‘Really? Is that true?’
In front of the old, yellowish wooden oval mirror dresser, Yang Liuqing stared at the glass test tube filled with purple liquid in his hand.
His delicate features, beautiful enough to be described as lovely, were filled with disbelief.
This was the world’s only legendary-grade item.
Just a month ago, everyone was startled by a playful female voice in their minds.
She called herself the 【Game Administrator】, responsible for operating the super divine game 【God’s Gate】 on Water Blue Star.
A month later, God’s Gate opened, and the Path to Godhood appeared. Every human who had reached the age of eighteen would have a chance to be selected to enter the game.
Everyone could become a god.
At the same time, participants who met certain conditions could randomly draw an ability or an item.
At first, no one believed it.
It was too absurd. They thought it was some mysterious radio weapon developed by a hegemonic superpower to brainwash the world.
However, when this announcement-like thing rang out every day at exactly 00:00:00 Beijing time and a virtual panel popped up, the world had to believe.
The official authorities also stepped in.
This was a 【game】 concerning the survival of humanity.
No one knew the specifics, and no one knew who was pulling the strings behind the scenes.
From panic to complete numbness, Yang Liuqing only took three days.
He realized that this seemed to have little to do with him.
“Everyone becomes a god” sounded impressive.
But think about it carefully, who knew there would be such a cheap deal?
There must be a conspiracy!
Even if it was a seemingly fair game, how could he, a delivery person barely eighteen for a few months, compare with those powerful and influential people?
Becoming a god? He’d be more like a stepping stone.
But fate seemed to have played a huge joke on Yang Liuqing.
This ordinary-looking test tube potion, as if just taken from a school lab, turned out to be a world-exclusive rare item.
Hmm, that’s what the virtual panel said. It shouldn’t be lying, right?
‘Am I this lucky?’
‘Rather than ecstasy, I feel more doubt.’
‘My parents died in a car crash when I was eight. I was taken in by my uncle who eyed the compensation money, and I lived worse than a dog. How could I hit the jackpot?’
‘It’s way too suspicious…’
His slender white hand holding the test tube trembled uncontrollably.
This pie from the sky contrasted too sharply with his miserable reality.
It made him extremely uneasy.
Either his luck had really turned, or something was scheming against him.
‘The Doomsday Witch’s original magic potion…’ His gaze involuntarily fell on the item information displayed on the virtual panel. Yang Liuqing panicked even more.
This didn’t look like something good at a glance.
‘Legendary grade, and the world’s only one. It shouldn’t harm me, right?’
Having been wary of everything since childhood, he naturally wouldn’t think this pie from the sky was completely safe.
Before figuring it out, he couldn’t just try it casually.
‘Effect: Sculpture Blast.’
‘What the hell?’
‘Does it mean some effect is particularly good?’
‘But the problem is, you didn’t say what effect it is.’
Yang Liuqing raised his free right hand and pressed it to his forehead. His beautiful face, which could make many girls envious, was filled with frustration.
Even so, it didn’t diminish his charm.
Logically, with his looks, he should have been able to find an easy job and live well.
Ending up delivering food under the sun and wind, renting a shabby room less than ten square meters just to barely survive, was truly forced.
Workplace sexual harassment was too severe.
He was a man, yet harassed by other men.
People who didn’t know would think Goose City had turned into Chengdu!
‘But wait, I never had a way out from the start.’ Yang Liuqing looked at the round mirror on the dresser, his gaze gradually firming.
Ever since his parents’ compensation money turned into his uncle’s crashed car, he knew that if he didn’t run away after turning eighteen, he would likely “accidentally” drown in the village pond.
He fled to Goose City with the savings from odd jobs, only to be scammed repeatedly, almost falling into an irredeemable situation.
Where was his so-called way out?
Even the delivery industry, where you wear a helmet and mask and don’t care about anyone, had all kinds of pitfalls.
This month, he had just been deducted a sum of money.
‘Conspiracy or dumb luck, I only have this one choice.’
He withdrew his gaze and continued to examine the item description.
‘【This is a special magic potion crafted by the Doomsday Witch 【Liya】 by stealing a Fragment of Destiny and adding it in. Drinking it might change your own destiny~】’
‘God damn it, “might”!’
As expected, there was a catch.
Selling it? That thought flashed through his mind.
He had no safe channel to sell it. Even if he got a good price, he wouldn’t live to spend it.
But keeping it unused meant “having a treasure is a crime.”
As an ordinary person, he couldn’t protect this potion.
‘《God’s Gate》 will officially open in 24 hours. I don’t know what kind of game this is. Based on the repeated announcements from the Game Administrator, it must be dangerous. Either way, I’m dead…’
Just after today’s announcement ended, all humans who met the conditions and were over eighteen participated in a lottery.
Yang Liuqing’s potion had just arrived, and his heart had already undergone a fierce struggle.
Now, it was time for the final choice.
With one hand holding the test tube, he used the other to pull out the wooden stopper, which looked as clean and new as the tube itself.
Suddenly, a feeling of being cheated arose.
He sniffed it. No odor.
If there had been a pungent smell, he might have poured it down the toilet.
‘I’ll just drink it like grape juice.’ He pressed his lips together, held his breath, and tilted his head back, pouring the entire potion into his mouth.
The texture was smooth, slightly sweet.
That put his mind at ease a little.
After the last drop went down, the expected change didn’t occur.
It seemed he would have to digest it fully before any effect.
Faced with this, Yang Liuqing actually felt a bit more relieved.
If it had reacted instantly, that would have been troublesome.
He re-corked the test tube and placed it on the dresser. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically.
A cold current was surging down through his body!
He quickly lowered his head and saw his body glowing.
‘Damn it! Playing this trick!’
Such an anomaly frightened him. The effect of the potion instantly flashed through his mind.
【Sculpture Blast】
So it really does explode.
He panicked completely.
This potion was poisonous!
Just as Yang Liuqing tried to interrupt the process, an even stronger cold current rushed downward.
BANG!!!
Without any surprise, it exploded immediately.
‘…No~’ His scream hadn’t even escaped before the room was filled with flashing light, illuminating the entire rented room.
He collapsed to the ground, quickly raising his hand to shield his eyes from the somewhat dazzling light.
Almost simultaneously, two petite figures and a sharp weapon made a grand entrance.
“Having been summoned, may I ask, are you our master?”
Then a clear, slightly childish, yet cool voice rang out in the room.