First Experience with Passive Effects!

"Quick!"

"Suck!"

"Suck it up!"

"Suck it up fiercely!"

As he threw himself beside the corpse of the gang member in an extreme rush, Qi Jun screamed wildly in his mind.

Visibly, the corpse rapidly faded and decayed, as if time had sped up hundreds, thousands of times on this body.

First shriveling, then decaying, turning to bone, and finally to sand...

With a gentle breeze, even the last bit of sand dissipated into nothing.

Even the blood that had flowed from the corpse vanished without a trace.

Qi Jun saw this miraculous sight, and his eyes widened.

This...

This... This is just like Thanos snapping his fingers!

This [Mutated Gem] is too powerful!

Even the clothes on the body, even the bullets that had hit the corpse, left no trace?

All traces disappeared cleanly. Even the road soaked with spilled blood became dry and clean.

Is this the powerful [Mutated Gem]?

For a while, Qi Jun was stunned.

Although he had seen this kind of effect in movies a few times.

But only when Qi Jun faced it personally could he truly appreciate its magic.

At this time, Qi Jun's mindset also began to change.

After all, before this, Qi Jun was just an ordinary young man in society.

But now, Qi Jun has decided he wants to be a real powerhouse for the rest of his life!

One who could easily reach this level of power just on his own!

In the future, one who would be a thousand times, a million times, even a billion times more powerful!

Qi Jun: I don't want to go bald, but I must become stronger!

...

Thanks to the miraculous effect of the 'Undercover Sunglasses.'

Although Qi Jun had been lying here for a while, no one had looked at him, and not even a stray bullet had flown in this direction again.

But looking at the gang members fiercely battling each other, Qi Jun's eyes became even brighter!

[So many energy points!]

[They're all mine!!!]

"Huh~"

"Why is there only 0.5 energy points?"

"Is it taking half of the energy points?"

While scanning the battlefield and planning to scavenge, Qi Jun focused part of his mind on his consciousness and discovered the number of energy points he had gained from harvesting that corpse.

"So you mean, even if I harvest a living person, I can only get two energy points?"

"One energy point is worth two thousand dollars, two energy points four thousand dollars."

"Hisss~"

"Am I recycling a living person for four thousand dollars?"

Qi Jun looked over the combatants, about forty or fifty people.

"Hisss~"

"Isn't that like two hundred thousand dollars on the move?"

"Ah, spit!"

"As a successor of socialism."

"Even if I've traveled through time! I shouldn't have such discordant thoughts!"

"No! I must revisit the core values of socialism: harmony, freedom, prosperity!"

"Wealth! Prosperity! Wealth! Prosperity!"

"Money! Prosperity! Money! Prosperity!"

"Money! Money! Prosperity! Money!"

"Money! Spending money! Spending money! Money!"

"Huh?"

"Something seems off?"

"Never mind, let it be!"

"In this game of life, how can you get stronger without spending money!"

"For a harmonious society, let those moving amounts of money go."

"But the money lying there, if you don't pick it, it's a waste, you have to pick it up!"

"For spending money! For getting stronger!"

"Charge!!!"

Mumbling to himself, Qi Jun again dashed swiftly toward the next lying money!

"Spending money! As long as you spend money, you can become stronger!"

...

"hia~hia~hia~"

"Fight!"

"Fight fiercely!"

"It would be best if they both end up losing!"

"Even better if they annihilate each other!"

The gang members in the fight were unaware that someone was silently following them, quietly making a fortune.

While looking at the energy points in his mind and observing the fighting sides, strangely, Qi Jun felt no discomfort seeing blood for the first time.

For others, the more they've seen, the less they are fazed.

But looking at Qi Jun, it seemed the opposite was true. The battlefield, in his eyes, automatically decoded!

What would normally be terrifying wounds from gunfights, even rocket explosions, in Qi Jun's view, had completely lost their scary attributes, turning instead into shiny golden effects!

"Fight!"

"Why are you hiding?"

"Stand up!"

"Damn it!"

"You have an AK and still don't dare to suppress the enemy?"

"And you, holding a small broken pistol, not even aiming, are you shooting the air?!"

As the energy points in his mind stabilized at the number nine for quite a while, Qi Jun was frustrated with the gang members for not being competitive, wishing he could teach them how to fight properly!

Fortunately, Qi Jun didn't step out to do this.

Before this, although bundles of money lying on the ground were uncollected, Qi Jun was very happy to collect them.

But in the battlefield where bullets were flying, the 'Undercover Sunglasses' were effective only against people and surveillance, and they didn't work against stray bullets.

A stray bullet from nowhere hit Qi Jun's arm precisely.

At that moment, Qi Jun cried out miserably.

If not for the magical effect of the 'Undercover Sunglasses' and the booming gunfire of the combat center, Qi Jun would have been discovered long ago, unable to make a fortune secretly!

However, the passive protection effect of the [Mutated Gem] on Qi Jun was extremely impressive!

Qi Jun saw with his own eyes, under a mysterious energy field, the muscle pushed out the bullet that had torn his arm.

Then, under a tingling and numbing sensation, the torn arm instantly recovered to its original state, pale and tender.

If not for the sleeve torn by the stray bullet and the blood stains on it, you couldn't tell at all that this was an arm that had been shot.

Despite this, Qi Jun still didn't consider facing dozens of guns personally.

You should know, it really hurts! A bullet spinning at high speed, drilling through the skin and flesh, finally stopping in the bone—the pain is something Qi Jun absolutely does not want to experience again.

So, afterwards, scavenging, oh, wrong, scavenging money, Qi Jun's movements became even more flamboyant.

Qi Jun: You little mobile moneys, not voting or sending flowers, be careful, I might just pick you all up soon!