Chapter Thirteen: The Astonished Young Master Qin
Qin Mingze.
As soon as he saw the incoming number, Fu Qian answered the call cheerfully.
“You’re not at home?”
The person on the other end sounded a bit confused.
“Having dinner downstairs.”
“Rare to see you actually go out to eat!”
Qin’s tone was tinged with sarcasm.
“You’re not outside my place, are you?”
“What do you think? Hurry back. I went to my hometown this weekend and brought you some local specialties... Forget it, I’ll come down to find you. Got some things to do later, so I’ll just leave them at your door.”
Fu Qian was more than happy to agree and hung up immediately.
As a seasoned homebody, this Qin Mingze was one of the few friends Fu Qian had.
He was a few years older, a true young talent.
From a well-off family, a sports star, a social butterfly, fluent in five foreign languages, and a graduate of a prestigious university at a young age.
He was currently interning at a large law firm, determined to become a professional litigator.
Such a person should have nothing in common with Fu Qian, yet somehow they became friends.
In his words, “Without a professional watching over you, you’d definitely become a dangerous element to society. Seeing you gives me a strange sense of mission.”
Five minutes later, a tall figure pushed open the door of McDonald’s and strode toward Fu Qian.
“Since you’re out rare like this, can’t you eat something healthy... Damn!”
Dressed in a suit, Qin Mingze stopped two steps away from Fu Qian.
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
“What the hell... what happened to you?”
“Oh, been working out recently.”
Facing Qin Mingze’s bewildered expression, Fu Qian had already prepared his answer, wearing an innocent look.
He knew his transformation was a bit exaggerated.
Though he was originally tall but slender, standing before Qin Mingze looked like a stick figure.
But after turning into a brawler, while still not as bulky as Qin Mingze, he was completely different—his entire body exuded solid strength.
“You work out too? And you’ve gotten ripped so fast! How long has it been since we last met?”
Sitting down, Qin Mingze still couldn’t believe it.
“Specializing in my craft.”
Fu Qian continued to talk nonsense.
“But aren’t you about to go bankrupt?”
“That’s why I’m investing in myself. I’m planning a career shift; mooching off others is officially part of my career plan now.”
...
Until they parted ways, Qin Mingze remained shocked, shaking his head as he looked at Fu Qian’s physique.
“Everyone has their talent. To get this fit, I’d rather learn three foreign languages.”
“You’re born to be a gigolo. In a few days, I’ll introduce some rich ladies to you. Don’t forget your old pal when you’re living the high life.”
“Of course, I won’t forget the kindness of a brother who recognized me.”
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After the astonished Qin Mingze left, Fu Qian leisurely returned home and found two large cardboard boxes stacked at the doorstep.
They really worry I’ll starve to death, huh?
Fu Qian blinked and carried the boxes inside.
...
[Today's work begins]
[Warning: Containment breach]
[Name: Cocoon Chamber, Code: 2-292]
[Today's work updated: Enter containment scene 2-292, complete recontainment]
Ha!
The familiar style and scent!
This warehouse just can’t go a day without a breach—it’s unbearable otherwise!
The next day, upon entering the warehouse, Fu Qian was unsurprised to encounter another breach.
This time, the anomaly was even stranger.
Phantasmal cocoons drifted in midair—each made of intertwined black and white threads.
They flickered and occasionally twitched, as if something inside was trying to come alive.
[Entering containment scene 2-292]
[...1%...3%...10%...50%...98%...100%, loading complete]
[Breaking out of a cocoon is a painful process. Humanity’s desire for power is endless, yet every step toward exploring the extraordinary is fraught with danger.
Immature larvae are fragile; threats lurk everywhere.]
[Containment success condition: Ensure Wen Li successfully advances to Tier Six]
Sss!
The moment the containment condition appeared, Fu Qian inhaled sharply.
Who is Wen Li aside, this is a protection mission!
Everyone knows that in nearly all games, protection, escort, and rescue missions are the most troublesome.
And the ones Fu Qian hates the most.
Just thinking about those NPCs who run around seeking death makes him want to quit.
[Choose the skills you want to bring]
The familiar skill window appeared again. Fu Qian glanced over it and noticed “Brawler” was no longer listed.
Looks like this skill has completely merged with him, no longer considered an extra skill.
Without hesitation, Fu Qian selected all the skills.
[Skills: Air Bullets, Vital Organ Critical, Feline School]
[Weapon: None]
In the next instant, the scene shifted.
Fu Qian immediately readied himself for battle.
No choice—the previous encounters had left a deep impression.
Every time he ventured out, the situation was perilous.
Yet this time was wildly different from his expectations.
Blue skies and clear waters, lush green grass and shaded woods.
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What greeted his eyes was a rare and beautiful scene.
Beneath his feet lay a massive circular plaza, crafted entirely from white marble.
Ahead stood a row of magnificent white villas, lavish but tasteful, exuding an air of nobility.
In front of the villas, servants dressed in uniform bustled about in small groups.
This atmosphere felt off!
Fu Qian had an inexplicable sense of foreboding.
Putting aside the stark difference from previous scenes, this setting was hard to connect to the warehouse’s cocoon illusions.
When things are abnormal, there’s always something sinister—he needed to proceed cautiously.
“Don’t look around!”
Suddenly, a voice whispered sharply from behind.
Fu Qian turned to see a massive figure.
The man was nearly two meters tall, rugged features with eyes like bull’s eyes.
Bulging muscles and a sturdy build were tightly wrapped in a black uniform—an unmistakable Schwarzenegger-plus.
He patted Fu Qian’s shoulder with an arm thicker than Fu Qian’s waist, his expression serious.
“The Wen family paid us handsomely to be here. We must show professionalism.
They’ve faced two assassination attempts within a month, one involving an extraordinary being. We can’t afford to be careless.”
Fu Qian looked down at his own uniform, matching the man’s style.
So this time, he was a hired bodyguard.
The Wen family?
The Wen family of Wen Li?
Fu Qian blinked.
“How did the Wen family get involved with extraordinary beings? This mission sounds way too dangerous.”
“How should I know? Most of the employer’s money is to keep us from asking questions.”
Schwarzenegger shot him a glare.
“But I’ve heard some things privately. The Wen family seems like ordinary wealthy landowners on the surface, but their young lady Wen Li is a genuine extraordinary being.
Apparently, she’s a rare psychic type. The Wen family kept it secret and nurtured her quietly.
Recently, news broke that Wen Li might advance to Tier Six. If she succeeds, the Wen family will rise to true power.
Unfortunately, not everyone wants to see that happen. The Wen family has made many enemies, so there’s been quite a bit of trouble.”
So that’s the story.
Fu Qian gained a clearer understanding of this mission.
Schwarzenegger was a professional; his information was likely reliable.
In other words, Fu Qian’s task was to ensure the Wen family’s young lady ascended smoothly.
What kind of level was a Tier Six extraordinary being? How did it compare to himself?
Of course, what puzzled him most was: it was just an extraordinary being leveling up—what did that have to do with the warehouse’s containment objects?