Qin Siyang returned to Wang Defa's warehouse.
He opened a bag and retrieved the several hundred copper coins he had obtained after counter-killing the three homeless men.
Now, for him, since his sequence identity had already been announced, there was a proper explanation for the origin of these few hundred copper coins, and there was no need to hide it anymore.
Holding the copper coins, he went to the only supermarket nearby.
The edge of the safe zone was extremely impoverished, and almost everyone cooked for themselves to save money.
So, there were only raw ingredients for sale, not finished products.
However, this supermarket had many ready-made foods.
That was because it catered not to the local residents but to sequence ability users who hunted deities at the exit of Safe Zone No. 114514.
Qin Siyang had passed by the place countless times but never had the chance to enter and take a look.
He walked into the supermarket. Under the dim lighting, he saw that the shelves had only a limited variety of goods.
By the cash register next to the shelves, two strong men stood with their hands under the counter, seemingly gripping some weapons, watching Qin Siyang warily.
Qin Siyang was initially confused, but after glancing at his own clothing, he immediately understood.
He was dressed in rags, and the store owners probably thought he had come to rob them.
He understood their reaction.
Running a supermarket in this area—without some means of defense—it would have been looted by the homeless long ago.
Qin Siyang looked at his own appearance and shook his head helplessly.
The clothing issue needed to be dealt with at some point.
But not now.
He took a large backpack with dozens of compartments and then bought a lot of compressed instant food for sustenance.
"How much?"
He placed everything on the counter and asked the two strong men.
"Five hundred copper coins."
Five hundred copper coins—about what Qin Siyang had estimated in his mind.
Although they asked for a few extra coins, he didn't care.
He took out the coins from his pocket, counted five hundred, and handed them over.
Then, he neatly packed the food into the backpack's compartments.
Just as Qin Siyang picked up the backpack and was about to turn and leave, he suddenly heard a crisp "click" sound behind him.
'The sound of a gun being cocked?'
Without hesitation, Qin Siyang immediately activated the [Violence] skill, flipping over the counter in an instant and grabbing both strong men by the throat.
Frowning, he looked at them and asked, "What's the meaning of this? I buy something, pay for it, and you still want to kill me?"
The two strong men turned red in the face, their hands gripping Qin Siyang's hands, trying to pry them off.
But Qin Siyang's grip was like an iron claw, tightly clamping their throats, unmoving.
One of the strong men managed to squeeze out a hoarse voice, "No… no…"
He pointed with his hand. Qin Siyang followed his direction and saw that a strangely shaped drawer was slightly ajar.
"What do you mean? You're saying the sound came from the drawer?"
"Yes… yes…"
Qin Siyang looked around and saw that there were no weapons beside the two strong men, and the area behind the cash register was spotless. He then released his grip, turned around, and examined the drawer.
He pushed the drawer back in.
Click—
Sure enough, it made a sound very similar to a gun being cocked.
Qin Siyang turned back to look at the two men, who were gasping for air, their faces covered in tears and snot. He snorted, "In the future, don't play these little tricks."
"Yes, yes, yes..."
Qin Siyang took a few more packs of compressed instant food.
"These few packs, consider them compensation for scaring me just now."
"Take them, take them, take them! Please, take whatever you want."
"Take whatever I want? If I take too much, won't your backers come looking for trouble with me?"
"We wouldn't dare, we wouldn't dare!"
Qin Siyang didn't bother with them anymore. He carried his backpack and left.
After he left, the two strong men let out a sigh of relief.
That drawer sound was something they had specially designed for killing and robbing.
Although most of the store's customers were sequence ability users, there were also quite a few ordinary people who couldn't afford to be exposed.
Whenever they saw a customer who didn't quite look like a sequence ability user, they would move the drawer slightly, making a sound similar to a gun being cocked.
If the customer was a sequence ability user, their keen hearing would immediately detect something off, and they would instinctively display the unshakable authority of a sequence ability user.
Even if they accidentally angered a sequence ability user, they could always explain that it was just the sound of the drawer.
Running a supermarket here, they had people backing them, so usually, an apology and a few free items were enough to smooth things over.
If the customer was not a sequence ability user, they would then pull out a real gun hidden in the drawer's secret compartment, kill the customer, and rob them of everything they had to make a quick fortune.
Qin Siyang had seen through their trick, which was why he took a few extra portions of food as compensation.
One of the strong men looked aggrieved and said, "Look at his ragged appearance! Who would've thought he was a sequence ability user? I thought he was some fugitive. I almost got myself killed."
The other strong man rubbed his neck and said, "Are you an idiot? He bought a backpack specifically for sequence ability users to store divine remains. Walking around with something that obvious, he might as well have had 'I am a sequence ability user' written on his face. If he wasn't a sequence ability user, what else could he be?"
"And yet, you still moved the drawer at that moment—were you trying to die?"
"But… what kind of sequence ability user dresses in such rags…?"
"Idiot, he's obviously a newly awakened one. Can you use your brain for once? Or is your head just filled with meat?"
"I… I just saw that he still had some money… Business hasn't been great lately, so I thought we could make some extra cash and eat some meat."
"You're seriously drooling over a few hundred copper coins? You might as well stop running this shop with me. I'm calling the boss later to have you transferred somewhere else, you money-hungry fool."
"No, bro, please give me another chance. It wasn't easy for me to get this job. I'm begging you, just one more chance…"
"Alright then. This month's earnings—80-20 split. I take 80, you get 20. If you agree, I won't tell the boss about this."
"Ah…"
"What? Not satisfied?"
"Satisfied, satisfied! Everything will go as you say, big bro…"
———
Qin Siyang returned to the warehouse and placed the black glass bottles and the God-Hunting Dagger into his backpack.
"These two bottles of sequence potion… how should I deal with them?"
He looked at the two glass bottles, deep in thought.
"I can already increase my strength by consuming divine beings. Drinking these sequence potions would just be a waste."
"If I get the chance, I should find someone to trade them for some money."
"I'll sleep now. Tomorrow morning, I'll head to school for a cold shower, then meet the principal at Safe Zone Exit 38324 to hunt gods."
Lying on the soft mat on the ground, Qin Siyang fell into a deep sleep, filled with anticipation for the next day.
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The next morning, he woke up early again.
In the warehouse, he put on his cold-resistant clothing, carried his large backpack, and stepped out the door.
His outfit immediately drew the attention of all the passersby.
Everyone who looked at him carried expressions of respect, admiration, and envy.
Under those gazes, Qin Siyang's steps became even lighter.
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