"Is this a system malfunction, or is Destiny favoring ?!!"
Feng Mu couldn't help but wonder if he'd stumbled onto a glitch. Being upright, he didn't want to take advantage of the system, so he righteously thought to himself,
"System, as long as you admit you made a mistake, I'm willing to let you take back this divine armor and exchange it for a simple A-grade equipnt."
The system remained silent, not responding.
Feng Mu sighed deeply, feeling a profound regret for the system's stubbornness. Despite giving it a chance, the system didn't realize to offer him an A-grade equipnt in exchange.
Really, it just doesn't get it. Uninstall, it must be uninstalled!
Feng Mu lanted briefly, then looked at the playing cards in his hand, his eyes gleaming.
Spade 4, Heart 3, Diamond Q, Diamond 7, Club 4, Club 9.
The texture of the playing cards was very hard, feeling like tal sheets. In reality, it did contain tallic material.
When Feng Mu carefully caressed the cards with his fingertips, fearing he might accidentally crush them, he was clearly overthinking. Anything the system produced wouldn't be so fragile.
The most important thing was the detection prompt that popped up:
[Detected contaminated tal: ??]
[Composition: Rare teoric iron type.]
[Edible.]
[ps: This tal entraps cursed souls. Exercise caution when consuming.]
[Consu?]
[No available consumption slots currently.]
Feng Mu's pupils slightly contracted as he recalled receiving a similar detection prompt the last ti, when he acquired the [Destiny Stone Sculpture].
"The Destiny Stone Sculpture seals souls, perhaps those souls are incarnations of the forty-four Deputies, or possibly...?" His voice echoed in his heart, thoughts drifting deep and profound.
Then, Feng Mu's gaze turned deep and peculiar, tightly fixated on the playing cards in his hand, as a dangerous thought surged within him:
"Could it be that the souls imprisoned in the Magician's playing cards are none other than the Magician himself?"
Feng Mu's heartbeat quickened, his eyes flashed with a wicked glow, and a dangerous idea swirled in the depths of his mind:
"If I directly swallow these cards, does it an I've devoured the Magician's soul? Then, could I exploit the traits of [Iron Eater] to obtain all the Magician's strength without relying on the cards?"
"Perhaps, this iron trait will be—magic?!!"
Feng Mu felt a bit restless inside, but unfortunately, he didn't have an available slot for consumption, and he wasn't entirely confident about this matter.
After all, if he gambled wrong, the [Iron Eater] wouldn't spit the cards back out for him; he'd have to dig through the toilet to find them.
"The reason this equipnt is classified as B-grade is largely due to its consumable nature, and once consud, it cannot be replenished."
"Otherwise, it might have been ranked among A-grade equipnt."
"Oh, B-grade equipnt is already so incredible, really curious how much more overpowered A-grade, or even S-grade equipnt would be."
Feng Mu sighed lightly, a quiet yearning for higher-grade equipnt burgeoning within his heart. As his mind raced, he decided to temporarily bury the thought of consuming the cards, waiting for a new consumption slot, or considering it again when the cards were nearly used up.
With the completion of receiving the Bronze Treasure Chest, Feng Mu was filled with satisfaction and joy, the abundance of prizes and unexpected surprises rendering him imnsely happy.
However, a faint sense of regret followed, because he had not found the last Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill he needed in the treasure chest.
"Just one more, and I could completely rid myself of this 'walking dead' state, becoming a true 'living person'." He sighed softly in his heart, placing his hope on the next Inheritance Level reward.
The sense of loss was but a fleeting emotion, and Feng Mu quickly adjusted his mindset.
Life is inherently full of the unknown; not everything can go as one wishes.
However, as long as he's prepared, the future he yearns for will eventually arrive as promised. Just like now, the next wave of [Inheritance Level] rewards is already on its way, isn't it?
Feng Mu gently closed the system panel and got up to walk outside his dormitory, as a new day of prison guard work began. He was determined to be the warst and most diligent guard in the Second Prison.
Feng Mu stood tall, his steps firm and powerful, the baton slung across his waist swaying with his stride, exuding a cold tallic sheen. Feng Mu slightly adjusted the bones beneath his cheeks to subtly disguise a hint of fatigue on his face.
"Good morning, Prison Guard Hou."
"Prison Guard Wang, your collar is sticking up at the back."
"Prison Guard Zhou, good morning."
"Forensic Doctor Qin, good morning."
Entering the cafeteria, Feng Mu greeted all the guards he encountered along the way, whether their expressions were indifferent or unresponsive, his face always bore a warm smile, and most importantly, he accurately called out everyone by their title.
This scene fell into the eyes of every dining guard, their expressions showed varying degrees of peculiarity. Though most maintained a cold deanor, even sneering disdainfully, a few guards nodded in response to Feng Mu.
Feng Mu categorized each guard by their response attitudes in his little notebook, only this ti, he didn't use paper and pen but morized every detail in his heart.
In the warden's office, Qian Huan sat behind solid explosion-proof glass, his brows slightly furrowed, his gaze piercing the glass as he scrutinized Forensic Doctor Qin Liang.
His tone carried a trace of subtle doubt as he spoke:
"So, Feng Mu's performance is considered outstanding? Ha—this is quite the opposite of what I expected. Li Bashan's hot temper, and yet his junior is so well-behaved and polite to others?"
Qin Liang gently scratched his smooth bald head, responding with a hint of a wry smile:
"Who would have thought? I didn't expect it either. Feng Mu shows kindness and tolerance to everyone, even to the prisoners."
Qian Huan's brows knitted tighter, and he probed further, "So, Forensic Doctor Qin, do you also believe Feng Mu isn't suited for prison work?"
Qin Liang sighed, speaking earnestly: "Indeed, while the prisoners are grateful to him, they don't fear him; the guards keep their distance and aren't genuinely close. Should this continue, trouble might erge in just a few days."
Qian Huan's brows slightly eased, and he spoke amiably to Qin Liang: "Before I arrived, my uncle ntioned that you were the most reliable choice at the Second Prison. It's said that over the years, your autopsy reports have never had an error."
Qin Liang's lips curled into a smile, both modest and proud, as he nodded silently at the praise.
His professional integrity was indeed impeccable, with over a decade in the career, his autopsy reports had never been found faulty by his superiors.
It could be said that whom he declared dead was dead, and the living were as good as dead.
Qian Huan chuckled softly, continuing, "Then, if any unexpected events occur in the future, I hope Forensic Doctor Qin can provide a detailed report."
Qin Liang revealed a grin showing blackened teeth, his face beaming: "Naturally, I've already promised the young man to prepare a fine report for him. However, does the warden have any specific instructions for this report?"
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