Chapter 2, she did not know it was a time travel

Certainly, if they can endure all of this, they may become a top assassin who can kill without blinking, possesses nothing, cares for nothing, and fears nothing, yet still loses their life

Qin Zheng was lost in thought, forgetting to continue tracking the two individuals. When she came to her senses, the tigers that had been slaughtered around her reappeared out of nowhere. If she were to follow them again, she feared she would be discovered. Thus, she killed several tigers and made her way out of the forest

Killing tigers is an easy task. Although Qin Zheng feels that her current martial arts skills and agility are extremely poor, not even reaching one-tenth of her former abilities, and her internal energy is not very effective, the tigers here are not as strong as those she encountered in her past life. Moreover, there are so many that she does not need to spend time searching for them. Therefore, she has already slaughtered nearly one hundred fierce tigers in less than half a shichen, yet has only skinned fewer than ten tiger pelts.

"Who sent this note? They can't even write properly," Qin Zheng murmured to herself. She barely recognized a few characters, but even when pieced together, she could not understand the meaning of what was written. Thus, she rubbed her fingers together again, and the note turned to dust.

Stepping out of the forest, she looked up to see a blazing sun hanging high in the sky, precisely at noon. Qin Zheng found a secluded and safe spot to take a nap, and upon waking, she was at a loss for what to do. This world felt so unfamiliar to her that she had lost her sense of purpose in life and was completely disoriented. Squinting her eyes and daydreaming for a while, she suddenly recalled what the old man had said earlier: that the food made by those who had never learned culinary skills here was simply inedible. With nothing else to do, she impulsively decided to learn how to cook.

She took out the few dozen copper coins from her belt and weighed them in her hand, but Qin Zheng did not know where these coins had come from. When she awoke in this world, she was wearing clothes that did not belong to her. Apart from these copper coins, she had nothing else but a rusty dagger, some paper and ink, and a few healing herbs.

Since then, her consciousness has remained hazy, and when she finally regained awareness, she found herself in this place she deemed the underworld. However, why does it differ from the legends? If this is still the human realm, there are many inconsistencies. For instance, the ferocious beasts that appear everywhere, and why did the man called Old Ji, whom she had just stabbed, have his body vanish, only to resurrect along with the book? ... Furthermore, there is that belt capable of holding many items ...

What is your current strength level? The old man was busy skinning the dead tiger.

Ah! That's right, perhaps this place truly allows for continuous resurrection. The old man was killed by himself, yet he came back to life, and so did these tigers! As Qin Zheng killed the tigers and cleared the path, her mind wandered aimlessly.

Well, let's talk about it then...

37,000, how about you

Since she had nothing better to do, Qin Zheng ultimately decided to follow and take a look. She quietly climbed down from the tree, using the shadows of the trees to conceal her presence, and trailed behind the two individuals.

After listening to the conversation between the two individuals just now, Qin Zheng found herself even more bewildered by her current surroundings. She still remembered that a few days ago, while she was on a mission, just as she was about to succeed, the dark sky began to rumble with thunder. Her last memory was frozen at the moment the lightning flashed, when the pupils of the man she was about to assassinate suddenly dilated.

Unable to comprehend how that old man can skin so quickly, Qin Zheng shook her head and put away a freshly skinned tiger skin, beginning to stare intently at a light purple robe on the ground. This world is truly too strange, isn't it? Even tigers wear clothes? And brand new ones at that? She had never seen such a thing before it died; could it have been hidden in its belly?

The sound of wings flapping interrupted her thoughts. Qin Zheng watched as a pure white pigeon appeared out of nowhere, flew in front of her, and dropped a piece of paper it had in its beak into her hand before vanishing. Perhaps years of experience as a killer had honed her psychological resilience, and now Qin Zheng had grown accustomed to such irrational occurrences. Thus, she did not raise an eyebrow, but instead used her finger to unfold the note, only to awkwardly realize that she could not understand the characters on it.

It is estimated that this amount of money is absolutely insufficient for learning culinary skills, and Qin Zheng really wants to find an inn to rest for a night and take a hot shower. Therefore, she stood up, stretched lazily, and decided to return to the forest she had just been in to hunt a tiger for its skin to sell for money

"Assassins are definitely cooler; I enjoy being an assassin," said the man with a sharp face, looking somewhat eager. "However, you might end up being frequently wanted by the authorities. I’ve heard that the tasks from the Hidden Moon Pavilion are mostly commissions from players and NPCs, often involving either murder or arson, which inevitably leads to player killing. I actually think you would fit in quite well; don’t you enjoy player killing?"

Before long, the carrier pigeon flew back with the same note, but the writing had changed, still unreadable. After several such instances, Qin Zheng became annoyed and simply stopped looking at it, destroying the note on the spot.

Sigh, forget it. Since I can't figure it out, I might as well not think about it. She doesn't understand most of the things here. Qin Zheng sighed, bent down to pick up the robe, and after trying it on against her body a couple of times, it seemed to fit quite well. Looking down at the tattered white robe she was wearing, she felt a bit tempted, so she immediately took advantage of the fact that no one was around to take off her old clothes and put on the new one.

I am still considering, but I may choose the Hidden Moon Pavilion

Is being a killer considered cool? Do you enjoy being a killer? Qin Zheng was taken aback; she had lived for nineteen years, oh, but now she is already dead. It was the first time she had heard someone say they liked being a killer! What is so good about being a killer?

They will never know how much pain and the trials of life and death one must endure to become a killer who can preserve their own life and successfully complete their missions! They will also never know the feeling of being drenched in blood the first time they kill a target, witnessing the target convulsing and collapsing before them, staring at them with unblinking eyes! They will never understand the daily anxiety and restlessness, nor the torment of nightmares that haunt them every night! ... They know nothing at all ...

"Killing these tigers is really pointless," the sharp-faced man sighed as he stabbed a tiger that was already on the verge of death with his sword. "I need to reach a total of 50,000 comprehensive strength points before I can choose a sect. How long will this take?"

Originally it was 45,000, but after dying once, it dropped by 10%. How frustrating! The old man sighed deeply and asked, "Have you decided which sect you want to choose?" His speed in skinning was astonishing; in the blink of an eye, a complete tiger skin was rolled up by him and casually tucked into his waist, disappearing from sight. Qin Zheng had been paying attention to this action of his for quite some time, and she simply could not understand how so much tiger skin could be hidden in such a small belt. However, over the past few days, she had already discovered that her own belt also contained many items, such as a rusty dagger, several bottles of healing medicine, and a handful of copper coins.

"Wow! That is the Assassin Sect, and I have heard that their tasks are quite difficult," the old man continued, "I would rather go to the Hundred-Foot Gate."