Chapter 90 – Level 3

[Student], [Martial Artist], [Ancient Language Expert]—these three professional panels flashed by, leading directly to the fourth and newest unlocked professional panel—

[Death Messenger (Extraordinary)]!

Lu Yuan’s eyes flickered intensely, barely able to contain his excitement.

[Death Messenger], unlocked by the red bead from the Divine Servant of the Crow Deity.

This was the first extraordinary panel Lu Yuan now possessed!

The term “extraordinary” prominently highlighted in the profession’s name carried significant weight.

Lu Yuan carefully examined the information on the panel.

He discovered that this newly unlocked profession, which had been unlocked for less than a night, had already reached level 3.

[Profession: Death Messenger (Extraordinary)

Level 3 (12/400)]

Lu Yuan paused slightly, a vision of a bead shattering and thick liquid seeping into his skin flashed through his mind.

“It’s because of that bead!”

The panel information from last night was still there. Lu Yuan found it and read it again.

“It triggered professional fusion and advancement. Without meeting the judgment conditions, it directly increased my professional experience.”

Lu Yuan clicked his tongue in amazement, growing more curious about the bead’s origin.

This also explained his increases in constitution and intelligence.

[Death Messenger (Extraordinary)] had leveled up twice due to the bead’s effect, earning 2 attribute points and skill points as upgrade rewards.

The 2 unused skill points in the available skill points section confirmed this.

“Intelligence must have increased after experiencing the crow dream.

But seriously, can what is said in a dream really count? It actually added points for me.”

Lu Yuan couldn’t help but complain.

Last night in the crow dream, he casually mentioned healing his injuries. Somehow, some wise guy decided to allocate both attribute points to his constitution for “healing”!

“Well, whatever.”

Since the points were already allocated, Lu Yuan had no regrets.

At least he was injury-free now, which would save him a lot of trouble when he got home later.

“But why is the newly unlocked extraordinary panel like this?”

Lu Yuan looked at the [Death Messenger (Extraordinary)] panel, his eyes flickering with a mix of surprise and contemplation.

Twenty minutes later, Lu Yuan reached home.

On the way back, he got a preliminary taste of the power of having 15 constitution points.

No.

He should say it was abnormal!

The seven to eight kilometers from Jiangbin Park to his home felt effortless.

It was as if he had just taken a short stroll.

After a bout of fast running, he wasn’t out of breath or flushed and barely broke a sweat.

It was worth noting that he had been running at a speed close to a full sprint for an average person.

“Now I understand why Lin Zhiqin smokes like a chimney every day. With such a strong physique, a bit of nicotine doesn’t really do much harm.”

From a distance, Lu Yuan saw the storefront of his family’s Small Shop and slowed his pace, walking over leisurely.

“Smoking is still harmful to health. It’s a bad habit.”

Zheng Qiuling stood at the entrance of the Small Shop, holding a small notebook and taking stock of the goods.

Lu Yuan looked down at himself and quickly thought of a strategy to deal with the situation.

“Mom! Did you buy breakfast?”

Lu Yuan approached his mom proactively.

Zheng Qiuling turned at the sound, glancing at him while continuing to jot down notes in her notebook.

“Huh, when did you go out? I thought you were still asleep.”

As she spoke, she suddenly stopped, stepped closer, and scrutinized Lu Yuan.

“What happened to you? Did you get into a fight again?”

Zheng Qiuling reached out to pull at Lu Yuan’s clothes.

Last night, Lu Yuan had gone out wearing a white T-shirt and khaki shorts.

During the fight with the Divine Servant of the Crow Deity, he got splattered with filthy blood.

Although he had soaked in the river long enough to wash most of it off, running all the way back had left his clothes wrinkled and yellowed, as if they hadn’t been washed for days.

The crucial point was that a large piece of the hem was missing. Lu Yuan had torn it off to use as earplugs to block the Crow Deity’s demonic sounds.

“Today is just the worst,” Lu Yuan sighed, shaking his head. He pulled his mobile phone out of his pocket and explained, “My phone accidentally fell into the river while I was running. I tried to retrieve it, but I slipped and fell in too.”

“How could you be so careless!” Zheng Qiuling fussed, gently pushing aside the messy hair on Lu Yuan’s forehead. “Go upstairs and take a shower, change into some clean clothes. I’ll go buy you some breakfast. We can get the phone repaired later. If it can’t be fixed, I’ll buy you a new one.”

Being first in the grade for the final exam definitely had its perks.

“Okay,” Lu Yuan nodded. He took a couple of steps, then turned back and whispered, “Remember, don’t buy from the steamed bun shop across the street. Their food is terrible.”

“Alright, alright, you picky eater,” Zheng Qiuling teased, ushering him upstairs.

“Mission accomplished!” Lu Yuan thought to himself as he entered the house. The first thing he did was go to his bedroom and fix the bent security window from the night before.

He then turned on his computer to check the surveillance footage, breathing a sigh of relief.

Luckily, none of the things he was worried about had happened.

His grandfather, Lu Yueping, wasn’t home, probably out buying groceries or watching chess at the park.

Lu Yuan quickly showered, changed into clean clothes, and hurried downstairs.

Breakfast was a box of beef steamed buns from another street, bought by Zheng Qiuling.

Each bun was about the size of an adult’s palm.

There were ten chive-filled buns and ten radish-filled buns, steaming hot and smelling delicious.

Lu Yuan ate them with boxed milk, while cautiously asking his mom, “Where’s Dad?”

Zheng Qiuling, busy with inventory, replied absent-mindedly, “He went to the police station early this morning.”

Lu Yuan’s expression changed slightly as he feigned curiosity. “Why?”

“It’s because of that matter again,” Zheng Qiuling sighed, stopping her work. “Remember I told you someone took our merchandise and disappeared without paying?”

“Yes, I remember,” Lu Yuan nodded, taking a bite of a bun.

“Your dad found the person last night.”

“Did he get the money back?”

“Money isn’t the issue at all,” Zheng Qiuling’s expression grew complicated as she spoke softly, “It seems that person was kidnapped.”

“He came back late last night and kept insisting on calling the police. I didn’t stop him. He went to the police station and returned around four in the morning. He had just fallen asleep when the police station called him back.”

“Why?!”

“The person is dead. A massive fire took them all his wife, kids, and the people who kidnapped them. They all perished.”

Zheng Qiuling sighed deeply, then gently patted Lu Yuan’s shoulder, her face filled with emotion. “So, having the family safe and healthy is what matters most. Thank heavens this didn’t happen to our family. Poor Lao Wang and his family.”

Zheng Qiuling clasped her hands together in prayer for a moment, murmuring a few words, before getting up to continue with the inventory.