Just now, he proactively summoned that virtual panel for the first time.
Unlike the previous passive activations, this time, he had actively opened it with his mind.
A minimalist, semi-transparent light screen floated in his consciousness, displaying several lines of data that made his heart pound.
[Yin-Yang Joyful Buddha Physique]
[Host: Lynt]
[Physique: Pure Yang Buddha Physique (Beginner)]
[Overall Quality Assessment]:
Strength: 8
Speed: 9
Endurance: 7
Spirit: 15
[Current Dual Cultivation Partner: Raven Darkholme (Mystique)]
[Available Funds: $10,000]
[System Evaluation: You are a weakling, slightly stronger than an average person, but your spiritual talent is quite interesting. Survive, don't disgrace other transmigrators.]
Lynt's mouth twitched violently.
Weakling?
This darn system really didn't hold back its words!
However, his heart was burning with excitement. This panel was his foundation for survival!
Although the basic stats were pitifully low, he noticed the four small characters after the 'Spirit' column.
Transcendent and Sacred.
This should be the unique aspect of his soul as a transmigrator.
It was also the reason he attracted Raven and activated this golden finger!
The 0.1x increase meant that all his mortal attributes below 10 were multiplied by 1.1.
While it didn't seem like much, this all-around improvement had already elevated him beyond the realm of a useless person.
After all, the original owner's body wasn't in good shape, having been indulged in wine and women for years, his foundation was long ruined.
His transmigration might also be due to this guy being completely drained by Mystique in one go, as Mystique's stamina was also impressive.
More importantly, that ten thousand dollars!
That wasn't some illusory number, but real, tangible wealth!
As he was studying the panel, Raven suddenly flipped out of bed.
Her body rapidly transformed amidst a shimmering glow, and in the blink of an eye, she reverted to the terrifying, muscular giant, two meters tall.
As she walked towards the door, she said coldly without looking back, "Stay here. Don't leave this room for half a step."
Her voice became rough and deep, filled with an undeniable authority.
"If you dare to escape..."
She paused, turned her head, and forced out a smile on her grotesque face that was uglier than a cry.
"I will personally find you and then... one by one, twist your bones off."
"Bang!"
The door slammed shut.
Lynt looked at the closed door, the bitter smile on his face instantly vanishing, replaced by a calm expression.
Escape?
Are you kidding me?
New York, as it was now, was more dangerous than hell for him.
A rich second-generation international student with ten thousand dollars was a walking ATM. He wouldn't even know how he died if he went out.
Staying with Mystique, although he lost his freedom, at least... he was safe.
Safety first, making money second.
He silently recited his code of conduct, then picked up the tattered pants beside him and pulled out a phone with a shattered screen.
Relying on memory, he trembling opened a banking app.
After entering a series of account numbers and passwords that were completely unfamiliar to him, a number prominently appeared on the screen.
$10,000.00!
Not a cent more, not a cent less!
Lynt's heart pounded wildly.
It was real! All of it was real!
He wasn't dreaming!
After an unknown amount of time, the door opened again.
Raven had returned to her original form and walked in.
Her expression seemed a little melancholic, but her spirits were quite good.
She threw a paper bag onto the bed, which contained some food and water.
"Eat."
She said indifferently.
Lynt didn't stand on ceremony, grabbing a burger and devouring it. He was truly starving.
Watching him wolf down his food, Raven sat on the edge of the bed and spoke, seemingly casually.
"We are hiding from someone right now."
Lynt's chewing paused.
"Magneto, Erik Lehnsherr."
Raven's voice was flat, as if speaking of an irrelevant person's name.
"I don't want to fight for his ridiculous ideal of mutant supremacy anymore. He's a madman who will drag everyone into hell."
Lynt felt the burger in his mouth instantly lose its appeal.
Magneto!
"Old Man Magneto, huh."
One of the most formidable villains in the X-Men series!
A top-tier mutant who could generate magnetic fields, control metal, and was equivalent to an entire army on his own!
What kind of luck was this? He had just left the beginner village and was already embroiled in this kind of god-level conflict?
He was just an ordinary person, albeit one with a slightly stronger ability, so why was he starting on hell difficulty!
Hearing Lynt's words, Raven frowned, her guard instantly raised.
"You know him?"
Lynt wanted to slap himself. This blabbermouth.
His hand trembled, almost dropping the burger.
"No, I don't. Didn't you say Magneto? I just gave him a nickname."
As if sensing his nervousness, Raven's attitude suddenly did a complete one-eighty.
She leaned in, extending a finger to gently wipe away the sauce from the corner of his mouth, her movements soft.
But this gentleness made Lynt's hair stand on end.
It was the gentleness one would show towards a precious personal possession, filled with surveillance and an inviolable possessiveness.
"Don't be afraid."
Raven's voice carried a hint of seduction.
"With me, he won't find us. I will protect you."
She pulled out a brand new smartphone and a thick wad of cash from her pocket, placing them in front of Lynt.
"Take these. Besides leaving my side, anything you want, I can satisfy you."
Lynt looked at the phone and cash, then at Raven's deep yellow eyes.
It seemed this was a sweet cage.
He was being kept.
Night fell once more.
When the room's only light source—the hole in the wall—was completely swallowed by darkness.
Raven wrapped herself around him again, her warm body pressed tightly against his, her voice filled with an uncontrollable desire and a hint of eager verification.
"Little one, the cooldown... should be over, right?"
"I want to try again, this time... will I get stronger?"
The facts proved that the cooldown was indeed over.
After another exhilarating 'sparring session,' the familiar warm current once again surged through both their bodies.
Raven felt the renewed growth of strength within her, letting out a satisfied and joyful sigh.
Her gaze at Lynt grew increasingly like that of someone looking at a unique, rare treasure, filled with fervent possessiveness.
And Lynt silently watched the numbers on his panel.
Strength: 8.8
Speed: 9.9
Endurance: 7.7
Spirit: 16.5
Available Funds: $20,000
A smile nobody could see curved his lips.
The feeling of getting stronger was truly good.
Especially in this dangerous world.
Over the next few days, the two settled into a highly regular routine of rest and 'combat'.
During the day, Raven would transform into various appearances to go out, gather intelligence, and purchase supplies.