glanced at Lin Mu, and seeing that the other party had no objection, he took a deep breath, opened the letter, and read it aloud word by word.

The letter mainly contained Ye Qingmei's instructions and concerns for Wu Zhu, as well as some of her own feelings and past experiences.

Next, Fan Xian opened the third layer.

There is another, even thicker letter here, which contains the "truth about the world" that Ye Qingmei knows.

In addition, there were some well-preserved medicines and three sniper rifle bullets.

[Ding! Side quest: 'Open the box' has been completed. Reward: Black God Set!]

[The Black God Set: Originating from the world of *Swallowed Star*, it was created from the ruins of Ancient Civilization No. 9 deep within the Amazon rainforest on Earth. Crafted using special materials and technology, it possesses extremely high defensive capabilities and adaptive adaptability, making it the strongest single-unit protective gear for consuming Earth.]

[Should I collect it immediately?] (A few.)

Chapter 77: The Black God Set

Upon hearing the system notification, Lin Mu was secretly delighted and silently said "Claim".

In an instant, light flowed within the system space, and a set of sleek armor with a dark luster quietly appeared.

It's the Black God Set, known as "invincible below planetary level"!

This thing has an astonishing defensive capability; even in the world of Swallowing the Stars, it is difficult for a king-level monster to tear it apart.

It can reduce the power of attacks below the planetary level by 90%.

Even more mysteriously, it can automatically penetrate the skin, absorb the host's blood, and eventually fit perfectly with the owner's body, covering the whole body like a second skin. Not only can it freely change shape at will, but it can also hide under the epidermis, making it difficult for ordinary people to detect.

With this, I dare to take even Wu Zhu's laser eyes head-on.

Lin Mu was thrilled.

However, with Fan Xian and Wu Zhu still by his side, he couldn't immediately put on the "850" uniform.

Lin Mu then regained his composure and said in a relaxed tone, "The box has been opened. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now."

He had just turned to leave when, as if suddenly remembering something, he paused, turned back to look at Fan Xian, and a playful smile appeared on his lips:

"Oh, right, there are two pieces of news about you, one good and one bad. Which one would you like to hear first?"

Fan Xian looked at his smile and had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he still said, "Listen to the good news first."

"The good news is that the 'chicken leg girl' you fell in love with at first sight in the Qing Temple is none other than Lin Wan'er, the fiancée whom Emperor Qing has betrothed to you."

As soon as Lin Mu finished speaking, Fan Xian's eyes lit up with surprise.

On his first day in Kyoto, he happened to meet that lively girl holding a chicken leg at the Keikoku Shrine, and he could never forget her after just one glance.

She was initially resistant to this sudden marriage, but little did she know that fate had already laid the groundwork.

This is truly fantastic news!

Fan Xian quickly pressed on, "And the bad news?"

Lin Mu chuckled softly, but his tone carried a hint of mockery: "The bad news is that Lin Wan'er is your sister, a cousin, within three generations, making her a close relative."

These words struck Fan Xian like a bolt from the blue, leaving him frozen in place.

The joy I felt just moments ago shattered instantly, replaced by absurdity and coldness.

Lovers end up as siblings?!

"……Do not."

Fan Xian's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, feeling dizzy and utterly hopeless.

Why does God always seem to play tricks on him?

I finally felt a spark, only to lose so completely.

It ended before it even began.

Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is howling, the world is a vast expanse of white...

Lin Mu hummed a little tune, his figure flashing like a ghost, and in a few steps he had already floated out of the Fan family mansion gate.

Fan Xian was left alone, heartbroken and speechless under the moon, tears streaming down his face.

It was an unknown amount of time before Fan Xian finally managed to detach himself from this absurd blow.

Although he was heartbroken, he was ultimately resilient and did not succumb to despair.

He asked in a low voice, "Uncle Wuzhu, has he left?"

"gone."

Wu Zhu's voice remained calm and unwavering.