Chapter 1 He's Out

“‘He’ was released, and it didn’t work out. Now the situation is a little bad…”

Sullen met the bald giant’s murderous gaze, and a wry smile appeared in his heart.

Seize the gun, kill the mohawk, then gamble on a chance to shoot and kill the bald head.

The plan had been carefully considered.

And luck was on his side. Everything went according to plan, and even the shelling didn't cause him much damage.

It was a pity that this final shot failed to kill the bald head.

After all…

No normal person would have imagined that the enemy would possess the "supernatural ability" to resist bullets with their bare flesh!

…

After firing the shot, Sullen completely lost the initiative.

The bald, burly man flicked the embedded bullet head from his forehead, a mocking smile on his face.

He didn't fire the high-pressure spray cannon on his mechanical arm again. Instead, he stomped his foot, and a ripple of air exploded. His figure disappeared from the spot.

In the blink of an eye, the bald head had darted several meters like a ghost, appearing in front of Sullen.

His large, iron-like hand grabbed Sullen's neck. Using the brute force of the impact, he smashed the red wooden chair, along with Sullen bound to it, heavily against the wall.

"Crack!" A crisp sound rang out.

The wooden chair splintered into pieces, and the shattered wood fell like rain.

Sullen didn't have time to react at all. He felt as if he had been hit by an elephant, and everything went black. He couldn't hold back the fishy, spicy taste in his throat. With a "poof," he spat out a mouthful of turbid blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The silver revolver in his hand fell to the ground. He lost his only weapon of resistance.

And now it seemed that the gun was useless.

The bald head's speed was ridiculously fast. His close-range burst was so fast that people's eyes couldn't keep up.

Another ability beyond ordinary humans…

But this didn't surprise Sullen anymore.

If a headshot couldn't kill him, then a little speed was nothing to be amazed at.

…

The bald head stared fiercely at Sullen, who was suspended in the air against the wall, and gritted his teeth. "Kid, you didn't expect this, did you? My awakened talent is 【C079-Hardened Skeleton】. If it weren't for this ability, I'm afraid I would have really fallen into your hands today…"

As he spoke, the bald head glanced at the bodies of his companions in the pool of blood on the ground, his eyes becoming even colder.

Recalling the tricky shot just now, he felt lingering fear. If he hadn't dodged the vital point, he would probably be a corpse on the ground now.

The bald head exerted force in his hand, wanting to strangle the kid in front of him.

But for some reason, he hesitated for a moment.

Sullen muttered to himself, "Talent, hardened skeleton? Supernatural ability..."

Then he weakly closed his eyelids…

The bald head's mechanical arm clamped tightly around his neck like iron pincers. The intense feeling of suffocation left no doubt that the guy could easily snap a person's neck.

But not being killed immediately, Sullen didn't panic at all.

Because he saw the bald head's hesitation.

He knew that this guy hadn't killed him immediately, probably still coveting the original owner's "secret."

But at this time, the bald head's patience was probably exhausted because of his companion's death.

Sullen understood that if he said another word, this guy might kill him out of anger.

So, he exhaled the last breath in his chest and uttered five words with difficulty: "I have a treasure map."

As expected!

As soon as these words came out, the killing intent was still as fierce as ice, but Sullen clearly felt the suffocation lessen instantly.

The iron hand gripping his neck quietly loosened, leaving a space to breathe.

"Heh…"

A contemptuous sneer.

The bald, burly man wasn't as stupid as he looked. He also knew that Sullen was trying to save his life.

But he still gave him a chance, saying coldly, "Kid, you only have one chance. Tell me information that interests me, and I'll give you a quick death."

As soon as he finished speaking, the large iron hand gripped harder, and a clear sound of bone cracking rang out.

Sullen's eyebrows twitched in pain. As if very weak, he squinted his eyes, but in reality, he was quickly reading the information on his retina.

Say it and you'll just die quickly?

He completely ignored these words and said directly, "The seventh room door on the left side of the main corridor of the manor banquet hall has a secret door inside. The lampstand on the wall is the mechanism, leading to the underground. There is a maze there…"

These words weren't fabricated, but information obtained from his retina.

In such a short period of time, in a completely unfamiliar world, it would be easy to be exposed if he fabricated a flawless lie.

And the result of being exposed was only death.

Although he didn't know what means were used to leave this information on his retina, as long as he closed his eyes, Sullen could see that message.

The content was as follows:

"My dear Fick, when you see this message, your memory should have been erased. Although fate is cruel, but… it has come to this. As for the truth of the matter, it is no longer important to you now. I know you may be unwilling, so I left you something as compensation. If fate hasn't abandoned you, and you have enough power in the future to explore the truth, you can naturally come into contact with the exiled truth; if not, living in the dark may be a good thing for you. Remember, don't trust anyone, especially those guys in the upper echelons of the Black Tower…"

In addition to this passage, the information on the retina also contained some obscure words that he didn't have time to examine carefully. They seemed to be explanations of a magical power in this world called "alchemy."

There was also a very strange circuit diagram.

It wasn't a plan, but a three-dimensional, winding fluorescent line, marked from top to bottom. It looked like a mine or some kind of abyss cave.

Sullen glanced at it and roughly understood the reason.

The original owner's name was "Fick," and he seemed to have been "exiled" for some reason.

However, these things had nothing to do with him, the transmigrator.

Anyway, he didn't have any memories, and he wasn't interested in the past of the original owner.

Sullen was more concerned about his current situation.

Judging from the address, a relative of the original owner left these words on his retina.

It was also because of this information that the original owner came to this manor, in order to find what was marked on the map… ancient ruins?

He didn't have time to examine it carefully, but it was probably related to the kind of magical "supernatural talent" that allowed the bald head to withstand bullets with his head.

…

Sullen selectively told some of the information, while ignoring some key details.

For example, he didn't mention the details of how to navigate the maze; or that there were many lampstands in the room, and only the correct one could open the underground passage, while the others would trigger traps…

If he wanted to survive from the hands of this murderous bald head, he had to show his value.

And if he wanted to continue living, he couldn't reveal all of his value at once.

As long as the enemy wasn't stupid, they definitely wouldn't kill him now.

As expected!

Hearing this, a strange look flashed in the bald head's eyes.

He had long guessed that the kid in front of him, who was wanted for assassination by a big shot in the inner city, had a secret.

However, after the death of one of his brothers, the bald head became cautious. He asked, "What treasures are hidden in this manor?"

Sullen pretended to be weak and closed his eyes, looked at the content of the words on the retina, and said according to them, "It is said… there are relics left by ‘Sir Isaac’."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bald head's expression changed drastically as if he had heard something incredible. "What!"

“…”

His tone suddenly became heavy. Sullen raised his eyes and glanced.

Although he didn't know what the "Sir Isaac" meant, looking at the bald head's face, he knew it was probably some kind of incredible treasure.

But for Sullen, it was good news.

Now he was more confident that he wouldn't die, at least for now.