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Delusion of the Infinite Universe
墨書 Inktalez
The universe, endless.
Humanity is but a speck of dust within the cosmos. Even those monumental achievements that can be remembered through the ages are insignificant in the vastness of the universe, confined to the world that humans can perceive.
But what about the unseen world? Where does it exist? It resides in imagination, yet is detached from reality.
Long ago, Shasha did not think he was special compared to others; he was just an ordinary orphan, neglected and looked down upon, growing up amidst this indifference, stepping into society to earn a living.
But now? Shasha no longer thinks that way; he even feels that his life is quite extraordinary.
As he gazed around, the unfamiliar streets, strange passersby, and vibrant surroundings were things he could never find in his hometown. He clearly understood that he was no longer in the world he knew.
The pale skin, colorful hair, and diverse eye colors all indicated that this place was not home.
“America? Britain? Or Gaul?” Shasha murmured, his expression a mix of curiosity and confusion.
Just a moment ago, he was an ordinary graduate from a third-rate university, having just secured a job to make ends meet. Then a heavy object fell on him, knocking him unconscious, and when he woke up, he found himself in this strange world.
“Is this... a transmigration? It seems like it.” At first, Shasha doubted whether he was dreaming, but after pinching his thigh and feeling the pain, he realized everything was real.
He checked his surroundings and found nothing unusual; disappointment washed over him.
He had seen so many stories of transmigration where characters had protective powers or systems by their side or encountered miraculous fortunes. Yet now, after some time had passed, nothing had happened.
In such an unfamiliar environment, how could someone with no special skills like him find his footing? He was even an undocumented immigrant!
He rubbed his stomach as hunger pangs hit him, causing him to frown. A few bills featuring Grandpa Mao looked quite wealthy, but could they be used here? Perhaps no one would recognize this currency?
Scratching his head, Shasha sighed. Just at that moment of distraction, it seemed something was triggered; time around him suddenly froze as if the entire world had come to a standstill.
Then a strange and cold mechanical voice echoed, “Activation successful. Welcome to the Great Universe System.”
Shasha was taken aback for a moment before bursting with joy. He knew there would be benefits to this transmigration! Eagerly, he asked, “System, what functions do you have? Can you make me a billionaire? Can you...”
Suddenly struck by the System, Shasha felt as if he had just won five million in the lottery. This was how people were, driven by desire. He, who had achieved nothing, longed for easy gains because he lacked everything.
However, the cold response from the System felt like a bucket of ice water poured over him. "The System only provides shortcuts; it does not grant results."
Was it not about getting something for nothing? Instead, it meant he had to fight for it himself?
Shasha felt a bit dejected as he looked at his slender fingers, which were not rough but rather delicate. He had never done any heavy labor. Although he was an orphan and had matured earlier than many, that did not mean he could match the experiences of seasoned elders.
"What can I do? I can't do anything."
It wasn't self-deprecation; while he understood many life skills, he lacked any social skills.
"Considering this is the host's first time using the System, a beginner's gift package will be provided. The rewards are random; please claim them."
Shasha was taken aback by this announcement and eagerly clicked to open the beginner's gift package offered by the System.
Inside was a passport and an Identification, a semi-automatic handgun, and a test tube filled with blue liquid.
He knew what the passport and ID were, and he understood what a handgun was; the only thing he didn't know was what this test tube contained.
"Beginner Ability Potion. Upon use, you will gain a random basic superpower."
Shasha's eyes nearly bulged out at those words. In the past, he had envied the magical powers seen in movies or shows. Now that an opportunity lay before him, how could he let it slip away?
Without hesitation, he twisted open the test tube and gulped down its contents. He felt the potion spread through his stomach, that invisible magical force beginning to influence his cells and even his genes.
In the next moment, Shasha closed his eyes and then opened them again. After a moment of silence, his expression resembled someone suffering from constipation.
"What superpower did I actually get?"
The System replied in its usual cold tone, "The superpower obtained by the host needs to be explored on your own."
With a few bills of Grandpa Mao in his pocket and an unknown ability along with a handgun, Shasha had legally become a part of this world. What he needed to figure out most was what special power he had actually acquired.
In a restaurant, Shasha wandered outside, his stomach growling after nearly six hours without food. Although he longed for a free meal, he ultimately decided against it, considering his own situation.
Just as Shasha was about to turn and leave, the restaurant door suddenly swung open. Two burly men emerged, dragging a drunken middle-aged man with them, before unceremoniously tossing him onto the street.
"You should know better than to cause trouble here!" one of them shouted.
It seemed the man had been causing a ruckus inside the restaurant, which explained why he was thrown out. However, this establishment was no ordinary place; it was known as a nightclub, though most referred to it simply as a restaurant—a sort of unspoken rule.
Watching the unconscious drunkard squirm on the ground, Shasha's eyes flickered with interest. He thought to himself that borrowing some money from this guy shouldn't be an issue.
Looking around and seeing no one else nearby, Shasha crouched down and began searching the drunkard's clothes.
He found a wallet containing nearly several hundred dollars—just enough.
Shasha pulled out the cash, returned the wallet to its place, and breathed a sigh of relief as it seemed no one had noticed him.
"Buddy, I'm in a tough spot right now, so I'll just borrow a little money from you. I promise to pay you back double once I earn some," he muttered.
With that, he helped the drunken man up, hailed a taxi, and gave the driver the address he had seen on the man's ID. He handed over fifty dollars to ensure the driver would take him to his destination.
After completing all this, Shasha felt justified and prepared to find a fast-food joint to fill his stomach.
However, he was unaware that trouble was brewing.
Not long after Shasha left, several unexpected guests arrived at the restaurant.
The security guard sensed something was off with these arrivals and called for the manager.
The manager was someone who had seen his fair share of situations; noticing that these guests seemed unfriendly, he lowered his stance and asked politely, "Gentlemen, are you here to dine or looking for someone?"
The leader of the group, dressed in a wool coat and wearing a hat, looked mysterious as he pulled out a photograph from his pocket with his gloved hand. It was the same drunken man that Shasha had borrowed money from earlier.
"Have you seen this guy?" he asked.
The manager glanced at the photo and his expression shifted to one of confusion. "This man just caused a scene in the restaurant and has already been thrown out by our staff."
The mysterious individuals exchanged glances upon hearing this and promptly left the restaurant.
The manager let out a sigh of relief, but the mysterious figures were far from relaxed.
"This guy is someone BSS ordered us to eliminate. Go ask around about where that drunk man went after he left!" the leader commanded, pacing back and forth at the entrance of the restaurant as if waiting for his subordinates. In reality, he was replaying the previous scene in his mind.
Indeed, this leader was an ability user, though many preferred to call them mutants.
When Shasha's face appeared in the leader's mind, he recalled the actions of searching the drunken man thoroughly. His eyes snapped open, revealing a cold smile on his face. "Zai, what Jin Bing Boss wants is not so easily obtained!"
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