From a beggar on South Street to the supreme devil

Chapter 1 South Street Beggar
Yanyang City.

The afterglow of the setting sun illuminates South Street.

Several men stood in front of the South Street entrance and stopped a little beggar.

The tall man in the lead, with a pipe in his mouth, looked at the dusty little beggar in front of him.

"How much money did you beg today, kid?"

The little beggar was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and was dressed in rags.

He put on a smiling face at this moment: "Thanks to you gentlemen, I got eight copper coins today."

As he spoke, he took out a rag bag from his bosom, counted out three copper coins, and handed them to the leading man in front of him.

"This is today's regular payment. Mr. Gao, please count it."

Mr. Gao weighed the copper coin in his hand, glanced at him sideways, and snorted, "Not enough."

Upon hearing this, the little beggar hurriedly took out two copper coins from his rag bag and respectfully placed them in the hand of the man in front of him.

Only then did Master Gao nod his head in satisfaction: "Not bad, the money was paid smoothly, there is no need for me to do it myself."

The little beggar half bowed, and smiled as he clasped his hands, "Master Gao is stationed here on South Street every day, so that evildoers and thieves dare not set foot on South Street. Beggars like us are protected by Master Gao, so it is natural that we should show more respect to him."

Mr. Gao responded.

"Well, that sounds good."

"I help you beggars like you to look after the house every day. I asked you to pay some fees but you refused and had to suffer some physical pain... I think you are a good guy."

As he spoke, Mr. Gao waved his hand.

"Okay, go ahead."

"Thank you, Master Gao."

……

"Damn, these bastards..."

The little beggar clutched the empty rag bag in his hand, glanced fiercely at the thugs behind him, and then walked quickly into South Street.

When I looked up, I saw the streets were covered with mud.

In the corners of the streets and alleys, there are ragged figures huddled together.

"It's so hard to live in this shabby place."

The little beggar muttered something, took a deep breath, and went deep into South Street.

His name is Jiang Chen, and in his previous life he was a civil engineer who had just graduated half a year ago.

Wearing a low-quality safety helmet issued by the company, he was hit on the forehead by a piece of building material falling from a high altitude on the construction site.

When he woke up again, he had become a little beggar who had fled to Yanyang City.

As for the scene he just encountered,

This is a classic "collecting protection money" plot that has been used throughout the dynasties.

Beggars and vagrants wandered around the city during the day and had to return to South Street before nightfall, otherwise they would be expelled from Yanyang City by patrolling officials.

Gao Wei and his gang of hooligans bribed the police and, under the pretext of helping the government to manage South Street, they blocked the entrance of South Street and collected daily fees.

It was two cents before, and now it has increased to three cents, but this bastard took advantage of his young age and charged him two more cents.

"I will kill you all sooner or later..."

Jiang Chen pondered over this as he walked through the muddy alley and entered an empty ancestral hall.

There are almost no normal residents on South Street. It is said that more than ten years ago, a demon attacked and massacred thousands of people on South Street.

After that, no one dared to live in South Street anymore, so it became deserted and became the residence of beggars and vagrants.

The same is true for this ancestral hall, which might have been very popular a dozen years ago.

And now, it has just become the den of Jiang Chen and a few beggars.

There were several piles of thatch on both sides of the ancestral hall, with a few beggars huddled there.

Jiang Chen walked to the wall in two or three steps, sat down on the thatched straw, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out half a dry and hard pancake from his arms and swallowed it in three or two bites.

Rested for a while.

Jiang Chen stood up, picked up the wooden stick stuck in the thatch pile, walked to the side, and swung it out.

"call!"

Suddenly, a low sound of breaking air passed through the air.

A line of text suddenly appeared in my sight.

[Sap experience +1]

Jiang Chen's mind moved.

A translucent panel emerged three feet in front of him.

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[Sap: Level 920 (1000/)]

【Theft: Level 51 (1000/)】

[Acting Skills: Level 112 (1000/)]

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Half a month ago,

At the intersection of South Street, a stray dog ​​inexplicably stared at Jiang Chen and chased him for a long time, which made Jiang Chen angry.

So he picked up a street stick, went around behind it and hit it to death. Before Jiang Chen could clean up the body of the wild dog, the panel appeared in his field of vision.

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[Sap: Level 1 (1000/)]

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"This thing... is it a golden finger?"

Jiang Chen was stunned for a while at that time.

"Okay, okay, I knew that the time travel would be incomplete without the golden finger!"

He quickly accepted the arrival of the panel and spent half a day to roughly study the function of the panel.

Focus on practicing a skill, and when you reach a certain level of proficiency, the panel will record it.

Then the liver is done.

As the experience points increase during the process, Jiang Chen's proficiency in this skill will also increase rapidly.

In the past half month, in addition to [bludgeoning], he also figured out the two skills of [theft] and [acting].

【Theft】I didn’t dare to try.
After all, this matter is too risky. If he is caught accidentally, he has no confidence that his small body can withstand a beating.

[Acting skills] are used when begging on the streets, and are the core skills of beggars.

Jiang Chen begs every day to practice his acting skills.

After half a month, I successfully upgraded my [Acting Skills] from level zero to level one, and my performance ability has been improved to a higher level.

In the next two days, the money he earned from begging doubled from more than ten cents.

I can earn more than twenty coins every day.

When he was dealing with Gao Wei and those thugs just now, his sophisticated flattery was also due to his acting skills.

But this is just a temporary way to make a living. If you want to survive, you still have to find a way to improve your own strength.

The situation inside and outside Yanyang City is not peaceful.

……

"call--"

Jiang Chen focused his mind on the wooden stick in his hand, and low sounds of breaking through the air rang out in the ancestral hall.

The noise seemed to alarm the beggar nearby.

A weed-covered head popped out from a pile of thatch five steps away.

He had an untidy beard, a thin body, dull eyes, and was about thirty years old.

He seemed to have just woken up. He stared blankly at the wooden stick in Jiang Chen's hand for a long time before gradually regaining consciousness.

"Why are you practicing again?"

He scratched his head and said helplessly,
"Those martial arts geniuses in the storybooks are all fake. If you have such thoughts, you might as well find a way to make more money so that you can change your household registration to Yanyang."

This man's name is Qian Duobao, and it is said that he was once an apprentice accountant in a wealthy family outside the city.

But it seemed that he had a bad fate. After many twists and turns, he became a beggar. He had long lost his spirit and lived in a muddle every day.

He now lives in this ancestral hall and is Jiang Chen's neighbor. When Jiang Chen first arrived, he helped him a lot.

But in the past half month.

In order to gain experience in [Stupefying], Jiang Chen would practice with a wooden stick every day after begging.

Qian Duobao has always complained about this.

After hearing Qian Duobao's words, Jiang Chen continued to swing the stick in his hand and grinned: "Old Qian, you don't understand."

Qian Duobao was slightly stunned: "I don't understand? Do you think I have never practiced it?"

He shook his head, with a look of helplessness on his face.

"Who hasn't thought about practicing martial arts when they were young? But how many people can succeed?"

"I practiced for three years and invested everything I had, but I still got nothing."

"People who practice martial arts either have money or talent. We are poor and lowly people, so we can't practice anything."

After saying that, Qian Duobao huddled back into the thatched pile and lay down.

While practicing, Jiang Chen laughed and said, "What if I really learn something?"

Qian Duobao sneered and turned over in the thatch pile.

"I couldn't learn anything even with a master teaching me. If you can learn it by practicing blindly now, then there's nothing to say. From now on, you are my big brother."

After that, he stopped talking and continued to sleep.

Is he your elder brother?

You said this...

Jiang Chen blinked when he heard that and turned his gaze to the panel.

[Sap: Level 941 (1000/)]

In the past half month, Jiang Chen practiced [Stunning Club] for an hour each time, and could gain about fifty to sixty experience points every day.

Tomorrow, he will be able to reach the first level of [Stun].

Based on my previous experience of improving my acting skills from level zero to level one,
[Sap] should be able to get a huge improvement when it is upgraded.

Jiang Chen glanced at Qian Duobao beside him and thought to himself,

Upgrading [Stun] to the first level should be considered as practicing something...

(End of this chapter)