According to Huai Shi's speculation, Red Gloves should have first expressed some refusal or doubt, and only after Huai Shi's firm command would he have proceeded.
However, he hadn't expected Red Gloves to become so incredibly obedient after turning into a tool person.
Without anything like the Three Laws of Robotics holding him back, Red Gloves wouldn't even object if Huai Shi ordered him to jump into the Huangpu River.
The sudden knife thrust gave Huai Shi a huge scare.
But when Huai Shi finally reacted, a mere thought from him halted the Sacrificial Knife that had already pierced the skin of his chest, and it was withdrawn.
He furrowed his brows. As expected, it didn't work.
He didn't know if it was because he had anticipated it, or if Red Gloves's rank simply wasn't high enough. Although Death Perception had activated, the 'Mirror of Void' hadn't simultaneously produced any warning or image.
This ability was too unreliable, always a cause for concern.
Could it be that only the crushing pressure of certain death from a Fifth Stage Boss could forcibly activate it?
That was a bit too unstable, wasn't it?
Still, getting a free X-ray ability was a definite win, no downside at all.
After resting for a while, he felt he had recovered somewhat. He took stock of his equipment and prepared to follow the guidance of the mission bread toward the Door of Victory.
This rookie contest hadn't been for nothing; he'd gained quite a lot.
Feeling incredibly pleased, Huai Shi, with Red Gloves tagging along, sauntered onto the road home.
For some reason, an inexplicable chill ran down his spine.
Death Perception descended from the heavens. Then, Huai Shi saw it: in the mirror, an endless darkness emerged. Within that roiling darkness, as if separated by countless worlds, a pair of cruel, lofty eyes cast an indifferent glance his way...
The image vanished in a flash. Huai Shi, waking from the dizziness of sudden blood loss, stood rooted to the spot.
What the hell?
Who am I? Where am I? Who the hell wants to kill me?
Why am I about to die again?
And which big shot is targeting me this time?
What on earth has taken an interest in me again?
Utterly bewildered, Huai Shi felt countless question marks pop up above his head. Why would a pot just fall from the sky on me for simply participating in a rookie contest?
Why am I being persecuted again?!
The omnipotent Mr. Ya remained silent, playing dead, and Huai Shi had no idea what was going on.
"Do you have any clue?" he asked, turning to Red Gloves.
Red Gloves looked at him coldly, his expression clearly saying, 'I don't know how to explain to you that I'm just a tool person,' making Huai Shi sigh helplessly.
"Alright, then. You just keep carrying the luggage."
Huai Shi hung all his miscellaneous items on Red Gloves. Traveling light, he proceeded with utmost caution, his hand resting on the Sword of Virtue.
He took a few steps, then froze.
He rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them again.
Incredible.
"What's this?" he pulled Red Gloves, who was beside him, and pointed at something at the fork in the road ahead. Red Gloves glanced at it and replied mechanically, "Border Relic."
"I know it's a Border Relic, but why... why would it be here?"
Huai Shi's eyes widened. He squatted down at the fork, suspiciously examining the Border Relic discarded on the ground—a luxurious wakizashi with a faint, sweet scent, as if it had been worn by a fragrant, gentle young lady for a long time.
For some reason, the image of Li Jian Amber flashed through his mind.
This is insane.
Huai Shi couldn't help but shake his head. Just how rich was that woman to casually discard a Border Relic worth at least several million US dollars?
He casually picked it up and tossed it to Red Gloves.
"Put it in the basket and keep it safe."
He continued walking, then froze again at the next fork in the road, rubbing his eyes once more.
Did I just see another Border Relic?
An old flintlock pistol, exuding an ancient aura, lay on the ground, neatly placed inside a box, looking radiant and exceedingly precious.
In some trashy game, this would be at least a +7 item, right?
Can people just throw things like this away?
He paused, looked around, but saw no owner. After a moment's thought, unable to resist the temptation of money, he picked up the pistol and pocketed it.
He continued onward.
Then, at the next intersection, he saw yet another Border Relic.
A bracelet.
Unbelievable! What on earth is going on?!