Unable to wait any longer, Jiangnan jumped out of bed to test it out.
With a flick of his hand, a crystal-clear chain, as thick as a pinky, shot out.
It danced freely like a magical snake, controlled at will.
It felt like an extension of his body.
It was remarkably similar to Zhou Laifu’s steel wire.
Completely made of spatial energy, extremely tough.
Even more interesting, Jiangnan could make the void chain completely transparent.
No one else could detect it except him.
It could even anchor in the void.
Jiangnan opened the window, reached out, and shot the chain.
The void chain extended about 300 metres, one end fixed in the void.
“Bloody hell, Spider-Man, is it?”
He controlled the void chain to pull back.
It yanked his body out of the room.
He hung upside down like Spider-Man at 300 metres high.
So comfortable.
The kid next door pointed out the window, eyes sparkling. “Mummy, Mummy, Spider-Man, Toot-Toot Hero.”
Mummy: “Alright, alright, want to watch Piggy Hero? The one with a lollipop in a red suit?”
“I’ll find the disc for you.”
Kid: ???
…
After testing the new spirit skill, Jiangnan returned to his room, deep in thought.
It could extend up to about 300 metres.
It couldn’t pass through a spatial wormhole; the two repelled each other, though Jiangnan didn’t understand why.
He could only control two chains at once; any more wouldn’t work.
Though as fine as a pinky, its cutting ability wasn’t as good as steel wire.
But the invisibility was very useful.
Jiangnan lay on the bed, chuckling, and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, he didn’t go to school.
It was the weekend.
Xia Yao’s face, after a night, was even more swollen.
She was wrapped in a blanket, curled up on the sofa watching TV.
“You could eat vitality ginseng, it reduces swelling.”
Xia Yao glared at him. “I’m not eating that, it’ll give me a nosebleed.”
She turned and jumped, seeing Jiangnan in long trousers, a hooded sweatshirt, mask, and sunglasses, completely covered.
“You going out?”
“Yeah, to get some furniture.”
“Bring me ice cream, chocolate flavour.”
Jiangnan: “Black on black?”
[Resentment points from Xia Yao +666.]
…
Was Jiangnan really going for furniture?
Well, that was secondary.
The main goal was to cash in some money.
That 50 million Da Le Dou ticket was still in his pocket.
Hammer Bro’s selfless contribution had to be cashed in.
Walking along, Jiangnan saw a shop at the street corner.
Children’s Paradise.
…
At that moment, the Jiangcheng Da Le Dou lottery station hall was crowded with reporters and lottery players.
“Hello, everyone, I’m reporter Hu Shuo.”
“Through our investigation, we can confirm the 50 million cash winning ticket came from this shop.”
“The redemption deadline is noon today, but so far, the winner hasn’t shown up.”
“Did they forget the deadline, or not notice the winning numbers?”
“As time ticks by, will they miss this heaven-sent jackpot?”
The crowd was buzzing with discussion.
Da Le Dou hadn’t had a full-number winner in nearly three and a half years.
A 50 million prize landing in Jiangcheng was bound to make the news.
“Everyone’s curious about the winner. With half an hour left until the deadline, he…”
“I heard you redeem prizes here?”
Instantly, the room went silent.
No, they were dumbfounded.
A person in an Ultraman costume stormed into the camera frame.
Clutching a crumpled lottery ticket.
Hu Shuo: ???
Crowd: ???
Bloody hell.
Is that Diga or Zero?
Do you have to be so thoroughly disguised?
Scared of relatives borrowing money or what?
Most people claiming prizes wear a mask or headgear at most.
This guy went all out.
An Ultraman costume, 360-degree protection.
With a bloody blue light on the chest.
Are you serious?
Xia Yao, idly flipping channels at home, switched to Jiangcheng TV.
Seeing Ultraman claiming a prize, she spat out her soda.
The lottery station manager rushed up, checked the ticket, and was stunned.
“That’s it, that’s the one.”
Hu Shuo cleared her throat, an experienced reporter who’d seen it all.
“Hello, I’m Hu Shuo from the TV station. May I have your name?”
Jiangnan: ???
Isn’t this the idiot reporter who claimed to be Sailor Moon at a fire scene?
Can’t you see I transformed to hide my identity?
And you’re asking my name?
Jiangnan cleared his throat. “Listen carefully.”
Hu Shuo nodded eagerly.
“Salted Egg Superman.”
Hu Shuo: ???
The crowd was baffled.
[Resentment points from Hu Shuo +1000.]
Bloody hell, that casual?
Hu Shuo gave an awkward but polite smile to the camera.
“It seems this gentleman prefers not to reveal his real name.”
“May I ask, after winning 50 million, are you happy?”
Jiangnan paused. “What’s the connection between the two?”
Hu Shuo: “How could there not be?”
Jiangnan: “Didn’t I just tell you? My surname’s Salted. Salted Egg Superman.”
What, do I have to change my surname to Lucky after winning 50 million?
Lucky Egg Superman?
Sounds awful.
Hu Shuo froze for three seconds before reacting.
Bloody hell, who said anything about surnaming Lucky?
Did your Chinese teacher die too early?
[Resentment points from Hu Shuo +1000.]
Can’t you follow the script? This is live.
“Uh, so, what do you plan to do with the money? Buy a house, a car, or…”
“Beep, beep, beep.”
Jiangnan glanced down; the blue light on his chest had turned red.
“Oh no, low on energy. I need to return to my home planet to recharge.”
“Money cashed yet?”
Hu Shuo: !!!
Low on energy, what’s that?
Recharge on your home planet?
Do you have to be so in-character?
If you pulled out a transformation device, I’d believe you.
Her composure collapsed.
The lottery manager, face dark, said, “It’s done. After tax, 40 million, transferred to your account.”
Jiangnan chuckled.
As he stepped off the platform, a group in suits and ties rushed up.
“Hey, don’t go. Salted Egg Superman, buying a house? Yulong Bay, three-bedroom, discounts now.”
“Superman Bro, I have prime properties. I’ll give you a discount.”
“Superman Bro, my card.”
“I’m Wang Zihua, manager at Tangchen Gardens. Contact me if you need anything.”
Jiangnan took the card. “Got it, Manager Hua.”
Prince of Sales?
Tsk tsk tsk, probably can get a better deal.
“Sorry, Superman Bro, my surname’s Wang.”
[Resentment points from Wang Zihua +1000.]
You never studied Chinese, did you?
