Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 131 Ants, how dare you steal my opportunity?!

Let's go back to noon on August 6th.

Chen Baiyu, who was watching the competition in the command center in the morning, was like a god who had accidentally visited the strife of mortals, and left the contestants' competition with disdain.

At this moment, he has transformed into a hunter.

All the nerve fibers in his body tightened at the cold prompts of the system, obeying the requirements of the mission "Hunting: Claws of Time" to reclaim that fragment of the immortal monument that was drifting in the cracks of time and space.

The scorching sun in Chengdu is like a giant furnace, relentlessly baking the earth, and the scalding air twists and steams on the streets.

However, Chen Baiyu, who was inside the subway, naturally didn't feel much heat.

Guided by fate.

He came here wanting to complete his mission.

Here, in addition to the regular rumble of the subway train, there is an even louder background noise from the voices of people right next to you.

This includes hushed phone calls, weary whispers between couples, a few suppressed coughs, and the occasional sound of a short video playing through the background, only to be quickly drowned out...

The carriage swayed slightly at the track junction for a moment, causing the crowd standing there to ripple like waves.

In this environment, Chen Baiyu appeared somewhat out of place with her quiet demeanor.

Or rather, it's a different kind of relaxation.

Unlike some people who anxiously check their watches or phones frequently, or look around with dissatisfaction.

He simply lowered his head slightly.

The jawline appeared somewhat harsh under the overhead light, but the gaze was not focused on the ground.

According to the guidance of fate.

The so-called [Immortal Monument Fragment] mentioned in that mission is nearby, but it's impossible to pinpoint its exact location in such a crowded situation.

Holding a jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe), his eyes wandered around, looking around, trying to find something different.

However, he didn't dare to gaze too openly.

Even as a superhuman, he still felt a sense of awe towards the dangerous subway.

Although this isn't a library, it's not impossible for something to be refined into a postgraduate entrance exam preparation pill and then instantly purified.

of course.

If someone were to do that, he certainly wouldn't mind starting a samurai duel.

all in all.

His eyelids were half-closed, and his gaze seemed to sweep over things lazily.

My gaze swept across the profile of the student with the backpack in front of me.

Acne, faint dark circles under the eyes from staying up late, and the faint sound of rock drums coming from the headphones.

It doesn't look special.

Then his gaze naturally drifted to the glass car window next to him.

The car window reflected blurry, swaying figures, like a distorted kaleidoscope.

Using the reflected light, Chen Baiyu's gaze seemed to focus for a moment, looking at the image of a stylishly dressed couple behind him, who were discussing their shopping list in a low voice in their dialect.

He tilted his head slightly, as if to loosen his stiff neck, and his gaze swept over the gate at the connection between the carriages.

There were even more people gathered there, some even with half their bodies leaning out of the narrow passageway.

His gaze paused briefly there, like a hawk sweeping across a meaningless wilderness and casting a fleeting scrutiny upon an inconspicuous pebble.

His movements were very small, almost blending into the natural swaying of the carriage caused by the movement.

The act of "observing" itself carries a sense of unhurried yet insightful observation.

Until an even stronger gust of cold wind swept through the carriage.

Whether it was the air conditioning increasing its airflow or the train entering a deeper, darker underground passage, the wisps of hair on Chen Baiyu's forehead brushed against her eyes.

He then truly closed his eyes for a moment.

When I opened my eyes again, the ever-present scrutiny had subsided, and I regained a deeper calm.

It was as if that sharp gaze had never happened.

It was as if he were just a quiet, almost transparent passenger in the bustling crowd of people in the carriage.

Everything was calm and normal.

He didn't find anything wrong.

No matter how keen his observation skills were, he couldn't discover what the so-called [Immortal Monument Fragment] mentioned by the system was actually in reality.

in silence.

The subway slowly came to a stop.

The subway finally arrived at Huaxiba Station, and the moment the carriage doors opened, the crowd surged out like a flood.

Hey buddy! What are you standing there for? Hurry up! That piece of junk won't waste a second here!

A voice guiding destiny resounded.

Chen Baiyu raised her eyebrows.

Looking at the open subway doors in front of him, he understood that fate was guiding him to get off the train.

His lips twitched slightly, and a mixture of absurdity and helplessness welled up in his heart.

Since leaving the command center today, he felt like he had been completely fooled by this "updated" navigation system the whole way. From the command center, he felt like a puppet being led by the nose through the city by Guo Degang's rambling.

First, we sped east for three blocks, bypassing the "Magic Empire Restricted Area," which was actually a police-blocked zone; then we were led to a "Space-Time Rift Hub," which was actually a subway station, where we squeezed onto the crowded Line 1 train; then, urged on by Guo Degang's "Alright! Let's change trains! Don't look like you've lost your soul!" we transferred to Line 2 and continued towards Huaxi...

For hours, the navigation took turns that felt like a carefully crafted lame joke. There were times when we had to "avoid the magical mechanical behemoth" (trucks repairing the road), times when we had to "traverse the ancient jungle passage" (park green belt), and even times when we were forced to "listen to the impromptu chants of bards" (loudspeakers from square dancing grandmas), but we were always stuck at the point where "the spacetime disturbance energy fluctuations are weak, and we need to continue tracking."

Regarding the so-called mission objectives.

He had followed the guidance of fate for a long time, but still hadn't received any definite news.

However, while pondering...

He still left the subway.

no way.

The system may have abused him a thousand times, but he still treats the system like his first love.

What else could he do?
Of course, I'll choose to believe!
Chen Baiyu had only taken a few steps out the door when...

The guidance of fate suddenly turned into a low, urgent tone.

[Energy peak detected for [Immortal Monument Fragment]! Less than ten meters away!]

Chen Baiyu suddenly opened her eyes wide, a sharp glint flashing in her pupils under the dim platform lights.

Looking around, I didn't find anything special.

Take a step forward.

The system promptly updated the broadcast: 【Energy peak detected for [Immortal Monument Fragment]! Distance 7 meters!】

He took another step to the left.

[Energy peak detected for [Immortal Monument Fragment]! 9 meters away!]

Two precise distance announcements allowed him to instantly filter out and identify a particular individual from the crowd.

He was a man around thirty years old.

He was wearing a blue cloth jacket and carrying a black bag.

Chen Baiyu immediately followed him, and they went up the elevator together at a distance.

soon.

The two arrived at the northwest corner gate.

Chen Baiyu slithered through the crowd like a cheetah, his gaze sweeping across the exit turnstiles like a precision radar.

Amidst the chaotic movement of heads and figures, the target is instantly locked onto, hurriedly swiping their card to exit the gate, and then the distance is continuously closed as the target is pursued.

Until it reached a point five meters away from its body.

Chen Baiyu's astonishing observational skills were on full display at this moment, and his mental perception was also compressed to the extreme, turning into an invisible spider web covering a radius of five meters.

this moment.

The target man was magnified, deconstructed, and analyzed by his consciousness!

The man was wearing a cheap blue polyester short-sleeved shirt with a yellowed and wrinkled collar.

He paired it with gray trousers stained with dust and carried a bulging black faux leather briefcase over his shoulder.

He is about 1.75 meters tall.

His movements were hurried but clumsy; his right ankle injury had not healed, and his gait was unbalanced.

The left foot bears an average of 2.3% more pressure than the right foot, and each step triggers subtle twitches in the calf muscles, which is estimated to be fatigue-related microspasm of the tibialis anterior muscle.

The hair was greasy and matted, and appeared to have not been washed for more than three days.

His breathing was heavy, carrying the stench of stale garlic and the tar of cheap cigarettes; judging by the smell, he must have been smoking Hongtashan cigarettes. The briefcase emitted the rustling of papers and the clinking of keys—at least seven different sets. His footsteps were hurried, like drumbeats; his heart rate was about 105 beats per minute, a jogging pace indicating mild anxiety; his Adam's apple bobbed up and down with muffled swallowing.

His left hand gripped a cheap smartphone tightly, while his right hand unconsciously rubbed the outside of his briefcase, protecting his documents. He glanced at each real estate billboard he passed.

In that instant, Chen Baiyu discerned a wealth of information.

I immediately realized that this was a real estate agent, probably out looking for clients.

this moment.

Chen Baiyu roughly understood why he had been running non-stop all morning.

Because this guy carrying the [Immortal Monument Fragment] obviously hadn't rested all morning, probably showing people around and researching properties.

Without his knowledge, he dragged Chen Baiyu on a walk for half a day.

While thinking.

Chen Baiyu didn't care about being led around; instead, she was more concerned about what the so-called [Immortal Monument·Fragment] actually was.
in his observations.

Nothing unusual was found on this person.

Given the system's usual behavior, it's probably just some ordinary thing from reality again.
if so.

Perhaps we should find an opportunity to pin this guy down in a secluded corner and thoroughly search him.

next moment.

The target hurried out of the subway station and merged into the crowd on the street in front of West China Hospital.

The asphalt road surface sizzled under the heat, and waves of heat, along with car exhaust, the greasy aroma of fried rice from the roadside, and the rancid smell of old garbage, wafted towards us.

The crowd surged through the streets like ants, their sweat-soaked shirts reflecting a silvery sheen on their backs.

Chen Baiyu followed closely behind.

He cleverly used the street newsstands, electric bikes, and the shadows of roadside trees as cover.

He didn't rush to make a move.

Even though the system's guiding voice continued to ring, constantly reminding him that [Immortal Monument - Fragment] was right in front of him.

But Chen Baiyu was too lazy to pay attention.

There can be no rush.

The mission warning echoed in his ears—"The Time Hounds of Tindalos are escaping with debris," but the Tindalos Hounds mentioned in the mission have yet to be found.

Therefore, we absolutely cannot rush into anything.

He had heard of the legends of the Tindaros Hound.

This hound is a notorious entity in the Cthulhu Mythos. It has no physical form and hunts its prey through time rifts, slicing through spacetime with its sharp, horned limbs.

They are exceptionally fierce and definitely not easy to deal with.

This person could not possibly be the Tindaros Hound mentioned in that mission; he just looks like a beast of burden, struggling to make a living.

Moreover, its movements are somewhat clumsy, making it even less likely to be the Tindalos Hound described in the quest, capable of tearing dimensions in the Cthulhu mythos.

The system often malfunctions.

However, it only calls a deer a horse; so far, it has not fabricated anything out of thin air.

Therefore, regarding this mission, there will definitely be something that the system identifies as a Tindalos Hound.

He should be more careful.

For this reason.

Chen Baiyu simply continued to observe and wait.

Just as the noise at the subway entrance subsided slightly, the salesman turned onto a quieter sidewalk.

Sudden changes occur.

His phone was buzzing and vibrating.

In his haste to answer the phone, he reached into his pocket with his left hand and pulled out his wallet. A shiny coin was accidentally pulled out, like a small silver fish leaping out of the water.

The crisp "ding" sound was barely audible.

However, Chen Baiyu's perception amplified it infinitely.

The coins rolled rapidly along the gaps between the sidewalk tiles.

Its treacherous trajectory seemed to be guided by an invisible hand. It first crashed into a pebble and bounced high, then rolled over a patch of melted chewing gum residue. Using the slope, it accelerated forward, leaping and bounding along the way, and finally stopped precisely at the edge of a drainage ditch cover at the entrance of an alley.

As stable as a bearing embedded in a groove.

Under the sunlight, the edges of the coin gleamed with a cold light.

The salesman didn't notice the falling coins; instead, he continued talking on the phone as he walked away into the distance.

At the same second.

Fate's guidance screamed sharply in Chen Baiyu's mind:

[Locked! This is a [Fragment of the Immortal Monument]! Pick it up quickly, or things will change!]

Chen Baiyu's heart skipped a beat, but he remained motionless.

He stood like a stone statue.

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he subconsciously tried to open his senses as wide as possible to observe everything around him.

[Immortal Monument - Fragment] This seemingly awesome thing is actually a coin. Although it's absurd, this isn't the first time something like this has happened.

Chen Baiyu had already gotten used to it.

He remained unmoved by this, instead focusing his attention more on his surroundings.

[The Immortal Monument: Fragments] has appeared.

What about the Tindaros Hound? Could it suddenly tear through some space and jump out to attack him?
With a wary attitude, Chen Baiyu prepared [Illumination - All Things], [Dragonborn Incarnation - Stage I], and [Unyielding], ready to use them at any time.

"Where is the hunting dog?!"

Chen Baiyu murmured to himself.

Time slips away like sand, and the coins lie silently, as if mocking his overthinking.

But reason prevailed over impulse.

No matter how much he thought the system was useless, he only felt that the system had some problems with its brain, and never felt that the system's power was insufficient.

just in case……

Is it really a Tindaros Hound?
Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, he has to be vigilant.

Just as Chen Baiyu was weighing the options...

The shadows writhed in the alley.

A rustling sound came from behind the garbage heap.

Chen Baiyu immediately turned her attention to it.

next moment.

A dirty stray dog ​​strolled out.

It had a yellowish-brown, mottled coat, a torn left ear, and prominent, bony ribs, making it look obviously hungry.

His steps were unsteady, as if he were drunk.

The stray dog ​​lowered its head and sniffed the coin, its amber eyes blank and unfocused.

In the next instant, the dog's mouth suddenly opened and its tongue curled up, pulling the coin between its fangs!
"Wang!"

With a low howl, he turned and sprinted into the depths of the alley.

Chen Baiyu stood there, stunned.

After a moment of shock, all the clues suddenly connected: fragments, a chase, Tindalos Hounds!
The so-called Tindaros Hound "juvenile projection" actually appeared as a stray dog ​​on the street! The system's so-called "time-space escape" was nothing more than a hungry dog ​​scavenging for food!

Chen Baiyu immediately realized that he was outsmarting thin air; the so-called Tindalos Hound was not the time-tearing monster from Cthulhu.
"System! You son of a bitch! You've fooled me like I'm a complete idiot again!"

Chen Baiyu spoke frankly and directly.

Without hesitation, he raised his middle finger.

immediately.

His muscles were taut like a fully drawn bowstring, and his eyes were like sharp blades locking onto the fleeing wild dog.

Being tricked doesn't matter; what's important now is to finish the task.

The coin is in the dog's mouth.

The goal is to reclaim the fragments.

Seeing that it was about to run away after picking it up, Chen Baiyu immediately rushed out in one stride.

Ants!!!

How dare you steal my opportunity?!
(End of this chapter)