Lost in the Otherworld

Qing Ling’s chest was pierced while she hung upside down, and she didn’t even let out a cry of pain.

The "black needle" was pulled from her body, blood gushed forth, cascading downward with gravity, quickly staining her pale neck, face, and forehead, soaking her long hair.

The Hair Monster reveled in the sight of Qing Ling’s hair being dyed red by her own blood. It murmured, both in rapture and sorrow, “Hair, such beautiful hair… all mine… all mine…”

“Ah!” When the first drop of blood fell from the tip of Qing Ling’s hair, the Hair Monster shuddered with ecstasy. Her black hair swiftly unfurled, wrapping itself around Qing Ling, devouring her.

The other three could do nothing but watch helplessly.

We can't just stand by and let Qing Ling die!

We must save her! We must do something!

Gao Yang closed his eyes.

[Entering system]

[Warning! You are in extreme…]

—Luck Points.

[You have accumulated 70… 71 Luck Points]

—Comprehend talent, skip confirmation inquiry.

[Comprehending…]

[Comprehending…]

[Comprehending…]

[Comprehension successful]

[Talent: Flame. Serial Number: 26. Rune Type: Elemental]

[Level 1 Flame: Able to summon fire elements through your hands, with a maximum temperature of 280°C and a burn radius of 1 meter.]

[Permanent Attribute Bonus for Level 1 Flame: Stamina 20, Endurance 20, Spirit 50, Charisma 10]

—Can Spirit affect elemental damage?

[Every 10 points of Spirit increases elemental damage by 1%]

—Allocate all remaining Luck Points to Spirit.

[Points allocated]

[Attributes updated]

[Stamina: 47 Endurance: 48]

[Strength: 17 Agility: 39]

[Spirit: 199 Charisma: 57]

[Luck: 132]

[Exit system]

Gao Yang opened his eyes. A surge of strange, searing energy flowed between his fingers as he grabbed the mass of black hair.

“Flame!”

Whoosh—Gao Yang's hands burst into flames. The black strands of hair ignited from his palms, burning up his arms, snapping with the soft crackling sound of crushed insect shells.

The remaining strands instantly fell away, retreating in fear like sentient beings capable of feeling pain and terror.

Freed from the hair’s grip, Gao Yang began to fall. He reacted quickly, grabbing Officer Huang below him with one hand and pressing his palm against Huang’s chest with the other. “Flame!”

Officer Huang's chest erupted into flames.

Gao Yang carefully controlled the temperature and range. The black strands sensed the danger and swiftly withdrew. As Officer Huang fell, Gao Yang pushed off his chest, launching himself toward Fat Jun three meters away.

Mid-air maneuvering was difficult. Despite Gao Yang's agility boost, he couldn’t match the finesse of a trained acrobat.

There was a gap between the two. Gao Yang barely managed to grab Fat Jun’s leg. The sudden "attack" startled Fat Jun, who cried out, “Ah! Don’t kill me!”

Fat Jun opened his eyes and saw Gao Yang clutching his leg.

“Gao Yang?! You…”

“Hold still.”

Gao Yang raised his arm and slapped Fat Jun’s ample backside. “Flame.”

Whoosh—Fat Jun's buttocks ignited.

Sizzle—The black strands fled the flames, withdrawing in panic.