High School Student with Immortal Race System

Dozens of meters away, Yang Shen pretended to haggle with the woman at the vegetable stall, but in reality, he was controlling his Sun Worms, keeping an eye on the fish stall behind him.

His plan was simple: if an opportunity arose, he would make a move on the "Rebel Species."

If not, he would call the cops and screw them over anyway.

Of course, if the police solved the problem, it basically meant the "Exotic Treasure" would be out of Yang Shen’s reach. The cops weren’t about to hand over anything they found to him.

But as far as Yang Shen was concerned: ’It doesn’t matter if I get it. What’s important is that *you* don’t.’

Of course, that was all assuming he confirmed he truly had no chance, like if he found twenty-something Liu Yuankuis holding a meeting inside.

That was why he’d secretly sent in a "Sun Worm."

Noticing Yang Shen was distracted, the vegetable seller’s eyes darted slyly as she bagged the lettuce. "Seven-point-six jin. That’ll be 15 kuai."

Yang Shen, his attention split, turned his head and glanced at the slender lettuce stems in the bag... ’Seven-point-six jin?’

’Why don’t you tell me it was a natural birth, too?’

’Believe it or not, I could call the cops on you, too!’

Busy controlling the Sun Worm in his mind, Yang Shen was in no mood to argue. He paid with a cold sneer.

Although the Sun Worm had been Nurtured with Spiritual Power for a month, insects weren’t very intelligent to begin with, so it could only send back simple sensations.

It couldn’t process or distinguish anything too complex, but it could handle things related to biological instinct, like "hungry," "danger," or "something with Spiritual Qi."

If he had mastered the Beast Taming legacy from the Hundred Skills of Cultivation, he might have been able to share its sight and hearing, but for now, Yang Shen could only rely on cruder methods.

The Sun Worm wasn’t his camera; at best, it was a little sentry.

A moronic one at that.

So when the Sun Worm sent back the message "Dead," Yang Shen froze for a second.

’Who died?’

He turned to look, only to see a hooded figure walking briskly out of the fish stall. The owner was nowhere in sight.

Yang Shen frowned slightly and formed another Finger Technique. Another "Sun Worm" flew out of his backpack, using the dim market lighting and the high, seven-or-eight-meter ceiling for cover as it followed the hooded figure.

Meanwhile, Yang Shen himself ambled toward the fish stall, pretending to be just another shopper browsing.

But as he passed by, he kept his head straight and darted his eyes toward the shop’s interior.

Visually, nothing seemed different, but the faint traces of Spiritual Qi he had detected earlier were now completely gone.

The position of the Exotic Treasure in his system began to shift; it seemed to be on the person in the hoodie.

Yang Shen hesitated briefly before recalling the Sun Worm that was inside, choosing not to enter the fish stall himself.

’He was a cultist, why should I care... If I leave any traces, I might get targeted by the "Rebel Species."’

’It’s not like I was going to save you, anyway.’

Unhurried, like a customer who had finished his shopping, Yang Shen started in the direction the hooded figure had gone, scrolling on his phone as he walked.

Behind him, the increasingly faint sound of tapping on a cover from the underground fish pool was drowned out by the market’s clamor.

Then, it fell completely silent.

Outside, in one of the fish tanks, the plastic sign for the "Backstroking Bighead Carp" tilted slightly.

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Black Rope hurried along, periodically glancing up at the telephone poles and walls.

He was avoiding the cameras.

He had arrived on the surface of this world just over a week ago. But as a family spy, trained for over a decade and sent on a mission crucial to his race’s survival, he possessed a high level of alertness and an incredible ability to learn.

In his own world, he was the elite of the elite.

He was quickly familiarizing himself with this world, trying to understand its rules and observing how everyone dressed and presented themselves.

Though he hadn’t yet learned the language of this world, he could get by with a few simple sounds.

For example, "Hey!" or "Oh!"

Touching the Curiosity on his chest, Black Rope’s expression turned savage. Hatred clung to him like a sickness in his bones.

His kinsmen, all the experts and elites who had come with him, were nearly all dead.

He came from a brutal world that teetered on the brink of extinction. Death wasn’t frightening; in fact, he was always prepared for it.

But he could not accept his kinsmen dying for nothing!

Tricked and killed by those insect-users thousands of miles from home, they had failed to bring back a single shred of intelligence... And now he, too, had lost all means of contacting his family. The distance was simply too great...

He had become a lone wolf, thousands of miles from home... no, abandoned in another world.

Now, all he wanted was revenge...

Even the object he now carried had been retrieved from the deep seas of this world by an allied family, at a great cost of countless lives.

And now, following a trail only those from his world could perceive, he had taken it back.

This was the beginning of his revenge!

As the sky grew darker, Black Rope continued to evade cameras, making his way back to his hiding spot: the space beneath a bridge.

He had been hiding here for the past few days, trying to quell the turmoil in his heart. When he was hungry, he used a Secret Technique to catch fish from the river. His clothes were stolen.

Occasionally, from the shadows of the bridge, he would gaze at the ships passing on the river and the prosperous neon glow in the distance.

Everything told him that this place was completely different from his own world... It was a prosperous and peaceful place.

The population was immense and thriving. Children didn’t have to fight to the death just to reach adulthood; they often filled the streets with laughter like silver bells on their way home from school.

Clean fresh water, more precious than blood in his homeland, flowed freely across the land here, unheeded and in immeasurable quantities...

The water was teeming with fish, yet few seemed to care about this precious food source. There were only some fishermen who used it to pass the time.

And they weren’t even good at it.

’What a beautiful world...’

Black Rope wasn’t stupid. After realizing the vastness and vibrant life of the Cyan Blue Planet, he knew his world didn’t actually need to invade and occupy it... nor did they have the power to.

He often saw old men in the park tossing stone bollards around like balls. This world was full of hidden masters; a great many people possessed strange powers.

The entire population of Black Rope’s world was probably smaller than that of a single city in this one.

’Maybe... if they had just adopted a better attitude, they could have secured a small place to live?’

’Even if it meant suffering some injustice, even if it meant groveling... for a people on the brink of extinction, nothing was unbearable.’

But for now, he had no time for such realizations.

He couldn’t contact his family. Right now, all he wanted was revenge!

Head bowed, Black Rope entered the space under the bridge and reined in his thoughts. He was about to get some rest before beginning the next stage of his revenge late at night.

Just then, the searchlight of a passing ship swept by, and a round, black shadow appeared on the wall.

Black Rope jolted, whipping his head around to see a beetle hovering in mid-air...

His eyes immediately turned vicious.

In the distance, Yang Shen rubbed his temples. The Sun Worm was fast and quiet, but its intelligence was still pathetic.

’It’s like it needs a spotlight to announce its entrance.’

Black Rope immediately clapped his hands together. A black, sharp arrow shot out from his body, striking the Sun Worm with the CLANG of metal on metal. The Sun Worm wasn’t destroyed, but it was sent flying, about to fall into the water and drown.

Yang Shen had no choice but to reveal himself, leaping up to catch it. This was the one he’d given the Special Feed; it was his toughest and strongest, but it still couldn’t swim.

He wore a face mask, concealing his features, and had already taken off his school uniform jacket, so he wasn’t too worried.

After landing, Yang Shen looked at the other man. This must be the strange individual who was the sole escapee from the pharmacy that day.

"You’re not with the Rebel Species, are you? I know some of your companions are still alive... How about a chat?"

However, Black Rope had only one thing to say in response.

His face was a mask of savagery, his fury immense. *"All you insect-users deserve to die!"*

’Well, so much for understanding each other.’

Yang Shen took the "Standard Long Spear" from his back, but his gaze was fixed on the other man’s chest.

There, he could feel Spiritual Energy Fluctuations different from the man’s tattoos. That was clearly where the "Exotic Treasure" was.

If the item were in the hands of the Rebel Species, he’d have to be far more cautious.

But now... this was an opportunity.

This was the difference between a faction and a lone wolf.

It’s hard to guard against a lone wolf’s surprise attack, while a faction’s greatest difficulty is cleaning up the mess afterward.

’Of the sixteen strange visitors that day, the Yanhua authorities had six of them alive. That was more than enough. They’ve probably been interrogated so thoroughly they’ve confessed to wetting the bed as kids.’

’If this one went missing...’

’It probably wouldn’t matter.’

He had no sympathy for these people. They might have a long, convoluted backstory, but that didn’t change the fact that they were invaders from an Exotic Realm.

’I’m a good citizen of Yanhua. It’s my duty to eliminate invaders from the Exotic Realm and contribute to social stability.’

’At most, I’ll just be killing someone without reporting it.’

’No need to thank me.’

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