After thinking hard and coming up with nothing, Gao Ming could only blame the God of Transmigration.
Perhaps the old man’s eyes were failing him, and he had misread the coordinates, sending Gao Ming to the wrong dimension.
Gao Ming recalled that the protagonists in novels always got a “golden finger” after transmigrating.
He thought about his own situation.
While he didn’t believe he was some Dragon Overlord with a protagonist’s destiny, he was still part of the transmigrated army.
More importantly, he had been sent to Marvel—a high-risk world.
If he hadn’t been given a golden finger, he definitely wouldn’t survive past the third episode.
*So, what is my golden finger?*
“System?” Gao Ming whispered.
…Dead silence.
*Looks like I don’t have a System,* he thought, ruling out the System-genre.
Then he tried calling out, “Old Grandfather?”
…Still dead silence.
“Beauty?
Handsome guy?
Senior?
Big shot?…” Gao Ming stubbornly tried several different titles, but unfortunately, the legendary “Old Grandfather” or any such entity failed to appear.
“Tch… No spirit inhabiting me. At least I don’t have to worry about being possessed in the future,” Gao Ming consoled himself sullenly after discovering no badass Old Grandfather would show up.
Still, Gao Ming firmly believed he must have a golden finger…
If he didn’t, he’d just have to wait to die.
After his theories about a System or an Old Grandfather were shattered, Gao Ming started rummaging through the room again, searching for things like rings, necklaces, jade pendants, or old, tattered books… and stuff like that.
According to the tropes, these unremarkable little objects were often god-tier artifacts of extreme power, and a raggedy old book was bound to hide a world-shaking cultivation manual or a treasure map…
*Yeah, it’s gotta be like that.* To prove his theory, Gao Ming enthusiastically began his search.
Drawers, under the bed, the gaps between books on the shelves…
Half an hour later…
“Damn it, this is all a lie!”
After thoroughly searching the entire room three times, Gao Ming gloomily declared the treasure hunt a complete failure.
His second self was a total frugal bookworm; there were no charms or pendants anywhere.
The bookshelves were packed with all sorts of books, but they were all ordinary ones.
*Damn, not even a single comic book.
Just how boring was “I”?*
Silently roasting his second self, Gao Ming reverted to his salted-fish state and flopped limply onto the bed.
“Earth is so dangerous. I want to go back to Mars… Uh, no, there are still a bunch of big shots in the universe. The whole universe is just too dangerous…”
When the three most common “golden finger” tropes—a System, a helpful Old Grandfather, and a sealed divine artifact—all failed to materialize, Gao Ming gave up hope of possessing one.
*Alright… let’s try one more.
Let’s see if I’ve awakened a superpower…
Come on, spit some silk…
Heh, nope…
Okay, spit some fire…
Bah, nope…
How about turning invisible?
Well, actually…
HOLY SHIT!!!*
As he was randomly reciting the names of various abilities, Gao Ming’s eyes suddenly widened.
Of course, his expression was completely invisible now because…
Gao Ming had vanished.
To be precise, Gao Ming had turned invisible!
“Waaaaah!” Without worrying about disturbing his neighbors, Gao Ming screamed in shock at his sudden invisibility.
He looked up, down, left, and right, carefully examining his current state.
He was indeed completely invisible.
If he hadn’t been able to touch things, Gao Ming would have thought he’d kicked the bucket without even realizing it and become a ghost.
*Since I can turn invisible, can I turn back?* Ignoring his neighbors’ curses and complaints, Gao Ming concentrated and kept thinking: *Deactivate invisibility!
Change back!* A second later, Gao Ming’s body reappeared.
“Haha… I’m fucking awesome!”
Confirming he’d gained the power of invisibility, Gao Ming burst into laughter, delightedly turning invisible and visible again and again.
*Bang!
Bang!
Bang!*
The rough pounding on the door startled Gao Ming.
His first instinct was to shut up and keep quiet, but then he remembered his invisibility power.
*Why the hell should I be scared?* He’d be shaming the reputation of all transmigrators if he kept acting like a coward.
With the power of invisibility backing him up, Gao Ming’s confidence soared.
He marched toward the door and roared furiously, “Yeah, I’m being loud! Got a problem? Come bite me, you fuckers!”
Though Gao Ming could now speak English fluently, he still instinctively swore in Chinese.
His American neighbors couldn’t understand a word, but the last phrase was clear enough for them to get the gist.
They had already looked down on Gao Ming for his Chinese heritage, but to see this usually timid “yellow monkey” fighting back infuriated them.
A burly white man with a face full of scars stormed up to Gao Ming’s door, pounding on it in a rage.
“Hey, kid! You’ve got a lot of nerve today! Come out here and talk to Uncle Frank!”
*Damn it, it’s Frank, the thug from the nearby bar…*
Sifting through the memories of his second self, Gao Ming recalled the man’s identity.
As a hired thug, Frank wasn’t some notorious underworld kingpin, but his ruthless brutality was well-known throughout the apartment complex.
*Shit, I’m so screwed…*
Instinctively, Gao Ming prepared to activate his invisibility to hide and find an opening to strike back.
But then he hesitated—wouldn’t exposing his power cause even more trouble?
This world was teeming with advanced technology.
Who knew if S.H.I.E.L.D. agents would show up at his door and drag him off for experimentation?
Before he could decide, the door was violently smashed open.
Frank strode in, a vicious grin plastered on his face.
“What the fuck, this door is a piece of shit!” Gao Ming couldn’t help but curse out loud at the sight of his door being so easily broken.
Frank didn’t understand the words, but the tone was unmistakably hostile.
He flew into a rage.
“You’re dead, you yellow monkey!” Frank snarled, swinging a heavy hand toward Gao Ming’s face.
Before the blow even landed, the rush of air whipped across Gao Ming’s cheek.
A chill ran down his spine, and he hastily threw up his arms to protect his head.
Frank’s palm struck Gao Ming’s arm with a heavy thud.
Surprisingly, such a powerful blow didn’t make Gao Ming retreat a single step.
“Huh?” The two of them uttered the sound in unison, their faces etched with confusion.
Frank was stunned.
*How could his strike fail to knock this little bug to the ground?* Gao Ming, on the other hand, was equally bewildered.
*Is Frank just a weakling?*
*What’s going on?* Both were filled with deep confusion.
Failing to knock Gao Ming down in one blow, Frank felt utterly humiliated.
Hearing the neighbors outside whispering and seemingly doubting his strength, he flew into a rage.
“You brat, you’re dead!” he roared at Gao Ming.
Frank was desperate to pummel Gao Ming to reestablish his fierce reputation in front of everyone.
Seeing Frank swing his fist like a madman, Gao Ming felt much calmer.
Although he still didn’t understand his own situation, Frank’s attacks didn’t seem all that powerful.
He feigned composure and reached out to grab the incoming fist, though his heart couldn’t help but race a little faster.
Gao Ming seized Frank’s wrist.
Frank tried to shake it off, but his wrist remained locked in a vice-like grip.
A look of wariness flashed in his eyes.
With his right hand pinned, Frank immediately clenched his left fist and swung it with all his might at Gao Ming.
Gao Ming reacted faster.
Before Frank’s left fist could land, he threw a punch, striking Frank squarely in the stomach.
*Bang!*
The blow sent Frank flying.
He slammed into the corridor wall, foaming at the mouth, his eyes rolling back as he lost consciousness.
A few neighbors who hadn’t managed to get out of the way were knocked down by Frank’s body, and they stared at Gao Ming in terror.
Seeing this scrawny guy send the burly Frank flying with a single punch was like watching an ant defeat an elephant.
The neighbors couldn’t believe it, but the scene before them left no room for doubt.
When Gao Ming’s gaze swept over them, someone let out a scream.
Like a signal, the crowd scrambled back into their apartments, frantically bolting their doors shut and cowering inside.
“Hahaha…” Seeing the neighbors who had always bullied and ostracized him scurry away in terror, Gao Ming felt a surge of satisfaction and burst into unrestrained laughter.
After his emotions settled down a bit, Gao Ming looked at his broken door lock and couldn’t help but worry.
“I can’t close the door properly. I’ll have to call someone to fix it tomorrow. I wonder if a thief will break in tonight…”
But then he remembered his newfound, inexplicable strength, and Gao Ming stopped worrying about such trivial matters.
Looking at Frank, who was unconscious and embedded in the wall, Gao Ming grinned triumphantly and casually closed the door.
It didn’t matter that the lock was broken.
Gao Ming was actually looking forward to some brave souls coming along so he could test out just how hard his fists were now.
He threw himself onto the bed, finally unable to contain his excitement, rolling around and bouncing up and down.
“Hell yeah!!!”
As if trying to shake off all his previous frustrations, Gao Ming kept shouting and whooping for nearly half an hour.
His neighbors on both sides were terrified, worried the guy had finally snapped and would come after them next.
The adrenaline rush was only temporary.
As Gao Ming gradually calmed down, he began to think about the strange transformation he had undergone.
“There’s no doubt about it. I’ve gained the power of invisibility, and my strength has increased significantly. Huh? This feels familiar. Where have I seen this before… Wait a minute.”
As if remembering something, Gao Ming’s face showed a mix of surprise and nervousness.
He carefully recalled all the related information he had ever encountered, took a deep breath, and a thought formed in his mind.
The next moment, as if a sudden bout of narcolepsy had struck, Gao Ming’s eyes closed, his body went limp, and he collapsed onto the bed, motionless and devoid of any sign of life.
The entire room fell silent, save for the “tick-tock, tick-tock” of the clock hanging on the wall.
Gao Ming seemed to have truly fallen asleep, but no one knew—nor could anyone see—that he was floating in mid-air, his soul separated from his body and invisible to the naked eye!
Looking at his own body, then back at his astral-projected self, Gao Ming already knew what his “golden finger” was.
He drifted back to his body, then tilted sideways.
His soul and body merged once more.
Gao Ming’s eyes snapped open, his face filled with irrepressible joy.
He exclaimed his newly formed hypothesis with utter excitement: “A talisman!”