"Upgrade."
Lexon felt that one square meter of storage space was far from enough and wanted to expand it, so he recited the word in his mind.
[5000 Samsara Points consumed. The storage space of the Spatial Accessory has been expanded from 1m² to 10m².]
"Upgrade."
[Upgrade requires a D-rank plot reward. Reincarnator does not have a D-rank plot reward. Upgrade failed.]
[Reincarnator has one C-rank plot reward, which can be broken down into 3 D-rank plot rewards. Break it down?]
"Break it down."
[Breakdown successful.]
[Upgrade successful. 10,000 Samsara Points and 1 D-rank plot reward consumed. The storage space of the Spatial Accessory has been expanded from 10m² to 100m².]
'One hundred square meters should be a bit bigger than a school classroom.'
'This much should be enough.'
Lexon stopped upgrading the spatial accessory.
Next, he continuously scanned the items on the exchange list.
But after looking for a long time, he found that there was nothing he was interested in.
With his sign-in system, he really couldn't get excited about things like "Vampire Bloodline" or "Jiangshi Bloodline," which required a large number of Samsara Points and plot rewards just to gain a certain level of strength.
'I'll think about it again later.'
Lexon thought.
'Then, should I go back to the real world first, or go to the Reincarnator Plaza that Youmei mentioned?'
He was a little indecisive.
'I'll go back to the real world first and see whether it's my original world or the world corresponding to the veterans.'
He decided.
"Return to the real world."
The thought fell.
The scene around him changed abruptly.
Endless streams of cars and horses, rows of tall buildings.
A familiar real-world scene.
'It's a bit hard to tell which world this is... my original world also looked like this.'
Lexon thought as he walked out of a small alley.
But the moment the thought arose, he saw "The American Imperialist country is expected to..." playing on a TV screen by the roadside.
'Alright, not the same world.'
'Then what should I do now?'
Not being in his original world, Lexon was at a loss for what to do next.
'Find a place to live?'
'It would be better to just go back to my room in the Main God Space.'
'No social connections, nothing I want to do...'
'Ah!'
'Could it be that I'm a shut-in?' Lexon suddenly realized.
'I'll try to wander around in this world first.'
'After all, this will be my fixed real world from now on...'
'Maybe there are many interesting things?'
'At any rate, this world has the Main God Space compared to my original world. Under the influence of the Main God Space, it should be more interesting than my boring old reality.'
"Hello, is there a bank nearby?" Lexon randomly stopped a passerby and asked.
He was currently penniless and planned to go to a bank and sign in for some cash.
"Ah, yes there is," the randomly stopped passerby saw Lexon's attire and thought he was some kind of cosplay enthusiast. He said to Lexon with some enthusiasm, "Go straight down this road for two hundred meters, turn right into the small alley, and after you pass through it, you'll reach Chongyang Street. There's a bank right there."
Lexon followed the other's directions and arrived in the small alley the passerby had mentioned.
"Hey, hey, hey, you have to pay to pass through here."
"You're cosplaying, right? You must have a lot of money, huh? Give some to us brothers to have a little fun."
Several thuggish-looking delinquents suddenly blocked Lexon's path.
They had rainbow-colored hair, wore strange-shaped accessories, and were dressed in tattered, trendy clothes that could give one rheumatism, speaking with arrogant words.
Lexon glanced back.
He found that the entrance to the alley had been blocked by the passerby he had just asked for directions and several other young delinquents.
"Bro, this one looks loaded. Give me a cut when you get him," the passerby said, rubbing his hands together.
"No problem, no problem," one of the delinquents said with a laugh.
Then they gradually closed in on Lexon.
In an instant, Lexon was blocked from both the front and the back.
"Are you f*cking deaf? I told you to give me your money! Do you hear me?!" the delinquent who had demanded money before saw that Lexon wasn't responding and yelled with a frantic look on his face.
'So the person who gave me directions was one of them... then it seems the location of the bank he mentioned must be fake.'
'Should I have used my sense of smell to detect their malice before?'
He didn't always keep his keen sense of smell active. He didn't want to be constantly smelling strange odors, so he only turned it on when he needed it.
"My luck is a bit bad..."
Lexon turned his head, looked flatly at the clamoring delinquent before him, and said indifferently.
"Hahahahaha, your luck is indeed bad!" the delinquent in front laughed loudly, and the few behind him also started laughing.
"Let's just rob him directly. This kid doesn't seem to listen."
Lexon heard the delinquent behind him also chime in.
"Let's just cripple him first!" one of the delinquents, annoyed by Lexon's calm and unruffled appearance, picked up a steel pipe and smashed it against the wall, creating a loud clang.
"I was talking about your luck being bad," Lexon said indifferently.
"He said our luck is bad, hahahaha! Does this kid not know what situation he's in?" the delinquent in front said, pointing at Lexon.
Immediately after, he said to the delinquent holding the steel pipe, "Show him some color!"
"Woohoo!" the delinquent with the steel pipe let out an excited cry, raised the pipe, and smashed it down towards Lexon's head.
The steel pipe, carrying a great deal of force, made a frightening whistling sound.
A blow like this on an ordinary person's head would definitely crack it open.
But the next moment, the delinquent with the steel pipe found that his pipe had hit empty air.
"Where'd he go?" he shouted.
Just as he finished, he found that his brothers standing opposite him were looking behind him with shocked and puzzled expressions. He seemed to realize something...
Then he found a hand grabbing the back of his head, a force transmitting from the palm that made it impossible for him to move.
Then his face had an intimate encounter with the wall.
"Bang!"
The sound of a skull colliding with a stone wall rang out.
Blood and teeth also sprayed out.
Lexon let go of the still-twitching and painfully howling head, his gaze shifting to the remaining terrified delinquents.
He asked with a smile, "Whose luck is bad?"
A chill ran down the spines of the remaining delinquents.
"The bank... the bank is actually... five hundred meters behind where you asked for directions before..." after a "friendly exchange," the passerby, his arms and legs broken, said, lying on the ground, trembling.
"Ah, I don't need it now," Lexon said flatly. The money he had "borrowed" from the pockets of the scattered delinquents was more than enough. There was no need to go to the bank to sign in for money anymore.
"Hey!" a loud shout suddenly came from the head of the alley.
Lexon looked over and saw a man wearing sunglasses, a suit, and shiny leather shoes, looking extremely flashy.
"To see you bullying ordinary people in broad daylight is truly unbearable! I advise you to quickly accept my judgment!" the man said to Lexon in a resonant voice, striking a very strange pose."
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