My Identity Is Becoming More and More Astonishing

Seeing Chen Yu return so quickly, the maid at the door was taken aback, "That was a fast comeback..."

"Shut up."

Almost slapping the maid on the forehead, Chen Yu carefully pushed open the door and slipped back into his plump neighbor’s room.

About a minute later, he walked out holding a trench coat and jeans.

"Remember," Chen Yu stressed, "you can’t tell anyone!"

"Yes, yes, yes." The maid nodded repeatedly.

Moving downstairs with light steps, the sensor light on the first floor turned on automatically, and Chen Yu went into the kitchen, sneakily pulling out a kitchen knife before returning to his bedroom.

Immediately, he rolled up his sleeve and slashed his arm harshly with the sharp blade!

"Clang—"

It was the sound of metal scraping against metal.

On his arm, all that was left was a shallow white mark...

"Damn!"

"Awesome!"

Chen Yu, elated, twirled the knife, then plunged it into his chest!

"Pfft!"

The tip of the knife trembled, penetrating only half a centimeter before being tightly wedged by solid muscle.

Looking at the trickle of blood from the wound, Chen Yu repressed his excitement, pulled out the kitchen knife, and with two fingers of his right hand, gave it a light twist.

"Dang!"

The brand-new stainless steel kitchen knife broke instantly.

"..."

"Whew."

Taking a deep breath, Chen Yu felt completely at ease.

It was certain now.

He had indeed "copied" all the abilities of his fat neighbor’s "First Layer of Defying Fate Skill."

Without any discount whatsoever.

From this moment on, he could truly consider himself a Transcendent.

Impervious to swords and guns.

Strength beyond measure.

The only thing not tested now was his explosive agility.

But actually, there was no need to continue testing.

"This fatty really is my lucky star."

Thinking of another newly-learned skill inside the other’s body, "Supernatural Conduction," Chen Yu tossed away the kitchen knife and with a big jump, "flew" onto the bed, covered himself with the blanket, and excitedly rubbed his hands together under the covers.

After a long while, he finally calmed down from his boiling emotions.

Closing his eyes, he fell asleep with a smile.

"..."

"A Transcendent, huh..."

"..."

"Hahaha, hic..."

The plump neighbor was so cooperative.

If he didn’t "farm" it one more time, how could he be worthy of his parents’ upbringing?

However.

Perhaps the heavens just couldn’t stand to watch his "inhuman," "reviled by gods and men," "struck by heavenly thunder" vile deeds any longer.

His title...

Changed ahead of time.

When Chen Yu woke up the next afternoon under the bright sunshine, just when he was about to start his new life as a Transcendent, he "accidentally" saw his new title through the reflection in the window glass...

(What the...what...female)

Chen Yu: "..."

Stunned for a long moment.

He rubbed his eyes, looked again more carefully...

This time he saw it clearly.

It was—"The Pure and Untouched Virgin."

His complexion turned instantly from white, to yellow.

Then from yellow, it slowly turned to green.

From green, it changed to black.

From black, it morphed back into white...

His body tensed up.

His brain froze.

A combination of curses infused with the power of three "mothers"—"motherf***er," "God dammit," and "F***ing hell"—got stuck in his throat, struggling to come out.

One minute.

Three minutes. Your journey continues on empire

Five minutes...

About ten minutes later, Chen Yu gradually regained consciousness.

And regained control of his body.

Then, without any hesitation, he jumped out of bed, got dressed, and put on a hat.

He found a piece of wire and wrapped his head and the hat tightly together before rummaging through the room, finding a black hat, a green hat, a red hat, a formal hat, a cotton hat, a leather hat...

All of them he put on his head to prevent any "titles" from leaking out, and then he opened the window.

Without looking back, he climbed out the window and fled...

The faster he ran, the more frantic he became.

Panic was etched on his face as if it were tangible.

Half an hour later.

When the chubby neighbor finished lunch and came to check on Chen Yu, pushing the door open, all he saw was a room in disarray.

And the window fluttering in the winter breeze.

Chubby neighbor: "…Where’s my brother?"

…

The north wind, howling.

Snowflakes, gently falling.

On the endlessly extending national road, a shared bicycle sped along!

Sparks flew between the gears.

Skid marks were left where the tires met the ground.

Chen Yu maintained a speed of eighty kilometers per hour, moving against the wind.

If one observed closely, they could find tears on his "sad" face.

He wouldn’t stay in the capital anymore.

Now, he just wanted to go home.

To return to that warm, safe, unnoticed rental room, to wait out this "devilish" month.

If anyone dared to report him during this time,

He swore to obliterate their entire family…

Having copied the "First Layer of Contralife Skill" from his chubby neighbor in the early hours, his physical abilities now far surpassed those of an ordinary person.

The fragile bike.

The eighty-kilometer speed.

He actually maintained it for six hours!

Just before the sky turned completely dark, he successfully reached Qingcheng.

"Clang!"

Tossing the near-scrap bicycle aside, Chen Yu rubbed his windblown face, patted the dust off his clothes, and with his mask and hats still on, he passed through the unguarded gates of Qingcheng.

He walked briskly towards his apartment building.

But perhaps it’s true that misfortune never comes singly.

After an arduous journey, when Chen Yu finally returned to his rental on the 12th floor of Jiangshan Home, he came face to face with a team of police at his doorstep.

"Fuck."

He only had time for one curse before, in a speed that was well beyond a mortal’s, he flashed into the corner, using his hands and feet together to propel upwards into the crevice.

Like a gecko, he climbed up to the ceiling and hid away.

The group of police then showed up.

"Where the hell could this kid Chen Yu have run off to?" the deputy director of Hongtukeng frowned deeply.

"Could it be his title malfunctioned, and then he fled?" a male officer beside him speculated.

"That’s unlikely," the deputy director flipped open a notebook and looked at Chen Yu’s previous title of "Top Scorer in College Entrance Exam": "He’s been a top scorer, could he really go back to his old ways and commit crimes?"

"Probably went back to his hometown," guessed another attractive female officer with a blink of her eyes. "Boss, let’s call it a day. We can check with the police in Hecheng tomorrow to see if Chen Yu went back home."

"That’s all we can do for now..."

As they conversed, the three of them entered the elevator and left.

Chen Yu on the ceiling finally breathed a sigh of relief, flipped over skillfully, and landed quietly. He straightened his crooked hats, walked to his apartment door, took out his keys, and unlocked it.

"Ah..."

"I’ve arrived."

Looking at his familiar room, a complex mixture of emotions welled up inside him.

He stood dazed for a good while.

He walked into the place, closed the door, and took off his mask.

Beneath the mask was another mask.

He removed the second mask to reveal yet another beneath it...

Until after taking off the fifth one, Chen Yu’s "sad" face finally appeared.

Then, he took off his "five layers" of hats like nesting dolls, slowly walked to the bathroom mirror.

Looking at his newly acquired title— "Pure and Untouched Virgin" on his head,

His face turned ashen.

Chen Yu: "...Gu Waleiduo♪~ Not enough die to search♫~ Ah not even one death♫..."

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