Chapter 1084: 496: The First Person of Divine Enthronement!

Chapter 1084: Chapter 496: The First Person of Divine Enthronement!

Five-thirty in the morning.

Uncle Qi checked the Sacrificial Array and then lifted the shutter door.

In no time at all,

those early risers came for breakfast.

“Boss, two meat buns, a cup of soy milk.”

“Alright.”

“A bowl of beef noodles, an egg, and a soda.”

“Got it, have a seat inside.”

Uncle Qi warmly greeted the customers.

This breakfast shop was called “Uncle Qi’s Breakfast,” located in the middle of an alley, rented as a storefront.

In the back of the shop, there was a small courtyard sectioned off.

Shen Ye sat in the courtyard, pondering all that had happened before.

As he was thinking, he saw Uncle Qi come in carrying a bowl of noodles and two pieces of fried dough.

“Breakfast time.”

“I just ate a midnight snack not long ago… fine, thank you, big guy, I’ll eat it later.”

“Mm, make sure to recover your strength quickly.”

Uncle Qi put down the bowl, laid the fried dough across it, and quickly walked back to the front of the shop.

—Another customer had arrived.

Shen Ye watched his back thoughtfully.

Compared to yesterday, today Uncle Qi’s aura was even stronger.

He was healing his injuries through the sacrificial breakfast method.

—No wonder he’s a big shot, to think of something like that.

So then.

I need to think of something myself too.

Even though Uncle Qi’s breakfast shop was open, the business was normal.

Besides,

even if business is good, you can’t always eat and use his stuff.

Make money.

It’s something that needs to be dealt with urgently.

—As long as the world hasn’t been destroyed, people need money.

Shen Ye thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped his forehead.

Got it!

He quickly pulled out his phone, logged into an app, and started registering an account.

Back in the description of the Copper Man, there were “cooking, doing laundry, writing novels, guarding the house,” three of these aren’t suitable for making money because the Copper Man can’t show its face!

Only writing novels can be done with a hidden identity!

The Copper Man is perfectly suited for this job!

Shen Ye successfully applied for an account, opened the creation interface, and handed the phone to the Copper Man.

“Type softly, my phone is very old, don’t break my screen.” Shen Ye said.

The Copper Man nodded silently.

It took the phone and immediately started typing:

“It rained for a whole day and night; a hand reached out from the mass grave outside the military camp.”

Quite skillful!

Shen Ye watched for a while, only to see the Copper Man typing away with both hands, and more and more sentences appeared onscreen.

The reading flowed quite smoothly!

Shen Ye was quickly captivated by the plot and read it in one go, finally nodding in satisfaction.

This novel is pretty good!

Copper Man, I’m counting on you!

—Uncle Qi is making breakfast, the Copper Man is writing a novel, we all have a bright future.

In great spirits, Shen Ye picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

Seven or eight minutes later.

After finishing a bowl of noodles and two pieces of fried dough, a line of faint words appeared:

“You have completed ‘Feeding.’

“Current All Attributes increased by 0.3.”

Shen Ye clenched his fist.

His whole-body strength increased a bit, and his movements clearly became much more agile.

—This body is made of a Normal person’s flesh and blood and can’t grow strong too quickly; otherwise, it will collapse.

Shen Ye sighed, staring blankly at the typing Copper Man.

The Copper Man typed while raising a sign:

“Don’t look at me, it affects my train of thought.”

Shen Ye’s mouth twitched, so he simply turned his head to look at the big tree in the yard.

He slipped into contemplation just like that.

Several breaths later.

A crow flew over, landing on a branch, peering down at him, and spoke in a human voice:

“Mortal, you’ve committed a grave sin, do you know that?”

“What sin?” Shen Ye asked.

“You killed our Envoy, and stole the Immortal Law artifact, deserving of a thousand deaths.” The crow said.

“I want to ask, if someone like me can draw power from the Immortal artifact—how do you usually deal with us?” Shen Ye asked.

“Naturally, kill!” The crow said angrily.

“Then there’s nothing to say, what do you want to do?” Shen Ye sighed.

“You’re dead for sure!”

“But your people can’t beat me.”

“Hmph, this time it’s different, I am the Executioner, master of the killing tool, I will definitely take your life!”

The crow said as it unfurled one of its wings, transforming it into an arm, holding a pitch-black pistol pointed at Shen Ye.

The gun even had a silencer attached.

Shen Ye raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Demons and monsters actually use guns?

This was a perspective he never considered.

His current Agility attribute was only 1.3, and supposedly, he couldn’t dodge it.

But thankfully, there were still 1.3 free attribute points.

Add them all to Agility.

Then—

Shen Ye drew a fiery red blade and slashed through the air.

Cloud Shadow Blade!

Clang clang clang clang clang!

After five shots were fired,

all the bullets were parried by Shen Ye’s sword and deflected away.

“Can block bullets?”

The crow was shocked and hurried to fly away.

How could Shen Ye let it escape?

The long blade hummed, sending a blazing fire toward the crow.

The crow was immediately burned to ash.

“What a pity.”

Uncle Qi’s voice sounded from behind, with a touch of regret:

“This creature had already developed a Spirit, it could’ve been edible.”

“Where did they get the gun?” Shen Ye asked.

“Stolen.” Uncle Qi replied.

The pistol fell from mid-air, Shen Ye caught it and put it into the newly appeared door.

Gate of Spirit Communication.

The barrier of the gate was “the distance of returning the pistol to its rightful owner.”

Shen Ye placed the gun on the opposite side of the door, then closed the door, and it was done.

“Aside from the gun, do these guys have anything else?” Shen Ye asked,

“Not sure, I haven’t been here long—shouldn’t be too powerful.” Uncle Qi replied.

By this time, breakfast was over.

Uncle Qi tidied up, pulled down the shutter, returned to the back courtyard, made tea, and chatted casually with Shen Ye.

“What are you plotting?” Uncle Qi asked.