Translator: Atlas Studios
Editor: Atlas Studios
Over the next few days, Li Ang repeatedly tested out the strength of the skill [Glandular Organ Stimulation- Adrenal Gland].
His usual physiological function was similar to an average professional athlete’s. After getting a shot of adrenaline, his athletic abilities were akin to the abilities of a national-ranking athlete who could fight on the world champion stage.
In other words, Li Ang could reach the pinnacle of human physiological function if he used this skill.
Of course, the side effects were very severe. His body would start shaking, his breathing would become labored, and his eyes would get bloodshot. He would start sweating large amounts of cold sweat, and his heartbeat would be fast and irregular. Also, he would feel extremely nauseous, and his head would feel like it was going through a grinder.
Fortunately, these side effects were tolerable by Li Ang, who had long since mastered the Kubark Interrogation Manual of America’s intelligence agency.
Also, he had tested numerous interrogation techniques on himself. Compared to those frightening torture methods, the side effects of this skill were nothing.
After killing the black corpse, Li Ang had realized that modern light arms like the assault rifle were insufficient when it came to injuring the various monsters in the game.
He would need anti-materiel rifles, anti-tank individual rocket launchers, military flamethrowers, mortars, howitzers, mustard gas…
Li Ang was indeed good at making stuff. However, there was no way he could make such weapons in his own living room without being detected by the state surveillance system.
“It would be great if I was in Africa. I could even have made an M388 Rocket Launcher,” Li Ang thought.
The M388 Rocket Launcher had been invented after World War Two by the North Atlantic Treaty Organization so it could guard itself against the Soviet Union.
Despite being used for tanks, it had no armor-piercing shell or High Explosive Squash Head.
Instead, it had a miniature light-weight nuclear bomb containing the equivalent of 250 tons of trinitrotoluene. Its firing range reached 4 kilometers.
The most terrifying aspect was that the radiation radius of the M388 Rocket Launcher’s light-weight nuclear bomb head was greater than its firing range…
In other words, the user would be prepared to die upon firing the bomb.
I am prepared to kill myself.
Li Ang was not tooting his own horn when making that claim. The construction of the nuclear weapon was not difficult. He might have purchased two sets of African locally-produced yellowcake if not for the pressure of the customs supervision.
“Damn it. I’m afraid I do not possess sufficient firepower…”
In conclusion, Li Ang, who did not possess the means to purchase and create heavy arms at the moment, could only repair the equipment on hand and turn his attention to the Dharma instruments in folklore.
Jingan Temple, also known as Jingan Ancient Temple, was situated in the center of Yin City. Its history could be traced back to the Three-Kingdom period, when it had been originally known as the Chongxuan Temple. During the Song Dynasty around 10,008 to 1,016 AD, its name had been changed to Jingan Temple and it had become one of the oldest temples of the entire country.
The world changed with time, so the ancient temple had become a tourist attraction. Because it was the weekend of summer, many tourists from all over the country were queuing to take photos of the temple.
Wang Congshan stood in the queue, wearing a straw hat, a pink shirt, and blue shorts. She was holding onto a popsicle as she swung her white slender legs in front of Li Ang. “Hey, don’t you dislike religion? Why did you ask me to accompany you to the Jingan Temple today?”
“My name is not ‘Hey’ but Chu Yuqian.”
Li Ang replied with an olden-day accent, “I do dislike religion and I have always thought that Buddhist monks are no good.”
“And yet you came?”
“I was too bored this weekend, so I decided to take a walk.”
Li Ang casually threw the wooden stick of the popsicle by the roadside and said, “I intend to ask you out to the zoo. Yin City’s zoo is inhumane. There are no marked prices for the animals inside. How could we purchase them as visitors?”
“Purchase them for what?” Wang Congshan rolled her eyes. Then, she pointed to the popsicle stick Li Ang had thrown to the ground and said, “Littering is considered bad behavior. There are foreigners here.”
Li Ang fell silent for a moment, as he had realized that such behavior was indeed not good. Therefore, he picked up the wooden stick, pretended to give himself a slap and hollered using a Kansai region accent in Japanese, “すみませえん!”
Everyone around them looked over. Wang Congshan, who was used to Li Ang’s antics, simply pretended not to know Li Ang.
After waiting for a long time, Wang Congshan and Li Ang finally entered the temple. The former took out her cell phone to take pictures, while the latter secretly observed the interior of the temple to find any possible Dharma instruments the temple could possess.
After all, the Jingan Temple was one of the oldest temples in the entire country. This would make the greatest spot for hiding any supernormal items passed down from the ancient past.
Previously, he had used wicker to kill a possessed ghost. He had gotten the idea from folklore books like the Records of Alien Sightings, the Records of Signs from the Unseen Realm, the Notes of Divine Marvels, and the Miscellaneous Morsels from Youyang.
It was pure coincidence that wickers could defeat ghosts. The wicker would be useless against an even more vengeful ghost.
This place might already have been repeatedly searched by the official organization, but coming here to secretly check out the items of the folklore and to spy on the Buddhist monks sounded like a great idea.
The two of them visited the main hall, the gates of the monastery, the Heaven King Hall, the bell tower, the Guanyin Hall, and the Mani Hall, taking photos of the architecture along the way. They also saw several Buddhist Dharma instruments like the Buddhist altar, the vase, the incense burner, the Buddhist wooden fish, and the prayer beads.
Li Ang even took a risk and activated his spiritual sight as he was wearing a pair of sunglasses. However, he failed to find any traces of the supernatural.
The abodes in this temple were all mortals with no spiritual sense. Li Ang silently mocked at his previous thoughts of purchasing consecrated Dharma instruments for himself and Wang Congshan.
As the two of them walked out of the Hall of Great Strength, they saw a group of people wearing firefighting uniforms dashing into the Jingan Temple, sealing the gates, and chasing away the tourists within.
“The natural gas pipeline underground has leaked. Please leave this place in an orderly fashion by following the instructions of the employees.”
A firefighter shouted into a loudspeaker as he stood on a fire truck that had entered the temple.
The tourists, who had come from all over the world, were naturally unhappy about it. However, their life was still the most important so they chose to follow the instructions and evacuate the temple.
Li Ang, who sensed that something was amiss, purposely walked out last. He saw around eight monks in gray lifting a stretcher among the crowd of “firefighters” as they hastily ran across the square.
The stretcher was covered with a layer of white cloth, hiding the thing underneath. Based on the way these monks were stumbling, the thing on the stretcher had to be very heavy.
Crack!
The sound of wood breaking was heard. Then, the stretcher tilted and fell on top of a monk.
The monk below the stretcher seemed to get crushed by a heavy steel ball. His face turned purple, his limbs convulsed, and he was incapable of speaking.
Before the surrounding “firefighters” could approach and help, a monk had already grabbed hold of the stretcher.
This young frail monk looked like a fair and beautiful lady. The mole near his eye gave him a “bewitching” look.
He got hold of the stretcher and let out a shout as his frail body suddenly grew. He grew much taller and the bulged muscles lifted his robe high, as though he was a monster wrestler of World Wrestling Entertainment.
“Get up!”
The youngster gritted his teeth, lifted the stretcher like a weightlifter, and dragged the trapped monk out from below it.
Thump! The stretcher slammed onto the floor, causing cracks to form on the marble pavement.
A faint gust of wind blew. The heavily-panting young man straightened up, rearranged his robe, turned, and happened to look in Li Ang’s eyes.
He blushed and then looked down. His face turned a beautiful shade of pink that gave him a charming look.
Li Ang felt chills run down his spine, not only because of the monk but also due to the stretcher. The white cloth on the stretcher was lifted by the gust of wind, revealing a dry, black-haired corpse with its upper body missing.