Chapter 112: A Misstep!
It is well known that a basketball has quite a good bounce, let alone one produced by the system, whose quality surpasses the best basketballs on Earth by countless times.
With all his strength, Chen Bo threw the ball, which immediately bounced erratically within the narrow corridor, hitting the base of the walls and the floor in a chaotic manner.
After an unknown length of time, the basketball finally came to a stop, rolling slowly on the ground.
Judging by the distance, the ball had traveled over a kilometer. The suspension bridge he had crossed earlier was already very long, yet this corridor seemed no shorter. Even if it were shorter, it wouldn’t be by much.
During this brief period, no traps were triggered in the corridor. Perhaps this place was relatively safe—or so it seemed.
Chen Bo dared not let his guard down even an inch. In a place like this, a moment’s negligence could very well be fatal.
He proceeded cautiously, gently stepping his right foot onto the stone slabs of the corridor, pressing down lightly several times. Nothing seemed amiss.
Yet why did he still feel uneasy? Could there be hidden dangers he was unaware of? Chen Bo guessed wildly but couldn’t come up with any clues.
But retreat was impossible. Ever since the system had issued this mission, turning back was not an option.
Chen Bo wielded a large broadsword in one hand and wore simple armor consisting of only a breastplate, a pair of bracers, and a helmet.
Though minimal, these pieces provided some protection, far better than none at all.
The corridor was brightly lit, and Chen Bo saw no immediate dangers as he advanced. Perhaps that uneasy premonition was just his nerves playing tricks on him?
Yet he did not relax his vigilance for a moment. His instincts screamed that danger lurked nearby, and the feeling of unease grew stronger by the second.
What kind of danger awaited him? Chen Bo did not know. It was precisely because the unknown lay ahead that fear gripped him. Even he was no exception.
After all, he was but a mortal. Though his strength was extraordinary compared to Earth’s standards, he was still merely a mortal with some degree of power.
If he were on the Wild Continent, he might not even deserve the title of “somewhat powerful.” There were far too many enemies who could kill him in an instant here. To survive peacefully, he had to grow stronger—grow stronger, and keep growing stronger!
This time, if he obtained that system fragment, he would gain the ability to level up by killing monsters. That would be a shortcut to power, one without any side effects!
The system fragment—he absolutely had to get it! Even if the path ahead was a mountain of blades and seas of fire, he would break through!
With his resolve firm, Chen Bo pressed forward, determined to face whatever dangers awaited.
He recalled a line from a web novel: “The path of martial cultivation demands either charging upstream to overcome all hardships or drifting downstream to fade into obscurity.”
Chen Bo was unwilling to become an ordinary man lost among the crowd. Wouldn’t that be a waste of this precious opportunity to transmigrate?
After walking over a hundred steps, an unexpected event occurred. The intricately carved stone slab he stepped on suddenly sank a few centimeters.
“What the hell is going on?”
Chen Bo was startled. Before he could think further, he heard a strange noise—like rusty gears grinding and creaking. The sound was harsh and grating, unsettling his mind inexplicably.
“Damn! Has the streamer run into danger again? I bet he forgot to check the almanac before leaving today—nothing but bad luck all day.”
“Someone upstairs hit the nail on the head! The streamer was kidnapped, fell into a dungeon, got an extermination mission from the system, fought skeleton armies, then hordes of bugs—and now this!”
“I think if the streamer lives through this, he really should see a fortune teller to check if he’s cursed. If so, it’s best he doesn’t leave the house.”
“That’s true! Although the streamer keeps narrowly escaping danger, what if one day the curse finally hits and he gets struck by lightning the moment he steps out? He’s not strong enough to resist lightning now.”
“I feel like you’re cursing the streamer—it’s oddly hilarious.”
“Wait, does the Wild Continent even have fortune tellers?”
“How do you know there are none? Are you even a transmigrator? Just say yes or no.”
“Fine, even if the Wild Continent has fortune tellers, would you trust what they say? They’re all talking nonsense without any scientific basis.”
“Fortune telling isn’t science; it’s metaphysics! From some perspectives, the Wild Continent is a metaphysical world. You can’t judge metaphysics with scientific logic—they’re completely different concepts.”
“Suddenly, that explanation makes sense. You must be a veteran expert. I’m a disciple of Taoism; we should discuss this sometime.”
“Haha! An insider! My family has practiced feng shui for five generations, though it’s a rather obscure branch with some unorthodox practices. We can’t compare with the mainstream, I’m ashamed.”
“A family tradition! What era is this? You still care about that? Let’s pick an auspicious day and meet to discuss feng shui!”
“Since the Taoist priest kindly invites me, I respectfully accept! I’m currently in Jiangmen, Guangdong. Where are you?”
“Haha, I’m in Wuyi Mountain. Though it’s a bit far, a flight won’t take long. I’m booking a ticket now.”
“Can a passing bystander butt in?”
“Modern Taoists are so avant-garde—they know what a meetup is and even take planes! Impressive, keeping up with the times!”
“I smell a strong hint of camaraderie—is that just my dirty mind, or is there something real? Don’t disturb me; I’m imagining the scene.”
“You don’t have to imagine—I already did. It’s eye-burning! Driver, stop the car! I need to get off and wash my eyes!”
In the summer thunderstorm, Xiao Bei was in the countryside. Although many things were abundant, lightning rods were not among them. Afraid to turn on the computer again, he would only post this one chapter today. Please understand.