I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 336 A Bad Enough Day

Feng Xue's thinking was very clear. He had no idea what the foundation stone of the Dragon King Temple was for. Leaving it there was just for observation, and it was no different from leaving a small bell behind.

Why not take this opportunity to wreak havoc in Yuta, which would also strengthen the divine authority of Ghidorah?

As for how to do it?
Feng Xue didn't want to draw too much attention to herself. After summarizing the cards in her hand, she suddenly revealed a somewhat perverted smile.

"You want to intimidate cultivators with karma, huh? Let me show you what karma really is!"

……

A salty sea breeze, carrying coal smoke, swept through the waterways. Heitaro sat in front of the door, staring blankly at the last three sardines in the wooden basin. The dried bonito hanging under the eaves had long been torn away by creditors, and the Yuta Asahi Shimbun plastered on the wall still bore the headline that had been torn in half during the rice riots: "The Dawn of a New Era for Kosaka—".

"..." He gripped the cracked bamboo basket tightly, not even having the energy to curse, and could only numbly tidy up the fishing net, hoping for a glimmer of hope.

Mitsubishi Steamships chugged through the bay. Those iron-hulled ships equipped with German diesel engines hauled away 300,000 saury every day, while his cypress boat only caught seven small fish today—four of which still showed signs of being scraped by trawl nets.

Today's harvest was only enough for him to buy a few moldy dried plums. It was clearly unrealistic to expect him to feed his family of five. His eldest son carried his youngest daughter to the fishing port to collect fish bones, his wife was still peeling sardines at the cannery, and his elderly mother had at least survived the winter, but judging from her heavy breathing, it was hard to say how much longer she had.

The weather isn't great today, but he still plans to go out to sea again tonight...

"I should take a nap first, that way we can save some food." Heitaro thought to himself, and was about to go inside when suddenly his vision blurred.

The real world became illusory, and the dilapidated fishing village took on an elegant artistic conception, like a traditional Chinese ink painting. Heitaro didn't understand elegance; he only knew that he still had two children to raise and he couldn't just disappear like that.

As he ran, he suddenly saw a tree with a fruit hanging from it. The fruit was so tempting and sweet that he wanted to pick it, but then he remembered the story his mother had told him when he was a child: "If you encounter a spirit, you must not eat the food there." But the fruit seemed to exude some kind of magic; just smelling its aroma made him feel much younger.

"Delicious..." Before he could even come to his senses, a fruit was already in his mouth, and Heitaro was immediately startled—

"Oh my god, what do we do!"

However, before he could even begin to wonder if eating the fruit would prevent him from returning, the world before his eyes returned to its original state, and he was still sitting outside the door, with the fishing net still dripping water.

"So it's possible to come back? Sigh! Why didn't they leave half for Sachiko!"

Heitaro savored the sweet and refreshing aftertaste in his mouth, and couldn't help but regret eating too quickly. But then, a series of messages suddenly appeared in his mind.

"The Dragon King of a Thousand Years...blessing...revenge, judgment, destruction..."

The sheer volume of information overwhelmed Heitaro. He could feel that his body was vastly different from before, and according to the voice in his head, as long as he could…

"No, how can you kill someone!"

Xiao Min's cowardice made him suppress the crazy idea that had surfaced, and he thought to himself that with such a healthy body, he could probably catch more fish...

Just then, a far more jarring sound of wooden clogs echoed across the muddy path, causing Heitaro's heart to skip a beat. Ignoring his physical condition, he hurriedly turned and went inside, but it was clearly too late. The well-dressed tax official was fiddling with his gilded pocket watch, while his henchmen kicked open the door: "No. 37, Hachiri-cho, late payment fee for fishery tax: 2 yen and 70 sen."

Heitaro immediately said:

"Please grant me a few more days. I'll go fishing tonight, I'm sure I can..."

But who would think that a fisherman who only earns seventy sen (0.7 yen) even in peak season could earn this much money by fishing?

So no one paid any attention to his pleas. The tax collectors, wielding sticks, kicked him away. As they reached for his last remaining grain, the taut string finally snapped.

"Pfft!"

Hot, foul-smelling blood gushed from the pierced chest cavity. The tax collector stared in disbelief at the harpoon that had pierced his subordinate, momentarily losing the ability to think. The remaining tax collectors, seeing this, immediately swarmed forward. Unlike the high and mighty tax collector, their job was to bully people; now that someone dared to resist, naturally…

"puff!"

The harpoon, which looked rather harmless, became like a long spear in the hands of a seasoned general in Heitaro's hands, easily stringing several tax collectors together like a skewer of candied hawthorns.

At this point, Heitaro had lost the ability to think. His remaining rationality was only enough for him to realize that his family could not lose this last bit of food.

There's no going back.

Heitaro stared blankly at the scene before him, having just impaled the tax collector who was no different from a commoner before his death. Fear rose in his heart, but the information and power that surfaced in his mind also fascinated him.

"The inferior overthrows the superior..." He chewed on the Warring States story he had heard as a child, letting the smell of blood fill his nostrils.

He silently prayed, just as the knowledge in his mind told him. One by one, the corpses turned into dust. He wrapped up all the belongings with the scattered clothes and hid them in the hole under the tatami mat. He walked out of the small house whose door had been kicked open.

Whether by coincidence or not, at this moment, his gaze was fixed on the center of Youta City. It was a place that was so bustling and so far away, but even though he lived near Youta Bay, it was the first time in his life that he felt that it was terrifyingly close to him.

He grabbed the harpoon, casually tore off a strip of cloth and tied it around his head, then strode off toward that spot.

With each step he took, his figure changed; the fisherman's hunched and swaying steps became upright and powerful, his breathing became long and rhythmic, and his movements were constantly being subtly adjusted.

During this process, a power was slowly flowing within his body...

As he left the fishing village, he saw fishermen dressed similarly to himself, but looking like samurai. On the road, he saw laborers emerging from factories, looking like samurai. In the city, he saw porters, rickshaw pullers, and odd jobs, all looking like samurai.

While passing by a shopping mall I had never been to before, I happened to see my reflection in the glass window.

At some point, he also began to look like a samurai.

(End of this chapter)