In the young man's clear, black-and-white eyes, there was no anger, no hatred, no unnecessary emotions.
He came from the [Warring States World] and was Ying Zheng, the King of Qin.
From a young age, he was abandoned by his birth father and spent nine years as a hostage in Zhao, enduring countless humiliations, having long since seen the world's cold realities.
He held no expectations for anyone, not even Lü Buwei who saved him and brought him back to Qin, nor his mother who once sought warmth with him in times of crisis.
Therefore, even Lü Buwei's control over the court, his birth mother and Lao Ai's intent to kill him and establish a new king, his own brother's betrayal, and the court officials' watchful waiting and assessment of the situation…
None of it could shake his inner resolve.
"Fortunately, Lao Ai and Mother ignored me, and Lü Buwei underestimated me, allowing me to learn the secret arts of various schools."
Ying Zheng looked at the fabricated clay figurine, sat on its shoulder, and walked towards the village ahead.
Onmyoji Secret Art: Creation.
Though a secret art, it was the simplest and most superficial of techniques, a trick used by Onmyoji when traveling the jianghu to amuse children.
It could consume energy to create stiff clay puppets.
Thus, even under the surveillance of countless people, Ying Zheng could learn freely.
And…
Without anyone realizing it, he quietly cultivated this mischievous minor art to an extremely profound level.
The clay figurines that originally shattered upon touch, once created by him, were as solid as stone, capable of defending against enemies, and could be controlled with ease.
Such talent,
If discovered by an Onmyoji sorcerer, would surely be seen as a miracle, leading to his introduction to the Onmyoji patriarch and becoming the next successor of the Onmyoji.
Even if Ying Zheng were to reveal even a hint of it.
Whether it was Lü Buwei, or his birth mother who had found a new lover, they would both joyfully send him out of the Qin King's palace and into the Onmyoji.
But from beginning to end, Ying Zheng remained silent.
What he wanted was not to be the Onmyoji successor, nor the Onmyoji's helmsman, but to become a beast tamer.
Qin as a crane, the Six Kingdoms as cranes, the world as cranes…
Reincarnation Game?
It was merely an unexpected bonus; even without the favor of the Reincarnation Game, Ying Zheng was confident he could rule Qin and sweep across the world.
However, it was, after all, a sudden great aid that could help him complete his plans ahead of schedule.
Within the dilapidated village,
A group of Yoma roamed.
Ying Zheng was expressionless, as if unaware of the danger, and controlled the clay figurine to step in, not bothering to conceal the aura it emitted.
Tsunade was startled and said, "Is he crazy?"
Akainu, who had initially shown worry, immediately laughed, "If he seeks death himself, he can't blame others."
The top players all turned their heads.
They hadn't expected the potential player whose points were rising the fastest to actually seek death by rushing into a group of monsters.
One must know that these monsters adapted to the strength of the newcomers; even a super life form like Saint Lord could only crush monsters of the same level by relying on the advantage of his demon bloodline.
Even Saint Lord, when facing a dozen monsters at once, could only flee in disarray.
The black-haired young man actually chose to confront them head-on.
Mei Terumi also sighed in regret, shaking her head, "His potential is good, but his temperament is too poor. Is it because the previous monster hunts made him overconfident?"
She had thought she had bet on a potential stock, but unexpectedly, he was seeking death himself.
It seemed her reward points would be wasted.
Whitebeard, with his sharp eyes, said, "There are even two abnormal gluttons among them, not ordinary Yoma."
His Demon Slayer Corps had a relatively deep connection with the Claymore world.
Therefore, Whitebeard also had knowledge of Yoma information.
Among them, the abnormal gluttons were a very special type of Yoma, with astonishing appetites and strength far exceeding ordinary Yoma.
If one were to say,
The black-haired young man previously had a chance to escape, but in front of two abnormal gluttons, he didn't even have a chance to flee.
This trial, for the black-haired young man, ended here.
Just as Whitebeard shook his head, intending to withdraw his gaze, the clay figurine carrying the black-haired young man had already approached the Yoma in the front row.
Pfft.
The Yoma's sharp claws pierced through a chest.
What it pierced was another Yoma, not the clay figurine or the black-haired young man.
Blood rained down,
The Yoma's roars continuously echoed.
The clay figurine's thick, heavy legs, however, were surrounded by a layer of emerald green airflow, constantly moving through the center of the Yoma group.
Under Ying Zheng's control, it was like a slippery loach, completely untouchable by the Yoma.
Conversely, the Yoma, due to their large numbers, caused friendly fire when attacking each other.
Daoist School · Flowing Cloud Steps.
A crude martial art used by the noble children of the Seven Kingdoms to climb rockeries and lighten their bodies, best for outings and playful recreation.
According to the Reincarnation Game's judgment, it wasn't even considered the lowest-grade white skill.
But when applied by Ying Zheng, it was as if its quality had been enhanced by a [Reinforcement Scroll].
"Roar…"
The two abnormal gluttons let out furious roars, attacking from two sides, opening their thick arms, and surrounding Ying Zheng in the center.
Foul-smelling saliva dripped from their chins,
Four sharp claws swung out almost simultaneously, firmly locking onto Ying Zheng on the clay figurine's shoulder.
The monsters were not foolish; they knew attacking the clay figurine was useless, and that Ying Zheng was the one truly controlling it, so their attack was aimed at killing Ying Zheng on its shoulder.
Pfft.
Flesh and blood were torn apart, and the four sharp claws directly shredded it.
The top players watching shook their heads repeatedly.
Tsunade said regretfully, "No wonder he was so confident. He could use even the worst skill so deftly. If he were in the Ninja World, he would definitely be a ninja who maximizes his techniques, just like Minato Namikaze."
Aokiji also showed slight surprise, shaking his head regretfully, "If not for the two abnormal gluttons, he really would have toyed with and killed this group of Yoma."
"Truly astonishing potential and talent."
Akainu lowered his head, secretly contacting the Navy Alliance Intelligence Department, determined to recruit this black-haired new player into the Navy.
Battles in the Pirate World were all grand and open, with fists meeting flesh.
Even if there were some techniques, they were very shallow.
A technique-based player like Ying Zheng would definitely be the nemesis of Pirate World players; if he could be recruited into the Navy, he would be the greatest weapon for internal strife within the Pirate World.
"Once he becomes my disciple, I must severely temper his character."
Akainu thought to himself,
Although his talent and potential were strong, his personality was too impatient; he rushed into attack without even fully observing the enemy's strengths and weaknesses.
This hasty failure meant he couldn't continue to open the welfare treasure chests from the newcomer trial.
"Fake?"
The abnormal glutton's eyes widened.
The sensation of tearing Ying Zheng apart just now was wrong; it wasn't flesh and blood, but hard clay.
Bang.
A large hole appeared in the clay figurine's chest, and a pair of fair, tender arms reached out, thrusting a clay-made blade through the head of one abnormal glutton.
Although the other abnormal glutton reacted, without its companion's help, it could no longer pose a threat to Ying Zheng and was quickly killed by him.
All the Yoma in the entire village were scattered and killed in a short moment.
Looking at the black-haired young man, who was expressionless and bending down to pick up treasure chests, the top players all showed expressions of surprise.
"Was the one sitting on his shoulder a fake body?"
"No wonder he sat on its shoulder. Such a crude magical creation would show flaws once it left the controller. In fact, the black-haired young man's true body had always been hidden inside the clay figurine."
His true body hiding inside the clay figurine, creating a fake body to deceive enemies.
This tactic was not uncommon.
What was rare was that,
The black-haired young man actually managed to deceive a group of top players with a crude white skill, preventing them from discovering any clues.
This level of control, this talent and mastery in magic…
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