49: Chapter 49 Zhao Fan Logs Offline

Beneath the cold and damp bridge, there was dead silence. Zhao Fan slowly regained consciousness, stiffly turning his neck, eyes locked onto The Beggar who was still curled up and snoring beside him.

The Beggar was sprawled out on a tattered straw mat, covered in filth and dust. His worn-out clothes emitted a rotten, sour stench. He was snoring like thunder, sleeping soundly, completely unaware that Zhao Fan had already woken up.

In The Beggar's mind, he had tormented that delicate girl until she fainted last night; it was impossible for her to wake up earlier than him.

But he did not know that Zhao Fan had already been lying in the hospital for nearly a day and was full of energy, with little sleepiness. Although he had fainted again, a long time had passed, and his consciousness naturally cleared quickly.

Conversely, The Beggar himself had overindulged last night, exhausting his body and mind. After venting, he had fallen into a deep slumber, completely unguarded against the awakened Zhao Fan.

Looking at The Beggar's sleeping form, bone-chilling hatred, like poisonous vines, tightly coiled around Zhao Fan's heart.

Thinking about how he, a dignified man, had been forcibly turned into a woman by the system, and after escaping the hospital, was taken to this dilapidated bridge by this slovenly, base beggar to be wantonly violated and humiliated, countless scenes of humiliation played back crazily in his mind.

He clenched his fists tightly, nails digging deep into his palms. His eyes were filled with scarlet bloodshot veins, and the malice and anger in his eyes surged, almost burning his sanity to ashes.

Zhao Fan tied the hospital gown, which had been torn in half, around his body to cover his private parts. Then, gritting his teeth and enduring the tearing pain in his lower body, he pressed one hand firmly against the cold, damp stone wall of the bridge, and with weak support, struggled to stand up.

He scanned the dim surroundings and his gaze fixed on the corner of the wall to the left, where there was a red brick with rough edges and heavy, hard texture.

Zhao Fan bit his lower lip and shuffled over, step by stumbling step. The severe pain in his crotch kept striking, causing his whole body to spasm, and his face was pale as paper, yet he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

Reaching the spot, he bent down and picked up the heavy brick with both hands. The rough edges grazed his palms, and blood seeped out, but he was completely unaware.

Zhao Fan turned around slowly and walked step by step toward the unguarded, snoring beggar.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Fan raised the brick in his hand and, using all his remaining strength, smashed it fiercely toward The Beggar's head!

"Thump—!"

"Ah!"

A dull, heavy thud resounded abruptly. The Beggar felt the pain sharply and let out a short, shrill scream. His dream was instantly shattered, and his consciousness fell into chaos.

Zhao Fan had completely lost control. He did not stop his actions; his arm swung continuously, and the brick in his hand smashed maniacally toward The Beggar's head one after another.

Each time it fell, it carried with it the resentment of being forced to run naked, the pain of being forcibly changed in gender, and the humiliation of being wantonly violated.

The muffled sounds of the brick hitting flesh and bone followed one after another. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the tattered straw mat and the gray ground red.

After a dozen heavy blows, The Beggar's life had long since extinguished.

His head was smashed into a bloody mess, unrecognizable. Brain matter mixed with blood flowed all over the floor. His limbs lay stiffly on the spot without any movement. The bloody scent permeated the entire bridge, pungent and thick.

After finishing, Zhao Fan stood blankly on the spot, looking down at the cold corpse at his feet, looking at his own blood-stained hands, and looking at the brick soaked in dark red blood. A hoarse and shrill crazy laugh erupted from his throat: "Haha... Hahaha... Hahahaha!"

The laughter was harsh and manic, mixed with endless sorrow and despair, echoing continuously in the empty, dark bridge, chilling to the bone.

At this moment, a cold, mechanical prompt sounded abruptly in his mind:

[Ding! A new takeout delivery mission has been initiated. Please complete the delivery within the specified time.]

The familiar system voice, like a fatal straw, crushed Zhao Fan's last will.

He suddenly looked up, his scarlet eyes full of hatred, and roared hysterically at the system screen in front of him, his voice hoarse and broken, carrying endless hatred:

"System! It's all you! It's all you, this harmful, broken system! Why did you have to choose me? Wouldn't it be better to let me live a stable life as a poor loser? Why did you mess up my life and destroy everything I have!"

Once, he had bound the Takeout Tycoon System and thought he was the Child of Destiny, about to defy the heavens and change his fate, getting rid of his life in the bottom of society.

The short-lived good luck had immersed him in a sweet dream, full of longing for a boundless future.

But the dream shattered in an instant. Failed missions followed one after another, and cruel punishments came one after another, pushing him into the abyss step by step.

At this moment, Zhao Fan only had deep-seated hatred for this system on which he had once pinned all his hopes, and no longer had any yearning or expectation.

The system's cold voice sounded again, without any emotion: [This system uses a random binding mechanism and is not subject to external interference. The host only needs to follow instructions to complete the mission; this system is not responsible for any other consequences. Please execute the delivery mission immediately. If the mission fails, the ultimate punishment will be triggered: Erasure.]

"Erasure?"

Zhao Fan laughed miserably, his eyes lacking their former light. He slowly raised his head, facing the invisible system without fear, and said with a broken-pot-broken-fall attitude:

"If you want to erase me, just do it! I have nothing left now. My man's body is gone, my dignity is gone, my innocence is gone, and my life is completely ruined! I didn't want to live anyway, I'm not afraid of death now!"

As the words fell, Zhao Fan's body lost all strength, his legs went soft, and he fell heavily onto the dust and blood-stained ground, looking at the top of the bridge with empty eyes, like a shell that had lost its soul.

The system did not respond again. Only a cold red countdown appeared silently in the corner of his vision, jumping second by second, announcing the approach of death.

At this moment, a cold male voice came from the entrance of the bridge.

"In consideration of the miserable end you have met, I will let you die more easily and spare you from torture."

Hearing this, Zhao Fan turned his head with difficulty and looked in the direction of the voice.

In the dim light, a young man in a black suit walked slowly into the bridge. His posture was upright, his temperament majestic, and he was surrounded by an invisible sense of oppression. His face was handsome, and his expression was indifferent. The person who came was Qin Yi.

Zhao Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, full of vigilance and doubt. Supporting his broken body, he asked:

"Who are you? What do you want to do here?"

Qin Yi walked slowly in front of him, his gaze sweeping over the bloody mess on the ground and The Beggar's cold corpse, and finally landed on the disheveled and injured Zhao Fan, his tone without any waves:

"A person who is about to die does not need to know too much."

Before the words fell, without waiting for Zhao Fan to react, Qin Yi raised his fingertips slightly, and a wisp of extremely condensed golden true energy appeared instantly, turning into an invisible stream of light that pierced directly through Zhao Fan's forehead.

There was no severe pain, no struggle, and not even time to feel the fear of death.

Zhao Fan's eyes widened suddenly, with astonishment, confusion, and bewilderment remaining in them. Until his death, he could not understand why the strange young man who appeared out of thin air would kill him without hesitation.

In the next second, all his strength was drained, his body fell straight backward, his neck bent, his eyes wide open, and he lost all vitality.

After killing Zhao Fan, the familiar system prompt sounded:

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing the Child of Destiny Zhao Fan (Earth). Reward: God-level Alchemy, 100% shares of Jiyuan Technology.]

Qin Yi looked at the reward description on the system screen.

[God-level Alchemy: The host has mastered all alchemy techniques in the world. No need for learning or adaptation; you can refine accurately as soon as you start. The refined pills are of perfect grade, far exceeding ordinary pills, with no pill toxins or impurities. There is no pill in the Blue Star that the host cannot refine, and there is no upper limit to growth. As the host travels to higher-level worlds later, the alchemy attainment can be synchronized with the world level, without any cultivation bottlenecks.]

[Jiyuan Technology Shares: Jiyuan Technology is a newly emerging technology enterprise in Hai City. On the surface, it is an ordinary compliant technology innovation company, but in fact, it masters top technologies that Blue Star does not have, such as gene optimization, nano-machinery, and top artificial intelligence. All core technology libraries, R&D permissions, and company control belong solely to the host.]

After reading the reward details, Qin Yi thought to himself: "Zhao Fan's rewards are truly generous."

With this God-level Alchemy, he can easily refine a large number of perfect-grade pills, and combined with dual cultivation, the cultivation progress of Lin Wanqing and Qin Shiyu can be greatly improved.

As for Jiyuan Technology... Qin Yi lightly twisted his fingertips, pondered for a moment, and then asked directly in his mind: "System, Jiyuan Technology, I have never heard of this company in Hai City before. How did you create it?"

The system responded immediately: [Jiyuan Technology was forcibly created by this system by modifying the rules of reality. On the surface, it is an ordinary technology company. The core high-tech laboratory and all-category technology libraries have been fully built. The host only needs to go to the company address to automatically unlock all core permissions and freely access and use all top technologies.]

"I see." Qin Yi nodded knowingly and asked no more. After the matter was finished, Qin Yi's eyes swept over the two cold corpses in the bridge, his heart moved, his fingertips slowly lifted, and a wisp of pale golden pure true energy quietly condensed.

Qin Yi waved his hand, and the golden true energy wrapped around the corpses of Zhao Fan and The Beggar until they dissipated. Then Qin Yi teleported away from the bridge and returned to the Qin Family.