The unique "carnival" continued.
The excited crowd didn't notice that Old Ford and Victor had vanished without a trace.
At the entrance of the pipeline.
The original one-way barrier had disappeared; it was an E-class mutant ability, now stored in the [Inventory].
"What, are you trying to get rid of me already?" Victor joked.
Old Ford, however, had a serious expression and said earnestly, "Your ability is very dangerous. The next time you do this kind of collecting, you must cover your face."
An ability that could absorb the mutant powers of others was a treasure in the eyes of those with ulterior motives.
For example, mutant research institutions.
They would certainly be willing to pay a sky-high price to buy Victor and then study him "inside and out."
Victor naturally understood the danger and looked at Old Ford with a smile, waiting for him to continue.
Old Ford, however, stopped nagging about it, glanced at the entrance, and turned back to urge, "Hurry up and go. We'll leave in six hours, and during that time, you should be out of Las Vegas."
This was a plan to let Victor leave first.
After all, the underground passage was extremely dim. Besides Old Ford, probably only Avril, who had night vision, could clearly see Victor's complete face.
As long as he didn't travel with them, the chance of exposure was very small.
It suited Victor's intentions perfectly.
But just as he lifted his foot, he hesitated to put it down, and a dirty but cute face appeared in his mind.
Should he go say goodbye to the little one?
He was still hesitating.
Old Ford grew impatient, giving Victor a hard shove from behind and grumbling, "What's with a grown man being so wishy-washy? If this were on the battlefield, you'd be eating bullets."
With that said.
Victor couldn't very well go back, so he just gave a middle finger behind him, knowing Old Ford, with his night vision, would surely see it.
"You little brat, itching for a beating, are you!" Old Ford cursed, pulling out his revolver from his back waistband.
Sensing Old Ford's movement with his telekinesis, Victor quickly darted a few steps and disappeared around the corner.
Although his body of steel wasn't afraid of bullets, he was afraid of pain.
"Hmph, good thing you ran fast, kid." Old Ford skillfully spun his revolver. "Heh, he speaks so charmingly and is handsome, and he dares to have ideas about my daughter? Anyway, he won't starve to death, let him find his way slowly."
The logic of this statement... was very fatherly.
Especially for American fathers, seeing a man approach their daughter, their first reaction is often to pull out a gun to deter him.
Translated, it probably means: My precious daughter, how could she be taken by a scoundrel?! The more I think about it, the angrier I get! Pull out the gun to vent some anger!
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Victor naturally didn't know that Old Ford was so eager for him to leave not only to cover for him but also to keep him away from Avril.
At this moment, he encountered a new problem.
He was lost.
The underground waterways were intricate and complex. He hadn't gone far before he couldn't even find his way back.
He was currently at the bottom of the underground waterway, dozens of meters deep, where signals couldn't penetrate. Alice was as lost as he was.
He could only use the old method of breaking a maze: walk along the right wall. At worst, he'd walk through the entire underground waterway and eventually find a manhole cover to get out.
He didn't have to worry about food; his body's light energy was enough to sustain him for another week.
But soon, a new problem arose.
The flashlight ran out of battery.
Now he was truly in pitch black, unable to see anything.
Coupled with the squeaking of rats, the sound of flowing water, and the banging of pipes, Victor, in the midst of it all, felt a little flustered.
He quickly pulled out his platform and searched for "lighting."
The search results were extensive, covering high-tech floating light ball illumination, magic illumination, talisman illumination, and so on.
The most striking result was a related [Bloodline] at the top.
— — — — — —
Product Name: "Superman Bloodline · Super Vision · Night Vision":
Product Category: [Bloodline]
Product Compatibility: [100%];
Originating Plane: "DC Universe";
Rating: [F-];
Product Price: F-class Voucher × 5, Plane Points × 50;
Function Description: Night as bright as day;
Slogan: Make your world glow green:
— — — — — —
This slogan... Super Vision even has a separate Night Vision? He suppressed his curiosity.
Of the 38 bloodlines in [Inventory], he kept one E-class and one F-class bloodline that he had already decided on, and sold the rest to the platform in a package.
Before he was promoted to a first-level merchant, the [Dimensional Database] permission was not activated, so data could not be backed up, and all items were unique.
But these were just low-level bloodlines, so he didn't feel it was a pity.
Even the three E-class bloodlines had significant flaws; the one-way illusion at the entrance, for example, needed to be reset every two hours.
Like a chicken rib, it was a pity to discard but tasteless to eat.
If he hung it in his shop, he didn't know how long it would take to sell.
It's better to sell it directly to the platform at a low price.
He received a total of F-class Vouchers × 42, E-class Vouchers × 5, and Plane Points × 1065.
Among them.
The three E-class bloodlines provided nearly 600 Plane Points, which was more than the total of 33 F-class bloodlines.
He bought "Superman Bloodline · Super Vision · Night Vision" and extracted it for use.
The originally pitch-black vision was covered with a faint green tint, and the surrounding environment became clearly visible—so that's what the slogan meant... The feeling of the whole world turning green... it's certainly better than complete darkness!
Continuing to follow the right wall, Victor, distracted, opened the DC Universe shop and searched for "Super Vision."
A full page of search results popped up.
"Superman Bloodline · Super Vision · Night Vision" → F-class Voucher × 5, Plane Points × 50;
"Superman Bloodline · Super Vision · Long-range Vision" → E-class Voucher × 5, Plane Points × 500;
"...Microscopic Vision" → D-class Voucher × 5, Plane Points × 5000;
"...X-ray Vision" → C-class Voucher × 5, Plane Points × 50000;
"...Dynamic Vision" → B-class Voucher × 5, Plane Points × 500000;
"...Heat Vision" → A-class Voucher × 5, Plane Points × 5000000;
Amazing!
This Raphael, he's practically a modern-day miser, a reincarnated Scrooge!
He had managed to turn a mere branch of Superman's super abilities into such a spectacle.
With night vision, the rest was just a matter of persistence.
He didn't keep track of how long it took, but after walking along the right in the green sewer, he finally found a manhole cover and was able to return to the surface.
He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt as if the world above ground was also green!
He took a careful look.
Hmm... it turned out to be night.
The exit was in an alley. Stepping out, he was greeted by the dazzling nightscape of Las Vegas. The abundant light pulled him out of the green shadow. Looking at the brightly dressed people passing by, he felt as if he had entered another world.
The world underground and the world above ground were only a hundred meters apart, yet they were two diametrically opposed worlds.
A paradise built on hell?
Walking along the shopping paradise's commercial street, passersby all cast disgusted glances at Victor, even detouring as if avoiding a plague.
Victor paid it no mind.
Given his smell and cheap clothes, even his past self would have kept a respectful distance.
Soon.
Two patrol officers with badges on their shoulders arrived, standing three meters in front of Victor, not bothering to hide their disgust. One hand rested on his holstered gun, and he forcefully ordered Victor to leave.
He was even accused of "affecting the city's appearance" and given a warning.
Victor expressionlessly looked at the two officers, who were on high alert, then scanned the surrounding "upper-class" people in their bright clothes and fine horses. Their eyes held disgust, arrogance, satisfaction, and mockery.
There was no surprise, however.
It seemed.
He was just a stray dog that had wandered into the crowd, and there was no place for him here.
But Victor had no right to blame them.
Just four days ago, he too had been one of them. Although he prided himself on being "approachable," deep down, he still felt superior.
As Victor was lost in thought, one of the patrol officers grew impatient and shouted, "Damn beggar! If you don't leave here immediately, I have the right to take coercive measures!"
Coupled with his raised baton, the words seemed very convincing.
Victor gave the officer a calm glance. The inherent aura of a superior being emanating from his bones so thoroughly intimidated the patrol officer that he dared not move—he had a premonition that if that baton fell, he would at least lose two layers of skin!
He didn't try to explain anything.
Victor turned and walked out of the commercial street.
There was no benefit in getting entangled with these patrol officers. All he wanted now was to find a hotel, take a shower, and get a good night's sleep.
The amount of information he had received that day was too great; he needed to digest it carefully.
It wasn't until Victor had walked more than ten meters away that the patrol officer finally swallowed hard, staring at his baton, a little bewildered.
This thing wasn't a stun gun; it wouldn't leak electricity.
Why had his body refused to obey him just now?
A cold gust of wind blew by.
"Achoo—"
The patrol officer let out a big sneeze, only then realizing his back was drenched in cold sweat.
This was a bit eerie!