Chapter Forty-Two: The Power of Persuasive Words

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Zhou Shuren once said: “No skill is a burden.” Since he’d won something in the lottery, and there was no limit to the number of skill slots, he might as well learn it. He clicked on the skill book, and a warm current surged through his body, finally settling around his mouth.

“All right, there’s still a treasure chest!”

Though Xie Jing had already lost faith in his luck for the day, he figured he might as well open the chest to avoid wasting the buff of rising fortune. Better to get it over with than let it hang over his head, or he’d likely lose sleep tonight.

The chest was in the storage menu—a golden box sitting quietly. He clicked to open it.

A dazzling light burst forth, accompanied by the sound of counting money. “Whoever designed this system must have worked on domestic web games—they’ve captured the essence perfectly!” he grumbled inwardly, but his eyes remained fixed on the violently shaking, glowing chest.

There was a round of applause and cheers, and the golden light spread generously.

[Congratulations! You have acquired a new skill: Ultra Technique.]

Ultra Technique: Before executing a move, shout ‘Ultra’, and the power increases by 10% to 100%.

Xie Jing: “...”

“System, are you messing with me on purpose?”

The moment he saw the skill description, he instantly understood what this was. Simply put, if you shouted ‘Ultra Punch’ before throwing a punch at your enemy, the power of the punch would increase.

It didn’t seem like a bad skill, except…

How embarrassing!!!

To shout ‘Ultra Something’ loudly in public—or worse, on a live global broadcast—was mortifying beyond words!

Without a word, Xie Jing learned the skill. Even though he’d selected it, he was determined never to use it in this lifetime.

He shut the system quietly and lay on his hospital bed, wanting nothing more than a moment of peace.

After a long while, his eyes suddenly opened. The white ceiling came into view—a familiar sight. Before he’d crossed over, he’d spent an entire year staring blankly at this very ceiling.

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Around him, the beeping of monitors could be heard. Wires were attached all over his body, tracking his vital signs.

Having returned from the world of Tiga, Xie Jing’s body was now flawless—any defect had been healed by the King of Ultra’s restorative light. Even the cancer had been entirely eradicated.

He swept away the wires and pulled out the needle from his hand, then tried to turn over and sit up.

“...”

“Ultra Sit-up!”

He whispered, and instantly felt a surge of strength in his legs, flipping himself up into a sitting position with ease.

Well… as embarrassing as it was, the effect was truly impressive.

Feeling much better, Xie Jing decided he’d use this skill again, but only when no one was around.

He stretched his arms and moved about a bit. Wearing his hospital gown and slippers, he planned to sneak outside for a bowl of noodles. During his time in Neon, he’d missed the noodles from home terribly.

Just as his hand touched the doorknob, a strong force came from the other side—the door burst open.

A long-haired girl with a backpack entered and locked eyes with Xie Jing.

She wore a light yellow dress, her long hair flowing, her face adorned with subtle makeup, and her large, lively eyes full of spirit.

But right now, she looked utterly stunned.

“Xie! How are you up?!”

She grabbed his hand in alarm, desperately trying to pull him back onto the bed.

“Hurry! Lie down! You’re still so sick and you want to run around?”

At that moment, the door opened again and two nurses in uniform rushed in, out of breath. Seeing the scene of the two struggling, their brows shot up.

“Xie Jing! Get back into bed!”

“We thought something terrible had happened! All your vital signs disappeared! You nearly scared us to death!”

Xie Jing scratched the back of his head, embarrassed. He’d forgotten the monitors were connected to the nurses’ station. These two were his private nurses—specially hired by Huang Ling at great expense.

Huang Ling was the girl now dragging him back onto the bed.

He and Huang Ling had grown up together. After his parents died, her parents had taken him in, so Xie Jing felt a brotherly affection toward her. As for Huang Ling—he knew this girl had always liked him.

More than just liked him, actually—it bordered on infatuation. Even after she started university, she still lived in the apartment he’d bought.

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Huang Ling’s parents seemed intent on pairing the two of them together, and hardly bothered to intervene in their daughter’s affairs.

After he fell ill, it was Huang Ling who juggled everything, finding time between her intense junior-year studies to care for him, even attending job interviews in her spare time. Her family was only modestly well-off.

Xie Jing’s family had money, but in the eyes of Huang Ling and her parents, it was always his to keep. They had never asked him for a cent. They were his parents’ dearest friends, doing everything for peace of mind, so their late friends could rest easy.

This left Xie Jing’s feelings toward Huang Ling complicated: gratitude, familial affection, and a flicker of uncertainty.

Seeing the three women so animated, all insisting he get back in bed, Xie Jing’s old lazy self might have just complied. But after his experiences in the Land of Light, he realized how pointless and foolish it was to be lazy just for comfort.

After all, the world outside was so vast and beautiful—and now he was the protagonist of a novel, possessing power beyond the ordinary. What was the point if he didn’t go out and show off a little, make a splash?

“Ling, I want to go for a walk.” Sitting by the bed, he took her hand, his face full of tender sincerity, while secretly activating his Silver Tongue skill.

“There’s so much in the world I haven’t seen, so many beautiful places. I don’t want to lie here waiting to die, day after day. It’s too lonely. I want to take you with me—to see the world together. What do you say?”

Huang Ling’s mind went blank. In that moment, his words echoed in her head.

“I want to take you with me…”

“I want to take you out…”

“I want you…”

The Silver Tongue skill could subtly confuse a person’s mind, making them more likely to agree or affirm the speaker’s requests.

Right now, all Huang Ling could think was: “I want you.” The next second, it became: “I love you.” And then, “Will you marry me?”

“Okay…”

As Huang Ling dazedly agreed, the two nurses stared in shock.

They knew how this girl felt about Xie Jing. She wouldn’t even stroll in the hospital garden without careful consideration, let alone agree to a trip after his discharge.

Yet here she was, standing up, holding his hand, walking step by step towards the hospital corridor.

In Huang Ling’s eyes, this was a red carpet leading to their wedding…

The power of Silver Tongue—truly terrifying!