Chapter 3

Randy vaguely remembered that the coast near the small town had ample water and was rarely visited—a perfect spot.

"Let's bury it tonight, but since it's still early, I can have a meal first."

Before Randy could prepare the ingredients, the ceramic jar began to show signs of activity, with a faint rustling sound indicating that the seeds were starting to sprout.

"Epic quality is so impressive? The results are so quick?"

With that, he couldn't afford to delay any further.

The Xue/Shaw family's location was in the outskirts of the town, and there weren't many people around at night.

Thus, Randy packed the ceramic jar into his backpack.

He changed into a completely black outfit, strapped on the backpack, and rode a bicycle out.

As he passed by Carrie's house, he paused to observe.

The lights were already off, and if he listened carefully, he could hear occasional faint sobs.

"Carrie? That name sounds familiar."

Randy didn't think much of it—after all, many foreigners share names, especially in South Asia. If you called out "Park Min-jun" on the street, you'd likely get a few hundred responses.

Randy, feeling weak, pedaled harder and quickly reached the coast.

The tides were constantly shifting, and to the left of the coast were towering cliffs with beautiful scenery, where the wealthy resided.

Below the cliffs was Randy's ideal planting site.

"This place is rarely visited and well-hidden. Even if someone comes to the beach, they wouldn't come here. After all, the underwater area is full of sharp rocks that could easily cause injuries."

Randy stripped off his clothes and entered the water. With his water affinity, there was little difference between underwater and on land; he was as agile as a fish.

After finding a spot with ample mud and sand, he buried the ceramic jar.

Interestingly, the soil and seawater in the jar remained distinct, with no signs of leakage.

When he checked again the next day, the mud and sand would likely be affected, turning into an extremely yin place.

Once everything was confirmed, Randy resurfaced and got back on land.

The next steps were simpler: just wait for the sprouting.

However, over the next fourteen days, he needed to keep a close eye on the situation to prevent any mishaps.

This was Randy's most delicate method; he couldn't let anyone ruin it.

Otherwise, the next step would be to use the Human Emperor Flag!

Randy put on his clothes and rode his bicycle back.

He didn't stop when passing by his house. He planned to buy some food at the town's supermarket to last for the next two weeks, and also purchase some detection equipment to set up around the lotus.

The situation in the United States was different from East Asia, with a very obvious characteristic of sparse population and vast land.

There were only a few scattered households around the small town, and one had to go to the midtown or uptown for shopping.

For example, Randy's home was in the outskirts of Deli Town, where there wasn't even a convenience store within a one-mile radius. There were only ten households in total, eight of which had moved to town, leaving only the Xue family and Carrie's family still living there.

But such a remote place was also advantageous for hiding one's tracks.

It took Randy half an hour to reach the town. Along the way, he noted details like where the streetlights started and where the surveillance cameras were.

Once in town, Randy first found a barbecue restaurant and ordered a feast of meat.

He needed to replenish his strength.

After the meal, Randy went to the town's Walmart with his shoulder bag.

He purchased a lot of frozen meat and long-lasting vegetables. Since his car was still being repaired, he couldn't carry everything on his bicycle, so he left his address and arranged for the supermarket to deliver the items the next day.

In addition, Randy bought wireless detection equipment, some instant food, and functional drinks.

"Randy?"

"It's really this kid!"

Randy, who was shopping for items, turned around and saw the source of the voice.

Two young men, one in black and one in white, both dressed in hip-hop style.

Randy furrowed his brow.

On closer inspection, these two seemed to be former classmates of the original owner of this body—people who were notorious for bullying.

The blond-haired youth provocatively approached and even grabbed Randy's face.

"Why haven't you been going to school lately? It's been less fun without you around."

The other young man, a Black guy, displayed his racial talent by selecting a lot of snacks from the shelves and throwing them into Randy's shopping cart.

"You've got money now, Randy, buying so many things. You might as well get me some too?"

Noticing Randy's lack of response, the blond-haired youth's expression quickly turned fierce:

"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood? Need a ride to cheer you up?"

He also kicked over the shopping cart.

Randy frowned.

Creating a scene here was not ideal. If something went wrong, he would be the first suspect.

Before Randy could speak, a nearby supermarket staff member approached with a frown.

"Hey, what are you doing? Don't cause trouble here."

The staff member was primarily concerned about the potential damage to the shelves and the subsequent clean-up.

"I know you. You're Carl, and you're Robert. Should I call your parents?"

Carl was the blond-haired youth, and Robert was the Black guy.

Both lived in the town, so their bad reputation was well known.

"Alright, alright, we won't cause trouble on your turf."

Seeing the staff member intervening and attracting the attention of other customers, the two couldn't continue their antics.

Robert grabbed a large amount of snacks and dumped them into the shopping cart, threateningly saying:

"Remember to pay for these. You know what'll happen if you don't."

Carl shrugged and made a slashing motion across his neck towards Randy.

"Just listen to Robert, and you won't get beaten up. We'll be waiting for you outside the supermarket."

After saying this, they whistled and left.

Randy merely glanced at them sideways and quietly set the cart back up.

The staff member, seeing that Randy hadn't said a word, thought he was scared and asked:

"How about it, kid? Do you want me to arrange for you to leave through the back door?"

"No need. I'll have a good talk with them and tell them bullying isn't right."

Randy was actually troubled by the lack of nutrients for his flowers, and these two were just perfect for that.

Now, he needed to think carefully about how to lure these guys to the shore.

His weak body couldn't handle so many people.

The staff member smirked dismissively and didn't bother further, as long as there was no trouble on his watch.

Randy pulled his hood up again and organized his items.

With his frail appearance, no one should think of him as a threat, right?