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Zhu Mingyao

Race: human

Age: 16

Occupation: None

Causal Point Pool: 10

The three-element attribute (the calculation base is adjusted to 1 based on the average value of adult humans in this time and space).

Essence 0.5

Qi Yuan 0.6

Shenyuan 1.6

Talent: [Time-Space Adventurer (Purple)]

Special skills: None

Skills: None

"Good heavens, this is basically a blank slate!"

Looking at this extremely shabby panel, Zhu Mingyao almost wanted to shed a tear of bitterness for himself!

Clinging to his last shred of hope, he humbly asked in his heart:

"System? Cheat? Is there a newbie gift pack? Or a first login reward or something?"

Even a tiny bit would be nice, I'm not picky, I even check in to the MiHoYo community every day.

Zhu Mingyao waited for a while, but seeing that his cheat code remained unchanged and that the cheat code clearly didn't intend to give him even a Sweet Flower Chicken, he couldn't help but sigh.

...Well, one should be content. At least I have a system, a standard accessory for transmigrators. If they don't give me anything else, so be it...

Zhu Mingyao used his mind to carefully sense the information on the panel for a while and figured out the meaning of each item.

The name and age are self-explanatory, and the three elements are also simple and clear: essence governs the physical body, spirit governs the mind, and energy is between the two, including both the innate yang energy and life force, as well as the acquired true energy, magic power, and magical power.

The occupation category requires corresponding expertise and skills as prerequisites for employment. If your expertise and skills section is completely empty, without a single feather, then there's no way to talk about any job rank.

Only the talent of the [Time and Space Adventurer] brought some comfort to his wounded little heart.

Talent [Time and Space Adventurer (Purple)]: As an individual who should not exist in this time and space, all your actions may cause changes in the causal line, and you can obtain time and space causal points to enhance your own attributes and skills.

(Warning! In the law of cause and effect, there are both good deeds and bad karma. As the Supreme Being said, fortune and misfortune have no fixed gate; they are brought about by oneself. Those who take risks should act with caution and beware of reaping what they sow!)

"It seems that my cheat is essentially about encouraging people to do good." Zhu Mingyao thought to himself, stroking his chin as he pondered the description of this talent.

The warning at the end was overflowing with advice, and coupled with the system's ethereal appearance, it went without saying what stance and actions one should take to obtain the spacetime causality points.

It's nothing more than doing good and avoiding evil, doing good deeds, I'm familiar with that!

When creating a game character, I always choose the good faction; I've never even chosen neutral. What are Paradox Interactive's "Four Beauties"? I've never heard of them!

Having made up his mind, Zhu Mingyao turned around and stared at the 10 causal points displayed on the system, feeling somewhat eager to try.

He hadn't paid attention earlier, but now, recalling the words the masked man, who seemed to possess magic, uttered before his death, along with the kill notification from the system and the remaining memories of his body from the past two days, it wasn't hard to guess how perilous his current situation was:

This place is probably the site of some cult ritual! And I, this unlucky guy, am very likely the chosen sacrifice!

In this situation, all future plans can be put on hold. The most important thing now is to find a way to make a strategic shift as soon as possible!

Without hesitation, Zhu Mingyao chose to add 10 points of causality to his essence attribute—at this point, the stronger his physical body, the greater his chances of escaping.

A faint warmth flashed through his body, and Zhu Mingyao clenched his fist, feeling that much of the strength he had expended in the fight had been restored.

He estimated that, according to the system's rule of increasing one point of the three-elemental attribute by 100 causal points, he had increased his physical strength by about one-tenth of that of an adult. For a teenager, the increase was quite considerable.

Crouching down, Zhu Mingyao picked up the snake-shaped dagger and began slashing forcefully at the shackles and chains on his feet.

Unlike how easily he could cut through iron in the masked man's hands, he only managed to make a small nick in the chain after slashing it more than a dozen times with his dagger, aside from some sparks. It would probably take a lot of effort to break it completely.

Just as Zhu Mingyao was becoming somewhat anxious, an aged voice suddenly rang out behind him:

"Kid, don't waste your time there. The evil energy that was attached to it has dissipated. Now it's just an ordinary knife."

Startled by the sudden action, Zhu Mingyao nearly dropped the dagger in his hand!

Without thinking, he lunged forward, rolled on the ground, and assumed a half-kneeling position, gripping the dagger tightly in front of his chest before looking around warily.

Under the dim light of a kerosene lamp, before me stood an elderly man wearing a Chinese-style round-necked gray silk jacket, leaning on a cane, with mixed black and white hair and a slight beard under his chin.

The old man was about sixty or seventy years old, and his eyes were fixed intently on the boy.

His gaze swept over Zhu Mingyao a few times, then he glanced at the dagger, a look of approval on his face.

"He's quite clever. Although I beat that foreigner who worshipped the demon to the point of near death, he was still a practitioner of evil arts. He died at your hands in such a muddled way. Even as a ghost, he must be incredibly resentful."

The familiar Mandarin accent, coupled with the old man's yellow skin, black eyes, and gentle demeanor, made Zhu Mingyao feel that the other party seemed to have no ill intentions.

His face softened slightly, but he still gripped the dagger tightly in his hand, holding it horizontally in front of him.

"Don't be nervous. We were invited by the federal government to help wipe out these cult members. Judging from your appearance, you've been captured and are being prepared to sacrifice to the evil spirits, right?"

"I just saved your life!"

As the old man spoke with a smile, he raised his maroon cane and gently tapped it on the shackles around Zhu Mingyao's ankle.

A flash of white light appeared at the tip of the cane, and the metal shackles instantly shattered into several pieces, falling to the ground.

Seeing this, Zhu Mingyao's hostility dissipated. Given the methods the other party had shown, they could easily harm him with a flick of their finger; there was no need for them to lie.

He rubbed his ankle, which was red and swollen from being rubbed by the handcuffs, forced a smile, and bowed his head to express his gratitude.

"Thank you so much. May I ask how I should address you, sir?"

"The old man's surname is Zhang, and you don't know anything else... Sizzle!"

Before he could finish speaking, a buzzing sound came from the old man's arms, interspersed with a buzzing electronic sound.

He frowned, took out a delicate black walkie-talkie from his pocket, and started fiddling with it. However, the old man seemed to be not very skilled at operating it, and he couldn't get through for a long time.

Seeing the old man pressing the buttons haphazardly, his face growing increasingly grim, Zhu Mingyao couldn't help but cautiously say:

"Grandpa, this thing of yours seems to need its frequency adjusted."

"Of course I know!" the old man glared and replied angrily.

He looked down and fiddled with the walkie-talkie a couple more times. Seeing that it still didn't respond, he snorted heavily, his old face dark, and handed the walkie-talkie to Zhu Mingyao.

"Ok!"

Seeing the other person's childlike behavior, Zhu Mingyao found it somewhat amusing. He took the walkie-talkie, and after just adjusting the frequency and volume, a slightly impatient voice immediately came through:

"Senior Zhang! Senior Zhang? Did you hear me?"

Upon hearing this, the old man snatched the walkie-talkie and complained loudly, "You brat, what kind of crappy new gadget did you give me? I already said the old one is fine..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person on the other end shouted angrily:

"Senior Zhang, be careful! That demon leader suddenly summoned a masked, sinister zombie that injured two of our Hualian brothers and several policemen, and then fled in your direction!"

"What kind of evil zombie?"

The old man raised his eyebrows, about to ask another question, when suddenly his expression changed!

He suddenly turned around and flung out a yellow talisman!

The paper talisman transformed into a bright ball of light in mid-air, striking an inconspicuous shadow in the distance of the passageway.

The shadows then dispersed, and two figures fell out from them.

One of them was a bald old man dressed in a magnificent black sacrificial robe, who looked like a leader.

The other figure was dressed in tattered and dirty denim overalls, carrying a three-foot-long, thick-backed machete.

An old white hockey mask completely covered his face, leaving only two dark eye holes visible, which made people's hearts tremble!

Zhu Mingyao stared intently at the latter, his mind a jumble of emotions. His mouth gaped open, his jaw nearly dropping.

That face... isn't that... Jason from Crystal Lake?

I am...

What kind of world did I transmigrate to?

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Chapter 3 Jason of Crystal Lake

Jason, the Crystal Lake serial killer!

The immortal zombie in the "Friday the 13th" series of horror films, who can resurrect and regenerate and has superhuman strength, is known as one of the two most notorious villains on screen, along with Freddy Krueger in another horror film, "A Nightmare on Elm Street." It is one of the classic IPs created by Hollywood and a childhood nightmare for countless viewers, including Zhu Mingyao.

But aren't these characters from a movie in my past life? Zhu Mingyao thought to himself, in a frenzy of disbelief.

"Based on my memory, this world belongs to a parallel universe from a previous life, so it seems like there wasn't such a horror movie before."

No, no, even if this movie existed, the characters in it couldn't possibly come into reality!

Could it be that they just got back from a comic convention?

Am I transported into an infinite flow world? God, come out and explain!

However, the situation on the field clearly did not allow him to continue indulging in any random inner monologues.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar as the object moved at high speed and tore through the air, Zhu Mingyao's vision blurred, and he saw a bright blade of light slashing towards him like thunder and lightning, aiming to kill both the old man in front of him and himself!

The guy who looked like Jason seemed to teleport, and in the blink of an eye, he had covered a distance of twenty or thirty meters and was right in front of us!

However, while he was fast, the others weren't slow either!

Just as the blood-stained cleaver was about to fall, a maroon wooden staff suddenly darted out from the side, catching the blade with pinpoint accuracy like a snake emerging from its hole. The staff exerted force, sticking and pulling, instantly deflecting the weapon's trajectory by three points!

A loud, crisp crack echoed through the tunnel.

A deep crack, seven or eight feet long, was slashed across the grayish-blue cement floor of the sewer! Large chunks of broken bricks and stones flew everywhere, splashing out a mixture of foul-smelling sewage and sludge.

"What brute force!"

The old man seemed to casually accept the enemy's surprise attack, but in reality, he was already on high alert.