Master of Kaidan-Chapter 600: Ambulance Demon’s First Battle Setback
"What kind of demons and ghosts are these?"
As Feng Xue crossed the suddenly appearing gate, his vision went completely black—not from darkness or blindness, but simply obscured by a dense array of characters.
This goddamn world was clearly made up of True Objects, yet they were each adorned with a multitude of floating texts, nearly filling up Feng Xue’s entire field of view.
"Phew..." Feng Xue sighed in resignation and said,
"Activate the transmission function, delay set to 0.001s."
"Understood." The on-board computer of the Masked Rider responded, and the text in front of him rapidly disappeared.
As I’ve said before, Feng Xue’s Golden Finger required direct sight to be effective, and this sight included the real-time broadcasting from cameras, such as the built-in display of the Masked Rider Armor or the interface of the Mechanical World, which all met the conditions for using the Golden Finger.
However, on the flip side, even a millisecond of delay could lead to the failure of his Golden Finger.
Of course, doing so would reduce his visual acuity, but with spiritual intuition and Circle Realm perception, the impact wasn’t very significant.
But even with that brief glimpse, it was enough to understand the hidden characteristics beneath the normal surface of this world—
Highly active information.
It was unclear if this world was inherently special, if it was due to faith, or if it was a trap set by some deities of this world through their powers. In any case, even on the bodies of real people in this world, there were loads of highly active tags (normally, the protagonist wouldn’t see tags on living people).
Considering the explosion of the Green Lantern, these tags could be adhesive or conductive in nature, automatically combining with foreign tags and thereby creating transient phantasms or Kaidan and the like. The shattering of Green Lantern’s tag was likely because her Eastern Country tag was directly snatched away by the little boy, resulting in the creation of something as outrageous as the "Eastern Country Boy."
"So, if I had the tag of a priest... Shit, I can’t think, I just can’t!"
Feng Xue cast out thoughts from his mind that were outrageous enough to get him cycled through war after war in the educational hell of reincarnation. Only then did he begin to look around at where he was.
Different from the usual door-crossing, this time he did not appear behind a door but arrived directly at a relatively narrow alley entrance, with a bustling commercial street in front of him and a dark alley behind him. On the ground, he could see discarded pull tabs and balloons, giving him a sense of déjà vu from Columbia.
"Usually at times like this, there would be..."
"Bro, haven’t seen you around here before? The guys and I are a little strapped for cash, so how about lending us some money..."
Hearing the sudden voice behind him, Feng Xue smirked, turned his head, and saw several black-clad ATMs approaching with odd smiles on their faces.
Then they realized, why did the person in front of them seem even happier than they were?
"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
Three seconds later, the black-clad ATMs lay on the ground. But just as Feng Xue took out his phone, ready to check the structure of ambulances in this world, the several fallen black-clad ATMs suddenly began to distort in ways impossible for humans, prompting Feng Xue to swiftly step back and turn off the delay to observe the tags above their heads.
At that moment, all the tags on their bodies started to twist, then shattered rapidly like ominous mosaics above their heads, and reformed.
Following this, a loud shattering noise and the sound of metal twisting exploded in his ears. Moments later, jammed in the narrow alley was a...
"Combine harvester?"
Feng Xue stared dumbfounded at the machine in front of him, momentarily at a loss, but as the crowd gathered around, he immediately invoked the ’right, right’ spell to erase his presence and blend into the onlookers, listening to their discussions.
Then he heard:
"Who has no public decency? Don’t they know that agricultural machinery can’t enter the city?"
"Am I the only one curious about how the heck this thing got stuck in here?"
"Who knows? Stuff like this used to happen every now and then, and no one ever came forward to explain it. Maybe some research institute is experimenting with transmission technology?"
"What kind of transportation experiment would use agricultural machinery?"
"Then you tell me, what’s going on?"
...
"It looks like the people in this world don’t have the knowledge, is it only foreign Kaidan that can cause this? Or is it blocked by something?"
Feng Xue pondered slightly, but didn’t think it was because the people of this world hadn’t figured out a pattern. After all, if this wasn’t an occasional event but a frequent problem, then even the dumbest would have come up with some rules.
Speaking of which...
"It seems there are only black and white people in the street. Is this a Euro-American country? Or does this world not have Asians? Well, it could also be early times when Asians were counted among Caucasians?"
Feng Xue mused, then his expression darkened as he found his Plunder Power was locked.
"Hmm, is it some sort of hellish joke like ’if you capture a black person, they become merchandise’? Hmm, one black person is a cotton picker, three become a combine harvester?"
Thinking of this, he immediately took out his phone to find the electronic wooden fish he had downloaded from his cyber Bodhisattva neighbor. As the wooden fish began to beat, his mood instantly lifted.
"Good thing I downloaded this before. Uh-huh, after going back to the sixty-first floor, I’ll chat with the Bodhisattva some more. To get by in this world, one wooden fish might not be enough. I should get a whole set..."
Feng Xue shrunk the electronic wooden fish and placed it in the upper left corner, opened the browser to access the local network, and then his face darkened.
Because this place was not the Four Poles he had imagined, but a small country situated between the Ideal Country and White Forest Country. Since it was in the capital, it could still be considered stable, but looking at the top search rankings about the war briefings between White Forest Country and Ideal Country, Feng Xue could feel the pressure of being squeezed between major powers.
"Good thing I’m not a local."
Feng Xue thought for a moment, adjusted his Hermit identity disguise, and then printed a student ID from his educational hell experience.
Don’t underestimate this thing. As a phantom object, it had the ability to "verify identity." Even if no one knew the school from the educational hell, they would still recognize its authority and legitimacy.
This might not be incredibly important in the quasi-ancient era, but in the modern societal environment like the present, a legitimate identity was undeniably important.
After completing all this, Feng Xue took out his alligator wallet, an expensive steel pen, put on a ring, and tucked the pocket watch into his pocket. To the casual observer, he no doubt appeared to be a wealthy second-generation kid, while those with some insight would understand that this must be a big shot from Byron.
Checking his current look in his phone’s reflection, Feng Xue slung his beloved guitar case over his shoulder and flashed a satisfied smile—
"Perfect!"
