"Host, you can only chalk this up to bad luck, and I'm even counting this as your beginner's welcome bonus. My system is way more ruthless than miHoYo because everything can be drawn here, which means there's no pity system."
Hearing the system's reply, Lin Yu looked even more miserable than if he had eaten shit. Whose gacha system didn't have a pity system?
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for acquiring a Clearing Mind Pill (Purple) from a certain cultivation world. {Note: This item is dozens of times better than those in the store and can truly dispel all negative effects.}"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for acquiring the Mask of Tarak, lord of the Ten Shadowkhan Tribes from the *Adventures of Jackie Chan* world (Gold)."
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"What the—holy shit, the Mask of Tarak, lord of the Shadowkhan?!"
Seeing the familiar mask on the light screen and hearing the system prompt, Lin Yu froze in place.
After all, who, upon seeing Jade's ninja legion, wouldn't want a group of subordinates like that?
Yet Lin Yu quickly came to his senses: if he put on this mask, could he ever take it off again? Would he be controlled by Tarak's consciousness?
"Um, system, about this mask..."
"Rest assured, none of the things the host is imagining will happen. After all, this has been modified by the system."
"Phew—then I can rest easy."
Lin Yu let out a long sigh of relief, staring at the mask in his hand and growing more fond of it the longer he looked.
"System, is there anything in the store that can only change form?"
"Why are you asking that, Host?"
"Isn't it a bit weird to be holding or wearing a mask around all day?"
The system paused to think for a moment.
"There is an appearance transformer in the store for fifteen hundred points. Though it can only be used once, you can transform it into whatever shape you want without any problem."
Lin Yu thought it over. He was earning points quickly anyway, and it was quite cheap, so he went ahead and bought it.
Holding the transformer in his hand, Lin Yu fell into deep thought once more.
"System, tell me, if I transform the mask into a ring, will I still be able to summon the Shadowkhan ninjas?"
This was the question Lin Yu needed answered most right now.
"If the host uses the transformer to turn the mask into a ring and wears it on your hand, you can still summon members of the Shadowkhan. Furthermore, unless you willingly remove the ring, no one else can take it off, and even if the host loses it, you can recall it to the system space."
"Hahaha, wonderful, wonderful."
With that, Lin Yu used the transformer to turn Tarak's mask into a ring, sliding it onto the index finger of his left hand.
The ring had transformed according to Lin Yu's thoughts: it was a golden dragon-shaped ring, with the dragon's mouth cradling a blue gemstone.
One look and you could tell the ring was worth a fortune, to say nothing of the fact that it featured a dragon biting a gemstone.
Right now, Lin Yu was rather excited. After all, the Shadowkhan was the dream of countless people. He tried summoning them, and the next moment, wisps of shadow shifted outward from his shadow, bursting forth from the ground.
It was identical to the ones in his memories: black ninja garb, somewhat pale and ashen skin, and glowing red eyes.
"Ahem, you, you, and you—the three of you stay in my shadow. The moment there's any danger, come out and protect me immediately without waiting for my command."
Lin Yu pointed at three shadows to protect himself: one from the Crustaceous Legion, one from the Minotaur Legion, and one from the Razor Legion. He ordered the rest to go guard outside the villa, grab anyone who harbored malicious intent toward him, kill anyone with murderous intent, and clean up the surroundings.
After all, he had come to another world, and he had an endless supply of shadow soldiers. If Brother Wang hadn't warned him this afternoon, he wouldn't even have known he was being targeted.
Once Lin Yu finished giving his orders, the previously bustling bedroom instantly fell quiet, leaving Lin Yu all by himself.
Soon, Lin Yu drifted off into dreamland. What he didn't know was that a fierce-looking, burly man was walking toward the villa.
"Hmph, those idiots at the Paranormal Bureau really think I'm going to go after some newly awakened person? That was just a smokescreen I used to throw you all off."
"If my demon blade hadn't been able to sense the presence of an awakened being, I would've been caught long ago."
Blood Butcher looked at the exquisite villa before him, murder already rising in his heart. Remembering how a rich man had once run over him and broken his leg, the sight of these wealthy people made him want to slaughter them all.
Anyway, this was the only villa around here, housing at most ten or twenty people. He'd kill them all and use their blood to nourish his broken leg through the demon blade.
Through his past few treatments, he could already feel the existence of his leg.
Yet before he could make his next move, dense red dots of light appeared all around him.
He instinctively took a step back, and the next instant, he was surrounded by a group of Shadowkhan ninjas.
Looking at these grotesque, inhuman fellows, he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but though his jaw moved, no sound came out.
As it turned out, his neck had already been sliced clean through by the blade of a Minotaur Legion warrior behind him; it had simply happened too fast for him to feel it.
A second later, his head rolled onto the ground, his wide-open eyes staring up at the sky in sheer disbelief. After all, having killed so many people, he never expected that one day he would die without putting up even the slightest bit of resistance.
In the span of a few breaths, the Shadowkhan ninjas cleaned up the surrounding area and slipped back into the shadows, leaving the place looking as if nothing had ever happened.