If these two items hadn't been placed in front of him, he would have truly thought he had just had a nightmare.
Volume One: Farewell to the Mortal World, Chapter Two: Miraculous Supernatural Abilities
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Holding the safe, Xiao Wenbing asked the waiter for a large bag, put the contents inside, and then paid the bill and left under the waiter's surprised gaze.
He didn't go to Good Luck Express Company again, but went straight home.
He owns two apartments in the city. One of them is publicly registered with the company; it's a second-hand apartment, one bedroom and one living room, over fifty square meters in size.
The other is a duplex suite with an area of 260 square meters.
The value of this suite alone is equivalent to the lifetime income of an average white-collar worker.
Xiao Wenbing was an orphan with limited education; after completing nine years of compulsory education, he began living on the streets. He finally managed to secure a job at a courier company, earning a legitimate income.
In his heart, he actually valued this job quite a bit. It wasn't that he coveted the meager salary, but rather that having a legitimate job and living a nine-to-five life gave him a sense of being an ordinary person.
Yes, he is not an ordinary person.
An ordinary person could never afford that apartment even if they worked in that position for two lifetimes.
He is a person with special abilities.
His special ability is to create something out of nothing, to conjure up whatever he imagines out of thin air.
Of course, the prerequisite is that he must have seen the actual object and scanned it with his special ability, and memorized it.
If you give him a picture of a Desert Eagle and ask him to build one, even if you kill him, he can only make a paper gun at most.
Moreover, his special abilities are not very strong. If he tries to create something that is too complex or too large or heavy, the result is almost always failure.
However, since God has endowed him with this magical ability, it is still possible for him to replicate a few jewels.
Snakes have their paths, and rats have theirs. Among his friends were a few notable figures.
To buy these two houses, Xiao Wenbing made several trips to jewelry stores in other provinces.
Upon returning, he sold the jewelry he had created for 30% of the market price.
He didn't sell many goods; besides purchasing these two properties, he had less than 80,000 yuan in the bank.
He knew that if he acted too frequently, the chances of getting into trouble would increase exponentially. He certainly liked money, but he couldn't afford to earn too much money that was too risky.
He had already deeply understood the principle of knowing when to stop when he was very young, when the older children in the orphanage snatched the candy he was showing off from his hand.
Nothing should be done excessively until you have sufficient power to protect yourself.
But today, he was furious. Lu Jun, he had memorized that name.
He will never forget this person who caused him such great suffering. The heart-wrenching pain he felt is enough to make him remember this person for eternity.
I will not offend others unless they offend me; if they offend me, I will repay them tenfold.
Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to invite humiliation. Going to Lu Jun now would be a death sentence. Since Lu Jun possessed such mysterious and unpredictable abilities, and his words were filled with murderous intent, he probably wouldn't care about his life.
So, when he is powerless to do so, he can only wait. He will definitely not miss any opportunity as long as it arises.
This was his motto, the basic principle for an orphan living in this society.
He took out a card, swiped it on the door, and opened the door.
This duplex apartment is a bit pricey, and the property management fees in the complex aren't cheap either.
However, you get what you pay for; the security and environment here are indeed top-notch in the city.
He doesn't come here every day, but through the property management, he hired a part-time cleaner to clean his house regularly, so it's relatively clean.
He tossed the briefcase he was holding onto the sofa and stretched out a big yawn.
Although the excruciating pain from before had passed, the heart-pounding feeling did not disappear so quickly.
He poured himself a glass of warm water, drank it slowly, and after a long time, he finally calmed down.
Superpowers cannot be used at all times. If he cannot maintain a peaceful state of mind, the possibility of failure will increase significantly.
He arrived at the master bedroom on the second floor and opened the door.
This is the only locked door in the house, and he personally cleans the inside. Unless forced, no one but him can enter.
He brought the briefcase inside, then turned back and locked the door.
Gazing at the combination lock box before him, Xiao Wenbing's eyes revealed a hint of doubt.
Although he didn't know what was inside, one thing was certain: it was definitely something extraordinary.
Lu Jun is a dangerous man, and the tasks he assigns are certainly not simple; in fact, they may be fraught with danger.
So, what secrets lie behind this mission?
I carefully checked the door; it would be a huge joke if someone broke it down while I was using my special abilities.
He closed his eyes, and a wisp of mental energy appeared out of thin air on the combination lock box.
This was a fluctuation invisible to the naked eye, like an X-ray, scanning the combination lock box bit by bit along a certain line.
A progress bar appeared in his mind, just like the blue progress bar that appears when installing software on a computer.
One percent, two percent...
When the progress reached 20%, the progress bar, which had been jumping forward, suddenly slowed down. It moved forward little by little, like a snail.
A layer of mist rose from his forehead, and gradually, large beads of sweat seeped out from his head.
He gritted his teeth and desperately tried to mobilize his remaining supernatural power, hoping to succeed in one fell swoop. However, it was clear that his strength was far too lacking.
"Thump..." His body slid limply from the chair to the ground.
His head was throbbing with pain, almost as bad as the excruciating pain he had just experienced.
He was completely drained of strength; the supernatural scan had exhausted his last bit of power, leaving him with neither mental nor physical strength.
And so, he lay down on the floor and drifted off to sleep.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he was woken up by a phone ringing.
He struggled to move his weary body and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Without even glancing at it, he pressed the answer button.
"Xiao Wenbing?"
His mind cleared instantly; the voice belonged to none other than his boss, Cheng Yifei.
"Hello, Manager Cheng."
Xiao Wenbing was startled by his own voice, which was extremely hoarse, like the clash of metal and stone, harsh and unpleasant to hear.
What's wrong with your voice? Are you sick?
"Um...yes, yes."
"Oh, then take good care of yourself and come back to work when you're better."
Xiao Wenbing put down the phone in a daze, unable to understand why Cheng Yifei had suddenly made such a call to him.
He glanced down at his phone, his eyes widening in shock. A whole day had passed. He'd slept for a full twenty hours.
He muttered a curse under his breath, then struggled to his feet, immediately feeling his empty stomach protesting loudly.
With a wry smile, Xiao Wenbing picked up the phone and ordered an extra-large hamburger.
When he got out of the bathroom, the fragrant hamburger had already been delivered. He wolfed down the hot hamburger, and his spirits lifted considerably.
Looking at the combination lock box placed in the bedroom, a feeling of unwillingness to admit defeat welled up in my heart again.
This time, however, he was not reckless.
He forcefully suppressed his curiosity and lay down on the bed. Unexpectedly, the moment his head touched the soft pillow, he immediately fell asleep.
When he woke up again, he found his stomach was empty. He glanced at the wall clock; another twelve hours had passed.
I got up and went to the gym, where I worked out on several sets of gym equipment for a long time until my body was completely soaked in sweat.
Order takeout, take a bath, eat, sleep.
When he woke up naturally five hours later, he was full of energy and in top condition.
Returning to the chair where he had fallen, Xiao Wenbing's expression turned solemn, and he closed his eyes again.
The mysterious mental fluctuations scanned the combination lock box again.
Suddenly, his body moved. This scan went exceptionally smoothly, consuming almost no energy, and easily reached 25% progress.
However, once we got here, things slowed down again, and that pace, even slower than a snail's crawl, inevitably returned.
Thirty-five percent complete—having reached this point, Xiao Wenbing was already feeling increasingly exhausted. He made a decisive decision to give up. The feeling of utter exhaustion was unpleasant, and he had no intention of trying a second time.
Moreover, his recent experience made him highly doubtful about one thing: whether his ability scanning could function like a computer downloading software, with the ability to continue from where it left off.
Because he had never encountered a similar situation before, he had no basis for comparison.
I really don't know what's in this safe; it takes so much effort to even scan it.
Even a top-of-the-line computer, advanced enough, wouldn't be difficult for him to create out of thin air, though he couldn't create it from scratch.
Could the contents of this safe be even more advanced and complex than this thing? In his memory, if it only required scanning, then there would be no need to use much of his special ability.
Take a break, take a break.
Exercise, order takeout, take a shower, eat, sleep.
After seven days of hard work, he finally succeeded and scanned the entire box into his mind.
Although he already knew that he would probably never be able to replicate it in his lifetime, the joy of success still made him beam with joy.