The drunkard glanced back at the trash bin: "The godly remains have already been taken by the cleaners. Aren't they supposed to collect the trash at midnight?"
"Could it be that I drank with Bru for half a day? Half a day, and we only managed four or five bottles of liquor?"
He scratched his head in a daze, muttering to himself, "Getting old, can't hold my liquor anymore... Two bottles and I'm drunk for half a day. I need to drink less... so it doesn't affect hunting the gods..."
With that, he staggered away.
Qin Siyang didn't hesitate, nor did he have time to think. He just ran tirelessly through the alley.
The alley was dark and deserted, allowing him to escape at full speed.
When he reached the end of the alley and returned to the main road, he continued to act like an ordinary pedestrian, walking quickly with his head down, then seizing the opportunity to slip into another alley. This escape strategy allowed him to move smoothly without anyone noticing the poorly dressed young man.
Perhaps due to the enhancement of his Sequence, his physical strength was replenished, and the previous fatigue vanished, his muscles even more invigorated.
"I've been running for almost twenty minutes, passed a bus stop, and still, no one has caught up."
Qin Siyang remained extremely vigilant, his heart pounding, blood rushing to his head, keeping him at the highest level of focus.
His peripheral vision scanned the surroundings, also keeping an ear out for footsteps behind, fearing discovery.
"Damn it, if it weren't for that drunkard, I could have finished it all! Just a little longer!"
Thinking of the drunkard, Qin Siyang felt a mix of resentment and relief.
The man was so drunk he could barely walk, taking two steps forward and one step back, needing to support himself against the wall.
He probably couldn't see clearly, and his consciousness was likely muddled.
If the person who saw him hadn't been drunk, they might have immediately noticed something amiss and reported it to the United Government.
He might have been caught by now!
Truly, it seemed like fate was watching over him.
"If I'm caught with this backpack full of godly remains, there's no way I could explain it."
Even if he hadn't taken the remains, he would still be a suspect, making escape difficult. Not to mention, his backpack contained over a dozen godly remains.
The reason he took them was because he anticipated that the benefit of finding godly remains in the trash bin would be over after tonight.
The theft of godly remains wasn't a serious matter, as they were useless.
Qin Siyang had seen at the Internet Cafe, "Humans can't digest godly remains; they either vomit them out or pass them through their system unchanged."
No one would bother with useless godly remains.
Though the remains were useless, their disappearance was very strange.
If they're useless, why would someone steal them? Could there be a conspiracy behind it?
Two days in a row, the remains in two trash bins disappeared, which would surely attract attention.
The Police Bureau likely noticed.
Qin Siyang had been stealing from the trash bins for two consecutive days, hoping to grow stronger in the shortest time. Others might have taken a gradual approach, taking some at intervals without cleaning out the bins entirely.
But Qin Siyang had suffered from "gradual progress" in his past life.
He thought work was about slowly accumulating experience, gradually growing, then getting promoted and earning more. But he never got the chance for a promotion before he died.
This made him realize that slow planning suited those with a foundation, not someone like him, a poor soul. "Quick gains" were the way for the underdog to rise.
His ability to withstand change was too weak; even a slight disturbance could crush him.
If the United Government started guarding every trash bin, how would he cope? Would he hide forever? Who knows when the next opportunity would come?
Reborn, he refused to wait silently. What could be done today should never be postponed to tomorrow.
Act early, or changes will arise.
It was foreseeable that taking godly remains from the trash bin again would likely expose him.
Since this was the last time, and the person who saw him was a slow-reacting drunkard, he had to take as much as he could.
Even if he didn't take the godly remains, once caught by the United Government, escape would be difficult.
The bold thrive, the timid starve!
Qin Siyang noticed the backpack was starting to seep blood, so he held it in his arms and darted back into the alley, continuing his flight.
In the alley, unlike the main road where dim streetlights appeared at intervals, it was completely dark.
The only light came from the starlit sky, shining through the anti-aircraft glass atop the Safe Zone.
With his enhanced physical abilities, Qin Siyang could see the path in the dark alley clearly.
The darkness became his advantage, concealing his face. Even if someone was there, he could run past without worry of being exposed.
Just run all the way home!
A small knife flew from the corner, aiming straight for his right eye.
What the hell?!
His agility far surpassed that of ordinary people, and as soon as he saw the knife, he dodged.
The knife clattered to the stone pavement of the alley with a sharp sound.
Qin Siyang's gaze locked onto three figures by the roadside.
The three had long, unkempt hair and wore mocking expressions.
"Didn't expect to have a fat sheep walk by while we're sleeping here."
"Must be our lucky day, brothers!"
The three stood up, surrounding Qin Siyang.
Qin Siyang asked coldly, "What do you want?"
"What do we want? Isn't it obvious? It's a robbery."
Robbery?
Couldn't they see his clothes were tattered? What good would robbing a poor kid like him do?
"I have no money," Qin Siyang frowned, anxious about the passing time.
He had no time to argue with these three.
The disappearance of the godly remains from the trash bin could be exposed at any moment. He needed to quickly distance himself from Safe Zone Exit No. 89757.
He was only two stops away, far from a safe distance.
Moreover, he was holding a backpack full of godly remains!
At this moment, one of them pushed back his greasy bangs, revealing a sinister smile: "No money? Just leave the backpack."
These three had their eyes on his backpack?!
Qin Siyang glanced at the backpack in his arms, covering the spot where blood was seeping through, realizing this was bad.
"This backpack doesn't have anything valuable, but I can't give it to you."
"Nothing valuable? Then open it and let us see!"
Qin Siyang looked at the vagrants robbing him, not panicking.
They were just ordinary people. If he wanted to escape, they couldn't stop him.
As he considered which direction to break through, one of them taunted,
"Kid, running so fast in this alley like you're fleeing for your life, is it because you've got something precious in that bag? How about this, we're not greedy. Leave a quarter for yourself, and give us three-quarters. We'll keep your secret, how about that?"
Another chimed in, "Right, leave the stuff, and we'll pretend we never saw you. Otherwise, you'll get a beating. Even if you escape, we can report you to the Police Bureau! When you turned in, the streetlight showed your face, and we've memorized it!"
Hearing this, Qin Siyang's feet, ready to flee, froze.
These three had seen him, which posed a risk of exposure.
If they really reported him to the Police Bureau, all his efforts would be in vain.
Suddenly, a murderous intent rose in his heart.
The fierce glint in his eyes was immediately noticed by the seasoned criminals who had long roamed the Gray Zone.
"Boss, this kid's got a hard look in his eyes!"
"He's going to fight? Ha, just a poor kid like him? If he's going to fight, it means the stuff in the bag is priceless! Let's kill him and take the riches for ourselves!"
With that, the three each drew a knife, lunging at Qin Siyang.
Qin Siyang had never killed before; it was just a fleeting thought.
For someone who had lived an ordinary life in a civilized society, killing wasn't easy.
He hadn't made up his mind to kill, but now he was cornered by three thugs.
"If fate wants you dead, don't blame me."
"Kid's got guts! Kill him!"
The three saw Qin Siyang had nowhere to hide, certain their blades would pierce him, already feeling triumphant.
However, their attack seemed like child's play to him, weak and powerless.
Qin Siyang threw a straight punch, swiftly hitting the nearest one's face.
As his fist connected with the man's nose, he felt the crisp snap of bones breaking.
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Blood sprayed from the man's mouth and nose.
"Thud!"
The man was sent flying by Qin Siyang's punch, landing seven or eight meters away, rolling a few more steps before stopping.
Qin Siyang's keen senses allowed him to witness the entire process of his lethal punch, his heart pounding with excitement.
He had killed!
The face, now unrecognizable, wore a strange expression, facing Qin Siyang and the other two thugs.
The two, seeing this, trembled with fear, realizing they had provoked a Sequence Ability User!
But fear aside, they didn't retreat.
They were fugitives with murder charges, knowing it was a life-or-death situation, begging wouldn't help!
The only way to survive was to kill Qin Siyang!
The two charged at Qin Siyang more frantically, knives in hand, ready to stab him.
Qin Siyang stepped back with his left leg, delivering a sweeping kick with his right to one man's waist.
More crisp sounds of bones breaking traveled up his leg.
The man bent at an unnatural angle, flung through the air with Qin Siyang's leg.
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As Qin Siyang retracted his leg, the flying man collided with the last thug rushing to attack him, both rolling back several times.
Qin Siyang didn't hesitate, leaping forward to the dazed man, raising his fist again.
"Spare me! I'll give you all the money I have..."
At this point, the instinct to survive led the thug to beg for mercy.
Qin Siyang didn't give him a chance to continue. His fist smashed into the side of the man's face, shattering his skull.
"Kill you, and your money is mine too."
After killing all three, Qin Siyang's murderous intent gradually faded, replaced by an inexplicable emptiness.
He sighed in a daze.
He hadn't expected to kill.
But it was self-defense, nothing more to say.
Moreover, Qin Siyang felt that killing these three might not be the end, but a beginning.
A beginning that would let him adapt to killing.
Qin Siyang silently encouraged himself, calming his body, trembling with tension from the act of killing.
Once calm, Qin Siyang didn't leave immediately. He remembered that in the Godslayer Camp, some Sequences could read the last memories of the dead.
To avoid exposure, he wrapped his fists with one of their shirts, smashing their faces beyond recognition, ensuring everything was in order.
After cleaning the scene, carefully removing bloodstains, and taking all the money from their clothes, he stuffed the three bodies into an abandoned dark warehouse.
He set a fire, burning the bodies and his blood-stained coat.
This was to prevent any Sequence Ability User from tracking him through the scent of the corpses.
Though he wasn't sure if such abilities existed, it seemed highly possible.
He chose this warehouse to avoid anyone tracking him by scent.
He noticed the muddy road in front of the warehouse had many different footprints, indicating many people had been there, which could confuse any scent trail.
To avoid leaving footprints in the mud, he cautiously leaped across the gravel with agility, leaving no trace.
"Hopefully, there won't be any problems."
Qin Siyang worried the fire might attract attention, so once the flames engulfed the three, he fled the scene at full speed.
This time, he ran with all his might, like a madman.
If anyone had seen him in that alley, they might have thought it was a speeding car, not a person.
Qin Siyang ran for over half an hour before returning to the main road.
His heart still raced from the thrill of his first kill.
But he was no longer panicked, his gaze more determined.
"I regret their deaths, but that's all."