"I really just need to do that?"
Looking at the route that Ling had vaguely mapped out for him in the night sky, Fang Ran swallowed his saliva warily and asked.
"Well, this regimen is mainly to develop your fundamental abilities. In view of your current qualities like that of an ordinary person, I've decided to train you slowly, starting from the most basic movement method," Ling said solemnly.
"Oh, I see… Wouldn't it have been great if you were like that from the start…"
Fang Ran patted his chest in relief. Then, he looked at the 'training plan' that Ling had given him.
There were a few very simple tests in the training plan, mainly getting Fang Ran to move between the rooftops of some high-rise buildings using [The Float] and momentum to dash over.
Fang Ran thoroughly read through it several times. Standing on the roof of the building right now and checking his pre-planned route for a long time, he still did not find any abnormalities in it. The most difficult part was only the last part where there was a ten-meter gap between two buildings.
"How is it? Are you still not ready yet?"
Ling asked as she calmly floated by the side.
Fang Ran glanced over at Ling and sneered triumphantly in his mind.
'Stupid power bank, looks like you want to train my courage from the basics.'
'But that's because you don't know that in the Night Battle scenario yesterday, I jumped straight down from an even taller building!
This bit of height can't… can't… can't stump… me at all!
If it was not because the current Fang Ran, who was currently not the cold and heartless version of Fang Ran in the scenario, still had some lingering fear as he recalled his conduct and deeds from that time, these words would be rather convincing.
"How… how can that be possible!"
Fang Ran insisted. Then, he summoned the Silver Split Dragontooth and held it in his hand, whilst constantly planning in his head about how he was going to make the jumps later on. Taking a deep breath, he commanded,
"Speed, activate."
A ray of light shone outwards from the dragon eyes on the Silver Split Dragontooth and passed through its entire body. In the previous scenario, Fang Ran had already realized that when the speed stat was activated and doubled, it was not only the speed, but his own reaction speed also sped up by quite a fair bit.
"Head towards a bright place, and hopefully you won't be too scared to move~"
Ling floated out first, not forgetting to leave a silvery mocking ridicule for Fang Ran.
"Tsk, don't underestimate me!"
Fang Ran's mouth twitched and retorted. When Ling drifted far away, Fang Ran looked around at the rooftop where he was all alone. There was only darkness around him. A cold breeze was blowing. Step by step, he walked towards the edge.
He took a peek downwards…
And immediately shrunk back.
"Calm down! Calm down"
"Fang Ran, you must calm down!"
The more it is a time like this, the more you must display your manly composure!
Fang Ran kept reassuring himself. Then, clutching onto the Silver Split Dragontooth tightly, he took out [The Float] card. Forcing himself not to think about the possibility that if he made a mistake, he would immediately die falling from this height, he unleashed his magic!
"You'd better not let me down later, Float!"
Then, Fang Ran dashed forward. Stepping on the ledge of the roof, he leapt towards the roof in front of him which was more than ten meters away.
At this moment, Fang Ran's head was only filled with one word,
'Daring!'
'I must be daring!'
'I must not look down!'
As the saying goes, 'If you want to climb over the wall, throw your hat over the wall.'
'Um… That doesn't sound right…'
'But it doesn't matter!'
'Because…'
Fang Ran shouted out the answer,
"Orcs will never be slaves!!!"
…
…
In a pitch-black neighbourhood, a huge cargo container resting in the third row of numerous densely packed containers, was opened from both sides.
A faint light from a flashlight illuminated the insides of the cargo container, yet nothing inside could be seen from the outside.
The people from both parties walked into this 'temporary transaction point' from both sides of the opened cargo container.
Donned in black trench coats, black hats and black ties, with guns obviously bulging out at their waists, the burly men on the right had a dangerous and violent aura about them.
Compared to the people on the right who were just short of writing the words 'I am a gangster' on their faces, the people on the left were mostly wearing ordinary suits and ties, some were even in professional suits. Most of them were lean and seemed capable, vaguely giving off a 'not to be trifled with' vibe.
"Did you bring the goods?"
Among the burly men in black trench coats, a forbidding man walked out with a cigarette slowly burning at the corner of his mouth.
"I'm here, so naturally the goods will be too. However, I'm just not sure if what I want is here,"
A man wearing a plain shirt from the other side also walked out, and said while flashing an intelligent smile.
"Tsk, show it to him,"
The man in the black trench coat whispered to the person beside him. Then, a suitcase was opened by the man in the black trench coat.
Inside, stacks of US dollars filled the entire case neatly.
"Oh!"
The man opposite clapped his hands ecstatically with exaggerated actions. Then, he cocked his chin slightly. His underling next to him understood what he meant and also took out a similar case and opened it.
A substance that looked like flour was neatly placed in transparent plastic bags.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
At the same time!
Both parties whipped out their guns simultaneously and pointed them straight at each other's heads!
The gangster man and the man in the shirt both smiled dangerously and viciously as they instructed their underlings,
"Inspect the goods."
"Inspect the goods."
Each side sent two people who walked to the two cases to inspect whether the good they demanded in this transaction were genuine.
After a while, both of them stepped back and nodded at their respective bosses. "They're real."
Immediately after those words were said, both cases were closed shut, and both parties flung the case over. The moment the cases were in their respective owners, everyone tacitly put their guns away.
It appeared that this was not the first time they were working together.
"Great working with you. I look forward to our next meeting,"
The man in the shirt laughed and said, while the man in the black trench coat simply snorted without responding.
…
…
"Wa ha ha ha ha! It's too simple!!! That stupid summoned beast actually thought that such a simple task would frighten this amazing master!"
In the night sky…
Overcoming his fear under normal circumstances for the first time, Fang Ran, who was controlling [The Float], realized that flying in the air…
Was actually a very pleasurable experience.
The night breeze was whooshing in his ears as [The Float] loyally carried out Fang Ran's orders. After Fang Ran sped up and rushed out, [The Float] levitated his body and floated forward.
When he arrived at the next building, Fang Ran landed on the roof in a cool pose and snapped his fingers with an 'I'm handsome' expression on his face.
"Stop shamelessly acting cool. Hurry up, you have not even covered half the distance!"
Ling's voice sounded in the distance. Looking at the faint flickering lights in the near distance, Fang Ran smiled triumphantly and said,
"Rest assured, with my current speed, I will make it within the time limit!"
"Oh? Then I shall look forward to it."
In the data space, Ling kicked back and floated in mid air with the corners of her mouth curling up into a smile as she revoked her telekinesis that had been acting as a sheet metal beneath her.
"Cloud-ascending Ladder!!!"
Fang Ran snorted in the night, as if he was an ancient martial arts master treading on the eaves of the night, carrying out shady businesses like raping women in their hoems and looting… Ahem, carrying out chivalrous acts!
Fang Ran sped up and leapt out with [The Float] coming into play. He floated forward as if his body was being dragged forward. Fang Ran found it extremely interesting.
He was nearing Ling's position already. Fang Ran had already planned out how he was going to land in a cool manner.
As the goal grew closer, his mana value plummeted to zero. This was something Fang Ran was already very proficient with.
"Ha, how about it, I told you… Ah!"
Before Fang Ran could finish talking, Fang Ran felt as if the ground suddenly opened beneath his feet. It was as if he had stepped on a piece of paper, and he plummeted down with an 'oh my goodness' ringing out.
Thud!
Fang Ran, who fell to the ground extremely hard, felt as if his bones were about to shatter.
'Fortunately, this pit is not deep.'
Fang Ran thought as he rubbed his butt and looked up.
Then, he saw the burly men in black trench coats and the ruffians in shirts and suits, who were currently staring at him with strange gazes, as if they were witnessing Godzilla invading the Earth.
Then… Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Everyone pulled out their guns and pointed them at Fang Ran.
Um…
Seeing that there were more than twenty guns being pointed at him all at once, Fang Ran felt that he had to say something to save himself. The corners of his mouth twitched frantically as he tried to ask,
"Uh… Um… Good… good… good evening?"
Fang Ran, twenty years old. Fugitive at large, does not smoke, does not drink, does not engage in male homosexual practices, a virgin, the time he has been single is almost equivalent to his age, has not passed the Level 4 exam despite taking it three times, and was confessed to by a male friend. In the first half of the year, he lost his money three times, missed his stop six times, and got rejected seven times…
Was currently updating his autobiography.
Offended a drug cartel.