CHAPTER 135: 124. SUPERPOWER TRANSFORMATION COMPLETE, 2ND MIDDLE GRADE SUPERPOWER

Out of curiosity.

Yang Fan first went over to take a look at the dried corpses.

He directed a strand of power at an iron door.

"Buzz!"

The iron door trembled violently.

A heavy iron door weighing over a hundred kilograms instantly shattered into iron fragments, scattering all over the ground.

The "Zhen" Secret Technique triggered resonance, then amplified it, destroying the molecular bonds and ultimately causing all this.

More than a dozen skeletal dried corpses suddenly entered Yang Fan’s sight.

The weight of each dried corpse was estimated not to exceed twenty kilograms, as if they had been drained of their flesh and blood in an instant.

The dried, shriveled faces still bore immense pain.

Intuition Superpower provided quite a lot of information.

"A small number of dried corpses were prisoners."

"Most of the dried corpses were not prisoners; they were innocents."

"Some people suffered abuse and beatings in their lifetime."

Yang Fan looked at the limbs of some dried corpses, bent at an unnatural angle, and silently sighed.

Spirit Communication Superpower read the memories of the Carmenians, revealing that all those sacrificed to the Deceitful Artifact were prisoners.

But the truth was obviously not so.

Horrific crimes had once occurred in this old house.

Yang Fan flicked out another strand of power.

"Puff! Puff!"

The dried corpses exploded instantly, turning into flying debris.

An invisible power wall blocked the debris from drifting over.

Yang Fan shook his head: "Didn’t feel it at home, but abroad, life really seems so cheap."

His figure flickered and disappeared from the house.

"Boom!"

The house collapsed.

Yang Fan swept through the dilapidated streets like a gale, preparing to fly outside the small town when he suddenly stopped.

A skinny, dark-skinned little boy, about ten years old, was peeking around in a small alley.

Intuition Superpower kicked in again: "One of the dried corpses seemed to be this child’s father."

At this moment.

The little boy also saw Yang Fan.

The little guy was so scared, he took several steps back, obvious fear on his dirty face.

For some reason, Yang Fan wanted to talk to the child: "Your name is Hajzan, right?"

Hajzan was taken aback: "How do you know?"

Hope flashed in the little boy’s eyes as he eagerly asked: "Do you know where my dad is?"

Yang Fan spoke frankly: "Your dad is dead."

Hajzan began to sob: "How... how did he die?"

Yang Fan did not hold back: "He was captured, his legs were broken, then he was sacrificed and finally turned into a dried corpse."

Hajzan’s sobbing intensified: "Who killed my dad?"

Yang Fan thought for a moment and replied: "The Jin Kongque Kingdom killed your dad."

He suddenly felt like talking: "The system, leaders, military, etc., of this kingdom do not serve ordinary people.

"They only serve the power and ambition of the top echelons; the kingdom has turned into a man-eating monster."

Hajzan understood this, and hatred filled his eyes: "I want to avenge my dad!"

Yang Fan bluntly told him: "You will never get revenge; sooner or later, the kingdom will consume you."

He suddenly laughed: "I’ve heard a horrible story where healthy young people had their heads cut off.

"Their bodies were used to replace the decaying bodies of the elite, allowing them to live longer.

"Before the Superpower Era, the success rate of head transplantation was very low.

"But with the advent of the Superpower Era, Healing Superpower can perfectly replace a head.

This is not nonsense.

But real information obtained from the minds of the Carmenians.

Yang Fan purposely showed a malicious smile: "Maybe one day, your head will be cut off too."

Hajzan was terrified.

Yang Fan smiled: "Let me tell you clearly, this world is not a fairy tale; it’s harsher than you imagine, and you can’t change anything."

Despair covered Hajzan’s face.

Even though he was just a child, this raw statement deeply made him understand what cold, harsh reality meant.

No matter how hard one struggles, no matter how much effort is made, it is all in vain.

Yang Fan glanced sympathetically at the child, turned, and walked out of the small town.

Hajzan’s voice drifted from behind: "What are you going to do?"

Yang Fan, without turning back, answered: "I’m going to change this world."

As soon as he finished speaking.

He suddenly increased his speed, quickly disappearing at the end of the street.

Hajzan stood dazed for a moment, wiped the tears from his face with his hand, and turned into the depths of the alley.

More than a hundred meters away.

Yang Fan paused, looking back.

He had a feeling that Hajzan’s fate seemed to have changed, and the boy might achieve something in the future.

Yang Fan was a bit surprised: "Intuition Superpower can actually glimpse a thread of fate; its potential is greater than I anticipated.

He muttered softly: "I wonder if this kid will turn into an Evil Dragon or strive to smash this man-eating kingdom."

Ten minutes later.

In a dense forest.

Yang Fan gazed at the chaotic traces, a smirk on his lips: "Escaped in different directions, did they?"

He naturally had an intuition: "Why do I feel like the Destructive Tiger Skull is very afraid of me?

"So it proactively warned the Carmenians, alerting them to someone pursuing them, and then the Carmenians split up?"

Yang Fan immediately realized something: "The Destructive Tiger Skull seems very useful for me."

Of course.

To the Deceitful Artifact, falling into his hands seems to be a very bad thing.

Yang Fan glanced at one footprint, then at another.

Intuition told him he could track in those two directions.

However.

Yang Fan had another intuition: "Why does intuition tell me that just relying on intuition, I definitely won’t find the Deceitful Artifact?"

Two conflicting intuitions left him baffled.

What a damn thing!

How could this happen?

Yang Fan fell into deep thought: "I think I understand.

"The divination ability of the Destructive Tiger Skull should belong to the category of Supernatural Perception.

"Similarly, my Intuition Superpower is a kind of Supernatural Perception, so they inevitably interfere with each other.

"This is most likely why intuition gives contradictory information."

Yang Fan murmured softly: "Looks like I need to think of another way."

*

Dozens of kilometers away.

Gareth carried a large box in his left hand, moving quickly through the forest.

This guy’s way of moving is incredibly strange.

He keeps swinging his right hand, shooting out bundles of thin, transparent threads.

After being shot out, the threads scatter into large clusters, sticking to many trees.

Subsequently, the threads automatically retract, forming a strong pull that drags him swiftly forward.

This makes it so Gareth’s feet don’t even need to touch the ground.

Additionally, the nature of the threads is very peculiar and doesn’t damage the bark.

So as he moves along, no visible traces are left behind.

A few seconds pass.

"Thump!"

A phantom heartbeat echoes from inside the large box.

A message appears out of thin air in Gareth’s brain: "Move to the right front, cross that canyon."

Without hesitation, he responds, "Got it."

Gareth glances at the box subconsciously, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Before today.

He had absolutely no idea that deceitful artifacts could possess independent consciousness or communicate with humans.

The Carmenia Federation had studied these artifacts for so long and never discovered this.

Until ten minutes ago.

The artifact took the initiative to convey a message to him, making him realize this suddenly.

Gareth throws out another thread and casually asks, "Hey, Saber-toothed Tiger, why have you never spoken before?"

The artifact remains motionless.

Dragged forward by the thread, Gareth mutters to himself, "Actually, I know, you look down on us because we’re too weak."

The artifact still doesn’t respond.

Gareth flicks his right hand again, continuing to chatter, "You must have been scared by the Great Xia Ghost, that’s why you’re cooperating with me, I’m really curious, what exactly are you afraid of?"

The artifact remains silent.

Gareth babbles on, "It’s hard to imagine you can actually interfere with the Great Xia Ghost’s perception."

This guy starts rambling, "First, you warn the Carmenians, fooling us into scattering and fleeing.

"Then you use some means to make Michael and Drake the bait to attract the Great Xia Ghost."

"Ironically, these two idiots are quite happy because they think the Great Xia Ghost’s target is you."

"They believe that separating from the deceitful artifact increases their safety."

"Thump!"

A heart beat suddenly sounds.

The artifact finally responds, "Shut up!"

Gareth refuses to shut up and laments, "Poor Michael and Drake, sold out by a piece of fossil."

The artifact falls silent again.

Gareth laughs, "Mr. Fossil, do you really want to kill me? I suddenly feel like maybe I can surrender to the Great Xia Ghost."

This threat is very effective.

The artifact responds again, "As long as you take me out of here, I promise not to kill you.

"I vow to help you with all my strength and leave this place with you."

Gareth immediately breathes a sigh of relief.

His previous babbling was really out of fright from the artifact’s ways.

So he wanted to use "surrender" to threaten the artifact to avoid being sold out by it.

*

On the other side.

Yang Fan took out two deceitful artifacts from the Space Pearl.

Namely, the Wood Carving and the Short Spear.

Their original names were God Devouring Wooden Carving and Hunting God’s Spear.

But he didn’t like such overly exaggerated names, so he came up with two plain and simple ones.

Yang Fan ordered, "Black Wood, Iron Rod, I need you to fully conceal my presence."

His intuition told him this would work!

It would interfere with the Destructive Tiger Skull’s predictions, preventing it from spying on his next move.

The Buddha Face on the wood carving showed a flattering smile, "Supreme master, I will always obey your will."

"Clang!"

The Short Spear let out a resonant vibration, "Understood!"

The Buddha Face looked displeasedly at the Short Spear.

It felt like Iron Rod was competing in this way, making the master think Iron Rod was more loyal.

The Buddha Face raised its voice and shouted, "Supreme master, I understand better than Iron Rod!"

Yang Fan was a bit puzzled.

But said nothing.

After all, it wasn’t the first time this broken piece of wood had gone crazy.

Yang Fan looked off into the distance and said softly, "Good thing I grabbed some mummy powder earlier."

Earlier, in the sacrificial house, he initially intended to leave directly

But a strange impulse drove him to take a look at the mummy and turn it into powder, whimsically grabbing a handful of the mummy powder.

At this moment, he finally understood that his Intuition Superpower had been secretly guiding him all along.

Yang Fan grasped the Soul Stealing Wisp and ordered, "Add points to the mutated Precise Superpower!"

The Intuition Superpower gifted by Xiaoya hadn’t been completed despite so many days passing.

Now he couldn’t wait any longer.

He had a feeling that once he spent some more Spiritual Source Points, the Precise Superpower would immediately complete its metamorphosis.

"Buzz!"

The wisp trembled once.

The accumulated 26.4 Spiritual Source Points, leaving only 1.4 points remaining in an instant.

Spiritual Source Points burned away instantly.

Yang Fan immediately felt the sensation of extreme heat and cold washing over him once again.

His body was filled with searing currents as if soaking in magma while his mind felt chilled as if placed in an ice cavern.

A full minute passed.

The extreme sensation of hot and cold finally subsided slowly.

A line of phantom text floated up.

〖Demon Eye: Activated, Middle Grade Hybrid Element, current evolution level 8%.〗

The superpower’s evolution was complete!

The Precise Superpower turned into the Demon Eye Superpower, with its grade advancing from Low to Middle Grade!

*

Twenty kilometers away.

In the canyon.

Gareth continued running wildly.

"Thump!"

The phantom heartbeat sounded.

The artifact sent a message: "The enemy has stopped moving, it seems we’re safe now."

Gareth immediately showed a joyful expression, "Mr. Fossil, nicely done!"

The way he addressed it changed silently from "old pal" to "Mr." compared to earlier.

This guy didn’t care about the life or death of his comrades; he only cared about whether he could safely escape.