Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

To prevent him from being hunted down by thugs and high school students in the city of Freedom, Zhao Hao forcefully crushed his literary dreams.

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June 25th, Sunday. Zhao Hao signed a double Fate Point.

In the morning, Zhao Hao was invited to visit his neighbors, the Adams family, and had a sumptuous lunch.

Elena even danced for him, her graceful and lithe figure bathed in sunlight, making her appear as if she were draped in holy light!

Zhao Hao finally understood why ancient emperors always watched song and dance performances!

It's not boring at all!

Only then did Zhao Hao feel that he had recovered from the spiritual pollution caused by Gou Quan's writings.

Zhao Hao: This world is still beautiful, I must be full of hope!

Zhao Hao planned to grab something casual for dinner that evening, but Fatty unexpectedly called.

"The items have been sold, come and get your money!"

What is that? Zhao Hao was stunned, then suddenly remembered: Ah! That's right! Fatty said he'd sell the hearts of those twin fused corpses and split the money with him?

"Hey! Fatty, are you serious?! That's impressive! That's loyalty!"

The fat man tilted his head back, narrowed his eyes, and sneered, "Who doesn't know about the righteous and chivalrous De Biao of Liaobei?!"

The fused corpse's heart was worth 2000 dollars, and there were also some odds and ends on Heidegger's body, which sold for a total of 2800 dollars. Zhao Hao took 1400 dollars.

It feels a bit like trafficking in human organs!

Who cares! Monsters have no human rights!

The place the fat man found was a Song restaurant in a small alley. The storefront was small and the location was remote. The couple running the restaurant were both in their forties, and it looked quite affordable.

The two ordered several dishes. The fat man shoveled food into his mouth while complaining, "I've been here for almost a year, and I finally found a decent Song Dynasty restaurant! These sweet dishes they call Song Dynasty cuisine? I'd give them a good beating if they came up with them!"

"Hey, look here! We want meat that's both fatty and lean, look at this layered fat and lean meat, it's great! Come on, eat, eat, eat!"

Back home, Zhao Hao was still savoring the taste of that braised pork!

There's no harm in comparison! Home-cooked food is still the best!

As for the fat guy, Zhao Hao had completely forgotten about it, but unexpectedly, this guy actually gave him a share of the money.

He's such a considerate person, I'll try to get closer to him in the future!

What Zhao Hao never expected was that today's good fortune was not over yet!

Not long after he got home, just as he was getting drowsy, the Destiny Card System suddenly reacted.

He stared intently, bewildered, and realized he'd leveled up! Was it because he'd been practicing boxing so diligently? But I'd only really practiced the groin kick a lot, had I?

Reaching Mortal 2-Star grants an additional 100 Fate Points!

Each star at the Mortal level grants 100 Fate Points!

Zhao Hao now has 557 Fate Points, and he's not far from getting 900 Fate Points for a ten-pull!

Adventure Diary: I'm rich! I'm rich~~~ I leveled up! I leveled up~~~

The diary has gone mad!

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Chapter 21 The Gypsy Old Woman's Curse

That day, Zhao Hao was compiling the accounts because it was almost the end of the month.

Suddenly, I heard the door bell ring out. I looked up and saw someone walk in.

It was a tall, thin man, slightly hunched over. Most importantly, Zhao Hao seemed to see a wisp of black smoke flash above his head!

Before he time-traveled, Zhao Hao would have thought he was seeing things.

But things are different now; I've seen so many unusual things!

This is definitely not a hallucination; it's most likely that this man possesses some kind of extraordinary power!

"Hello, welcome to Old Iron Antique Shop. How can I help you?"

The man looked extremely disheveled and down on his luck. His hair was messy, his eyes were cloudy and bloodshot, and he had obvious eye bags and stubble. If it weren't for the fact that his suit didn't look cheap, Zhao Hao would have thought he was a homeless person on the street!

It felt like I'd been up for several nights and then had a hangover.

Back when Zhao Hao was in college, one of his classmates stayed in an internet cafe for half a month straight, and he didn't look this haggard.

"I...I want to sell something..." the man began, his voice slightly hoarse, but his demeanor was calm, not like someone who had drunk too much or was high on drugs. Zhao Hao felt a little relieved.

Although Songren Street is relatively peaceful due to its good level of community self-governance, it's not entirely without problems. After all, this is America! There's a spray gun under the counter in front of Zhao Hao.

A few days ago, a nearby convenience store had its window smashed and some goods stolen by a drunk man during dinner time!

Although he hadn't run far, he was stopped and beaten by his neighbors. Later, he was taken away by some Song people with tattoos and fierce looks.

Those were Song Dynasty gangs, or hometown associations, societies, or something like that.

That's right, the Song people also had them.

It would be abnormal if there were none, because in America nowadays, unless something major happens, the legitimate authorities can't interfere with the underworld.

According to Uncle Tie, in addition to the Song people's Red Gate, Liberty City also has some Japanese gangs, the Italian Mafia, the Mexican drug cartel, and local American gangs, making it quite a complex place.

Back to the man, he took out a tin box from his briefcase, and Zhao Hao heard a clattering sound.

It should be a small item, such as jewelry or coins.

Zhao Hao's guess was correct. The man opened the box, which contained some small items such as coins and badges. They all looked quite old.

Zhao Hao saw several commemorative silver coins with collectible value and felt that this deal was worthwhile.

Of course, the most important thing is the wisp of "black smoke" on the man's body!

"Uncle Tie, we have a customer." Zhao Hao hasn't been in this business for very long. He's good at sales, but he can't handle receiving things yet because he's not good at it.

Uncle Tie quickly lifted the curtain and came out from the inner room.

Zhao Hao quickly turned around and said, "Uncle Tie, this customer wants to sell some coins and badges. Could you take a look?" As he spoke, he gave a wink.

Uncle Tie nodded slightly. "Let me take a look."

Zhao Hao grabbed a white towel from the counter and handed the metal box to Uncle Tie, who accepted it through the towel.

He understood Zhao Hao's wink; he had probably noticed something was wrong with the man.

Better safe than sorry; it's always good to have a towel underneath.

The coins and badges were poured onto the counter, and Uncle Tie was poking at them with a small bamboo stick.

"Hmm, they look somewhat valuable. These three are silver coins issued during the 18th-century English colonization. They weren't issued in large quantities, and although they're quite worn, each one is still worth about $40 on the market..."

"This badge is the Bald Eagle Silver Medal from the War of Independence. It's said that fewer than a thousand were awarded at the time. I wonder where you got it?" Uncle Tie asked.

The man looked somewhat embarrassed. "It's my great-great-grandfather's medal. He was a captain back then..."

This is an ancestral item that has been pawned! Although it has only a history of two hundred years, America has only been a nation for two hundred years.

This must be a rare local antique, right?

Judging from the man's condition, he has probably encountered some difficulties.

Uncle Tie asked sincerely, "Sir, although this silver bald eagle medal is worth at least $300 on the market, I certainly can't buy it for $300. I think this kind of thing is very meaningful to your family. Unless there are special circumstances, I suggest you keep it?"

The man's lips moved slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "I need money. Please give me a price."

Uncle Tie nodded and said to Zhao Hao, "Serve tea."

Then she led the man to a small tea table to sit down and chat, discussing the price as they talked.

Uncle Tie exudes an aura of authority and trustworthiness, and given that the man was indeed in poor condition, Uncle Tie quickly managed to extract a great deal of information from him.

In the end, Uncle Iron gave him $450 and accepted the coins, badges, and other odds and ends.

After the man left, Zhao Hao couldn't help but shake his head: "His ancestors were probably military officers who helped found the country during the founding of the nation, right? How did he end up like this?"

"Hmph!" Uncle Tie sneered disdainfully. "This country has no heart. Didn't you hear what he said? A month ago, he was considered a successful white-collar worker, and his family was quite wealthy. But once he encountered such a huge change, he was not far from bankruptcy and homelessness. His wife and daughter are still in the hospital, and he has to sell everything he can..."

"By the way, what was that wink you gave me earlier?"

Zhao Hao quickly recounted what he had seen earlier about the wisp of black smoke above the man's head: "It was as thick as an arm, swaying precariously, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. I reckon it wasn't anything good."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Tie stroked his chin and nodded slightly. "According to this Mr. Nelson, his family has recently been having a really bad time." "His wife suddenly swerved while driving and crashed into a telephone pole, and because it was her own fault, the insurance company refused to pay out."

"My daughter also inexplicably fell down the stairs and was seriously injured and admitted to the ICU... She's in the hospital receiving treatment now, and our family is falling apart. Add to that the black smoke you saw, this doesn't seem like a normal situation..."

In fact, when Uncle Tie received Zhao Hao's signal, he had carefully observed Mr. Nelson.

In the Song Dynasty, extraordinary individuals were called cultivators, and they generally possessed a wide range of abilities, emphasizing breadth and depth.

Uncle Tie knows a bit about physiognomy, and this Nelson looks rather dark-skinned.

"It might be related to the underworld. I'll call Colt and have them investigate."

There are probably many other "partners" of the secret agency like Uncle Iron in Liberty City. Their goal is to minimize the interference of the inner world and superhumans with ordinary people in the outer world.

When the call came in, Colt said he would immediately send agents to investigate this Mr. Nelson.

More than two hours later, Zhao Hao was copying scriptures when the phone rang. He answered it and found it was Colt.

“Zhao Hao, your guess was correct. That person showed signs of psychic energy! According to my men’s investigation, it’s probably related to an old woman, a Gypsy old woman… However, that old woman died half a month ago!”

Colt was also having a bit of a headache. He wasn't afraid of the superhuman old lady, though. After all, most superhumans these days weren't much of a threat, and the Bureau of Mysteries had dealt with many of them. The vast majority were taken down with a single burst of bullets.

But the old lady has already passed away peacefully! What should we do?

Nelson was clearly under some kind of curse from the old gypsy woman, but the curse didn't end with her death. Instead, his wife and daughter were both hospitalized after the old woman's passing. It's getting worse!

This kind of thing absolutely cannot be ignored; who knows how it will end up?

This is just like when a person is sick. If you are sick, you should get treatment. Don't think about delaying it!

However, this elderly woman, who had already passed away peacefully, was a real problem. Deciding to avoid troubling two people at once, Colt decided to ask Uncle Iron for help.

Uncle Tie took the phone, thought for a moment, and nodded in agreement.

He hung up the phone and said to Zhao Hao, "Perfect, consider it a learning experience. Go and see what it's like..."

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