I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal

Subtitle: "You Are Not the Center of Attention on Stage," "Not So Many Eyes Are on You," "My, I Truly Am a Genius Youth"

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March 10, at the Longquan Branch.

Officers hustled to and fro, each engrossed in their own tasks.

A myriad of voices filled the air.

Though Chen Yun was seated in a reception room with fairly decent sound insulation,

he could still capture the information he wanted through Transparent World:

No one in the entire station was discussing the theft. The officers were concerned with countless new, urgent cases.

Two days had passed, and the insignificant case of the thief

had obviously been archived and backlogged among numerous other unresolved cases.

This is the normalcy of life.

Limited resources would not be fixated on any single case.

Not so many people care about those negligible doubts.

Nor are there many stubborn sorts who insist on thoroughly investigating a stale case.

Everything had settled down, drawing to a close.

And as the officer in front of him had spoken so extensively,

Chen Yun paused his contemplation.

He received his lost laptop from the hands of the policeman in front of him.

"Make sure to improve your home security measures, and it would be best to have someone upgrade it to an anti-theft door,"

"And should anything happen again, remember to call the police immediately,"

the officer taking the statement said to Chen Yun in an amiable tone.

He was not an acquaintance of Chen Yun.

He appeared to be quite a young rookie.

Upon hearing this,

Chen Yun nodded in agreement.

There wasn't a great need to upgrade to an anti-theft door, but it was indeed something that could be done.

As for the reminder to call the police immediately,

Chen Yun found it to be sensible.

In many situations, it was better to report to the police than to handle it oneself.

In Chen Yun's current perception, this was still a normal world; no supernatural beings had appeared due to his sudden change.

In fact, after the change,

he had always kept an eye out for any abnormal situations nearby.

There could be a scenario where, like a typical protagonist in web novels,

following an anomaly within himself, the entire world would seem to shift from ordinary to extraordinary.

But in reality, in his observations, he didn't notice anything.

Transparent World, whether in the neighborhood or on the streets,

was not intentionally used, but since acquiring Transparent World, Chen Yun had incidentally sensed tens of thousands of passersby.

He hadn't detected anyone out of the ordinary, nor any hidden supernatural world.

This world was still normal.

This world still had its own rules.

Reporting incidents was still a strong, effective, and decisive course of action.

This was about making sensible use of resources and authority.

It was what a mature adult should do.

He didn't have to worry about his anomaly being discovered due to police contact.

He wasn't the center spot under the spotlight.

Not so many people would pay attention to him or care about him.

Just avoid purposely drawing attention, and become just another common, ordinary passerby in everyone's eyes.

Many people in public places might be extra careful about their behavior, fearing that others might find them inelegant.

But in truth, as long as you're not running around naked,

no one is really going to care what you do.

And another important point is,

dealing with thieves and the like really feels below one's dignity, truly uninteresting.

All of that could be left to the police.

With these thoughts in mind,

Chen Yun departed with his laptop in hand.

The efficiency of the police station wasn't as high as one might imagine.

An overwhelming number of backlogged cases and new ones were countless.

The two officers who visited on March 7th said that the computer could be picked up the next day.

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But in fact, because March 8 was a holiday,

Chen Yun received a message from the police station saying to pick up the notebook at a later time.

Two days passed, and it wasn't until today that he got the computer.

And today's date is... the 10th of March.

Looking up at the clear sky outside the police station, Chen Yun stretched lazily.

Next,

Go home, write books, play games.

............

Inside the spacious rented room.

Because there hadn't been any cooking for a while and there was also no need to go to the bathroom,

there were no lingering scents of cooking fumes or bad odors.

The air smelled unusually fresh.

Even by Chen Yun's current olfactory standards, he could say it was noticeably more pleasant than the rest of the tenants' homes.

It was now eleven at night.

He had picked up the computer from the police station in the morning and had been playing games nonstop until now.

He had promised himself a week of pure gaming bliss without any training.

But his computer had been out of reach for the longest time.

Now that he had it back, of course, he had to play all day long.

Without buying any armor,

and using only the starter pistol,

CS:GO turned out to be quite a challenge.

At least,

he had to shoot the opposing players several times in the head in order to take them down, while they didn't need many shots to kill him.

Luckily, today was Sunday.

Teaming up in a five-man stack with his college friends, who were also off work, he didn't have to worry about getting blamed for his sloppy gameplay.

"Come on, can you do it or not? Just go up there and take them all out."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, aim for the head, just one shot!"

"Don't aim at the ground, kid, planning to burst the dork boss's head?"

"How come giving you guys guns doesn't lead to a win?"

Chen Yun, having died, reluctantly transformed into the Fountain Commander, pressuring his teammates through the team's mic.

His college friends, of course, were quick to fire back.

This was a common way for many guys to interact with each other.

After trading insults with his dear buddies for a while,

a new round began.

This time, Chen Yun was a bit more careful and showed his buddies what world-class shooting and positioning looked like.

All these zywoo, s1mple, were fake top players.

The opposing side just happened to have submachine guns.

Chen Yun effortlessly achieved an ace with his USP, decisively ending the game.

His movements, flowing like water, were like art,

enough to make any player of this game unable to resist praising, "Nice shot."

At this moment,

even though Chen Yun's college friends had been shocked by his gameplay numerous times today, they still couldn't help but shout, "Holy shit!"

"Brother Yun, are you actually hacking?"

From the team's mic, came the hesitant inquiry of his college roommate.

"Hack? Genius boy, sudden enlightenment, don't you know the value of your Brother Yun?"

Faced with his buddies' skepticism, Chen Yun, of course, chose to forgive.

Showing off like this in front of his college friends really made him feel exhilaratingly cool.

After his body had undergone changes, he had always been cautious and restrained from showing off.

But ever since he discovered the invincible gaming talent his mutated body brought him, he had been looking forward to showing off properly.

It's just that his friends had been at work the past few days.

And now, after a good show,

he felt incredibly satisfied.

After a bit more banter with his dumbfounded college friends,

by around half-past eleven,

they ended the call and logged off the game.

After all, his college friends had to resume their corporate slavery the following day.

And Chen Yun

also began his summary and record for the day.

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