I logged into the God panel.

"Feed? Little brother."

From the other end of the phone, Lu Yu's carefree voice came through the watch.

"We're going to Niu Lao Si Hot Pot in Linhai later, do you want to come? If you do, I'll come back and pick you up now... I'm just on the next street."

"No need, there's bread in the fridge. I'm afraid of spicy food."

Lu Daosheng answered calmly, keeping a close eye on Zhang Youwei's distance.

380 meters, 360 meters, 340 meter...

five minutes.

Lu Daosheng mentally visualized the winding streets of the neighborhood, estimating the time at this pace to be at most five minutes.

"Oh, by the way, Lu Yu, buy me some pastries from Granny Shi's shop when you come back."

"You expect me to buy it for you if you don't call me 'sister'?"

"You took my living expenses."

"...We're siblings, why bother with all this 'yours' and 'mine' stuff? I'm hanging up!"

The phone hangs up.

"This girl..." Lu Daosheng sighed. Although Lu Yu was his older sister, four years older than him, she was still essentially a girl who hadn't grown up yet.

"130 meters, two minutes left."

He looked around his home, his brow furrowed. The gift he bestowed upon Zhang Youwei was a casual act during a bus ride with his mother—a gift could be given simply through physical or mental contact.

No consent is required from the other party.

Zhang Youwei doesn't recognize himself.

What should I do?

Kill him?

Even if we could do it, what then?

What should be done with the body?

What should I do about my parents?

There is no law protecting minors in this world.

It's not too late to leave now; there's a small corridor on the twelfth-floor rooftop that leads to the building next door.

Lu Daosheng closed his eyes, his brain racing, reviewing every detail of Zhang Youwei's life over the past twenty-seven months.

He made a decision.

She got up, quickly drew the living room curtains, turned off the lights, opened the wardrobe, and found the black robe she wore when she dressed up as a ghost and asked for candy on Halloween.

"50 meters."

"40 meters."

The boy was talking to himself.

…………

Zhang Youwei had never felt so at ease.

More than two years ago, the ability bestowed upon him by God seemed to have reached a certain peak. He had a premonition that in the next two days... he might be able to break through that peak.

When the time comes, what will the talent that makes you double your speed become?

I don't know, but it's worth looking forward to.

And today I received an exceptionally simple task...to go to an ordinary family's house and retrieve an unusual item.

Kill all the witnesses while you're at it.

The rewards for the task are quite generous... double happiness!

No, if you add the upcoming breakthrough to the [Fighter] level, completing the first life transformation, it's a triple celebration!

Zhang Youwei hummed a pop song by singer Zhou Ruolin as he walked through the central courtyard of the residential complex, around the fitness area, and past the middle-aged women dancing in the basketball court.

It eventually stopped in front of a building.

"So, why is Unit 1 of Building 1 located at the very back of the entire complex?"

He complained as he walked through the dilapidated, purely symbolic security door of the unit and went up the stairs.

True to his professionalism, Zhang Youwei did not let his guard down despite the ease of the task. He remained calm and focused, his ears twitching slightly.

All the noise from below the sixth floor reached my ears: a child being scolded on the first floor, a husband lighting a cigarette on the second floor, and a wife sobbing...

With the help of various sounds, a blurry three-dimensional image was constructed in his mind.

As for the 3rd floor.

Of the two households on the third floor, one was empty and no one was home.

From another household, a low, elderly countdown could be heard.

interesting.

Zhang Youwei was puzzled. He had looked at the target family's information files. There were four people in the family. Where did the elderly person come from?

What is this old man counting down for?

As he went upstairs, Zhang Youwei listened intently and subconsciously counted along with the others.

"6, 5, 4."

"3, 2..."

"1".

When he counted to 1, Zhang Youwei realized that he was standing right in front of room 302.

He paused for a moment, then subconsciously pulled out a wire, inserted it into the keyhole, and quietly turned it. As the door unlocked, the childish voice from the inner room finished counting down to the last number.

"0".

Zhang Youwei opened the door to find it dimly lit; despite being the middle of summer, it felt rather cold.

He frowned. The countdown had abruptly ended, but the faint breathing could still be heard from inside the room.

I quietly closed the door. The living room was dimly lit, with thick curtains drawn, blocking out all the sunlight.

Subconsciously slowing down, without revealing a single footstep, Zhang Youwei walked to the tightly closed door of the inner room.

Suddenly, a beautiful female voice rang out from the room.

"In the city on the mountaintop, the Father sits high above, looking down upon the kingdom on the earth."

Zhang Youwei's hand, which was about to turn the doorknob, suddenly stopped.

The voice changed to a solemn middle-aged voice.

"Before the eight hundred and fourteenth sunset, ten million hands were raised upwards, and the lambs sang, praised, and prayed, saying—"

"Father!"

The voices of the old man, the woman, and the middle-aged man appeared simultaneously in layers within the room, suddenly rising in volume. In the dim light, Zhang Youwei felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.

He felt that something was quietly watching him.

"What the hell... a tape recorder?"

With a low curse, Zhang Youwei abruptly turned the doorknob, revealing a small room with its curtains also drawn.

In the blur, I could vaguely see a figure facing me from the desk against the wall. He wasn't tall, about 1.4 meters, and was wearing a black robe.

I didn't see a tape recorder.

The man's face was completely obscured by the shadow of his robe, and he didn't seem to be looking up at me, nor did he appear panicked.

But... it continued narrating something.

Ten different voices then appeared in overlapping layers.

"The Father heard the cry of the lambs, and on the night of the 841st evening, He gave His first gift of grace."

"The gifted lamb is venerated as a saint."

"Playing tricks." Zhang Youwei felt a chill run down his spine and slapped the light switch by the door. The overhead light did not turn on normally, but flickered weakly, alternating between light and dark, accompanied by the buzzing sound of electricity.

In the dim, flickering light, Zhang Youwei looked at the figure in black robes; the face was still in shadow and very blurry.

All that could be vaguely seen was a pale, indistinct face and a pair of... deep, abyss-like eyes.

Even though everything was dark, those eyes seemed to be deeper than the darkness itself, giving me the illusion of brightness, brilliance, and dazzling power!

The man in black robes suddenly raised his head and stared straight at him.

Zhang Youwei subconsciously took two steps back, his hair standing on end in shock!

"Zhang Youwei".

The black-robed man, whose face was obscured but whose eyes were as deep as an abyss, spoke in a low voice, as if a dozen or so people were calling out at the same time.

My scalp tingled!

"How...how do you know who I am??" Zhang Youwei's breathing became rapid, and his legs were trembling...He's not an atheist!

He knew perfectly well that ghosts really did exist in this world!

Considering the extremely lucrative yet seemingly simple task...

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

Zhang Youwei almost wanted to activate [Acceleration] immediately and flee through the door!

But he was stopped by the strange man in black robes.

"Saint, Zhang Youwei."

"Do you still remember, eight hundred and fourteen sunsets ago, which day, which day?"

saint?

Zhang Youwei's face gradually turned pale, and cold sweat poured down his face.

The man in black robes asked and answered himself:

"This is February 15, 1808."

"That day, you decided to become a certified underground hunter. Seven days later, you accepted the bounty to investigate the movements of the Bamboo Gate Gang..."

"thump!"

Zhang Youwei's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground.

He remembered.

Eight hundred and fourteen evenings ago.

It is the day I receive a "gift from heaven," the day I gain magical abilities out of nowhere.

"Oh my God..." he murmured involuntarily.

The man in black robes remained seated, speaking in a low voice:

"621.....639......624......"

As he listened to the unfamiliar yet seemingly familiar numbers, Zhang Youwei's breathing became increasingly rapid.

"Saint," the man in black said softly, "for eight hundred and fourteen twilights, there are five hundred and eleven nights when you stand before a prostitute."

Zhang Youwei was sweating profusely when he remembered what those numbers were.

"The Lord, seated atop the city, sighs softly, for a lamb, blessed by God, has strayed from the right path..."

"And so, I came."

The black-robed man's voice suddenly became extremely complex, like a hundred people chanting... no, it was a hundred voices layered together, both chanting and roaring!

He had risen from his seat at some point, the lights flickering, his deep, unfathomable pupils staring intently at Zhang Youwei!

Zhang Youwei was about to cry.

"The lamb... knows its mistake!"

He didn't know what to do, and frantically rummaged through his pockets.

Coins, watches, and even that extremely precious black necklace.

In this moment of panic, Zhang Youwei took out everything he could and piled it shakily on the cold tiles, like a believer offering money in a church or temple.

Under the flickering light, the small pile of junk looked pitiful.

The man in black robes stopped looking at him and solemnly declared.

It's like a thousand devout believers speaking at the same time.

"This is where we came from."

"To deprive someone of their grace."