Chapter 9, Replication, Dreamer

"Oh, I am scared; I need something to hold onto that can give me a sense of security," Ji Qianming said seriously, wiping the unknown liquid from the corner of her mouth.

"I apologize, I pointed to the wrong place." The stout man also felt something was amiss, and slightly raised his finger to point to his last coccyx.

Ah, I still arrived a step too late

"Just like the one on your chest, this is the leaf pattern." The chubby boy turned around, "You will have a dedicated class to learn about it when you get to school, but I can give you a brief explanation."

Most importantly, the two minutes have already elapsed

Young man, I know you have many questions, go ahead and ask them

Cui Pangzi looked at the delicate and weak Ji Qianming and curiously asked

Each type of leaf pattern represents a specific ability. From ancient times to the present, we have recorded a total of three hundred sixty-one types of leaf patterns. We have categorized them based on their level of danger, which are classified as Level C (mild danger), Level B (moderate danger), Level A (high danger), and Level S (extreme danger)

At that moment, he felt the temperature around him drop suddenly, and a mass of darkness, like a meteor, swiftly appeared before him

"Uncle, what are you talking about? I am just an ordinary member of the Communist Youth League"

The bathhouse is still the most relaxing place for people

Ji Qianming's face darkened, and he was immediately filled with the impulse to get up and leave, not expecting you to be such a glutton

The progress bar on the mirror has completed its course, and a complex pattern has appeared on the replication pop-up, slowly rotating; it is indeed the fantasy leaf pattern of Ren Yi

Ji Qianming's pupils constricted suddenly, and the chilling aura made him shiver; another ability user!

The dark silhouette gradually shifted, and a corpulent figure emerged from within

There is a black pattern resembling a crescent moon.

......

The small characters reappeared on the mirror, and Ji Qianming chose 'yes' without the slightest hesitation

"Ugh..."

Gulu gulu gulu...

A filthy boy, clutching a severed arm, is half-kneeling on the ground, vomiting uncontrollably, and occasionally glancing over at him as he continues to retch

"Oh." Ji Qianming, realizing he had been exposed by the chubby man, decisively discarded the severed arm and the lens in his hand

Moreover, based on this ability, it is highly likely that this is the Underworld Monarch who defeated Ren Yi, but the disparity between this Underworld Monarch and what he had imagined is somewhat significant

Cui the Fat Man chuckled, turned his back, and pointed at his pale white backside

"Rest assured, I am not a bad person." Cui Fatty glanced around, noticing figures in the distance approaching this place, "We cannot stay here for long; let us find another place to talk"

The stout man looked at the mess on the ground and the raging fire above, his face filled with frustration. Just as he turned his head, he was taken aback.

Detected contact with the leaf pattern "Dreamer"

Cui Fatty retched for quite a while, slowly sitting by the edge of the pool, stubbornly refusing to get back in the water. He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then exhaled a smoke ring

Cui the Fat Man had a face full of enjoyment, moaning comfortably.

Why do you want to drink my bathwater

A series of bubbles emerged from beneath the surface of the bath, followed by a mass of white flesh suddenly surfacing from the bottom of the water. That flesh, oh no, that person elegantly tossed their hair back and wiped their face.

The peculiar fat man before him was still uncertain whether he was an enemy or a friend, and naturally, he could not directly admit it

Although Ren Yi is somewhat despicable, he is indeed a genuine Tier 3 ability user, and he ranks among the top. Even if he has sealed off most of his powers, he is not someone a mere novice who has just acquired the Leaf Pattern can defeat

If the other party can defeat the formidable Ren Yi to such a miserable state, they would have no chance of killing themselves at all

The water ripples gently, and the rising steam from the pool ascends slowly. Upon reaching the ceiling, it condenses into droplets of water, with warm, humid air permeating the entire bathhouse

Ji Qianming jogged along, picking up the severed arm, his right hand covering the surface of the leaf pattern

Current Level: Lv1

The sound of rushing water

"Not at all," Fat Cui shook his head. "The leaf pattern will autonomously disappear within 1 to 24 hours after the host's death. After a period of rest, it will seek the next host again. This duration is not fixed; it could be one year or it could be one thousand years"

He glanced at the mirror, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes

Cui, the chubby man, rolled his eyes and said, "Why don't you put down the severed arm in your hand first, and also the lens you are gripping in your other hand"

Ji Qianming nodded thoughtfully and asked again, "Since each leaf pattern is unique, does it mean that when the owner of a leaf pattern dies, the pattern will also disappear?"

Is this truly the Lord of the Underworld? Ji Qianming seriously doubts his previous judgment

However, his brows soon furrowed slightly, as he had too many questions and did not know where to begin.

An ordinary member of the Communist Youth League? Are you trying to fool a fool

What exactly is a leaf pattern? After pondering for a while, I still asked the initial question.

Ji Qianming rolled his eyes; generally, those who say such lines are not good people. Nevertheless, he still obediently followed along.

Cui Pangzi was taken aback, and his face immediately turned pale. He suddenly stood up and desperately crawled towards the shore, splashing large amounts of water.

Despite having his greatest reliance exposed by the other party, Ji Qianming's expression remained remarkably innocent

Cui Fatty twitched the corner of his mouth, saying, "What are you afraid of? You are holding someone else's bloody severed hand; isn't that something to be afraid of? Don't you worry that others will be scared when they see it?"

Having roamed the world for so many years, this peculiar scene was a first for him, and he couldn't help but laugh.

On the back of the severed arm, the spiral leaf pattern lies quietly there

Ji Qianming, sitting beside, rolled his eyes and said helplessly

Is it impossible to get through?

The dreamer has been successfully replicated

In the recent explosion, Ren Yi was at the epicenter, enduring the greatest force. Had it not been for the protection of the demon's right arm at that moment, this hand would have likely been reduced to ashes. Although his abilities have dissipated after his death, his arm remains intact.

Ugh

At the moment his finger touched the surface of the mirror, a progress bar appeared at the bottom of the pop-up window, moving incrementally.

You must be the newly emerged owner of the leaf pattern, but how did you manage to defeat the illusion of www.hetushucom.com, given your weakness?

Ji Qianming pondered for two seconds, then slowly pointed at the pool and said, "So you still drink my bathwater"

Young man, what are you doing holding that broken hand?

"You still dare to speak," Cui the Fat Man said with disdain as he glanced at him. "Just look at how dirty you were before; your body is covered in either dust or the stench of blood. I can't stand it."

...so what you mean by changing the place is to take me to a bathhouse

......

Nevertheless, even so, he still tightly held onto the severed arm in his hand. The replication would take two minutes, and he had to endure no matter what.

Ji Qianming's heart trembled; he had clearly not mentioned this matter to anyone, not even to his predecessor Ren Yi, so how did he know about it

Ji Qianming clearly saw Cui Panzai's large body shake slightly, and then he shot a fierce glare at him, which he couldn't help but find a bit amusing. At least this fat man harbored no ill will towards him, he thought.

What do you see this as

Is it time to start the replication? Yes/No

Ji Qianming could no longer hold back, clutching the severed arm and vomiting uncontrollably. He was just an ordinary boy who had never even killed a chicken, and he had never witnessed such a bloody scene. Not to mention that he was now in close contact with the bloody severed arm; the stench of blood alone made his stomach churn, considering that just a few minutes ago it was still attached to a living man