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The woman sat on the sofa, her face pale with worry. ¡°So you¡¯re saying monsters exist in the world, and one was in your office building?¡± Zhang Xiaoman had calmed down and recounted the entire incident. His mother already knew about his ³¬·² powers¡ªshe¡¯d witnessed the system¡¯s binding while cooking the fish. ¡°No, I¡¯m certain it wasn¡¯t human!¡± Zhang Xiaoman insisted. ¡°The speed, the sound¡ It was worse than a tiger.¡± His mother shuddered. Zhang Xiaoman shook his head, clearing the images. After a moment of thought, he said, ¡°Mom, I just realized¡ Why did I get these powers, and then monsters appeared? It can¡¯t be a coincidence or ¡®protagonist luck.¡¯¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± Zhang Xiaoman sighed. ¡°When have we ever seen monsters before? Even Sixth Uncle, who¡¯s been ËãÃü for decades, hasn¡¯t seen any. Now that I have powers, they¡¯re popping up everywhere.¡± ¡°So, I think¡ it¡¯s not about me. It¡¯s about the world.¡± ¡°You mean¡ spiritual energy revival?!¡± Zhang Xiaoman was surprised she knew the term. She read novels on Qidian daily, reaching the highest ¡°Reading Saint¡± level. ¡°It¡¯s just a theory. If more monster sightings occur, we¡¯ll know.¡± His mother nodded. ¡°Quit your job tomorrow. It¡¯s too dangerous.¡± Zhang Xiaoman agreed. The salary wasn¡¯t worth risking his life. With the system, he didn¡¯t need to work anymore. ¡°Alright, it¡¯s late. You¡¯ve been working hard. Go to bed early.¡± Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. His mother yawned and returned to her room. ¡¡ Midnight. In Zhang Xiaoman¡¯s bedroom. He lay in bed, counting down the seconds on his watch. ¡°11:55:36¡ 11:55:37¡ 11:55:38¡¡± He waited for midnight to claim his daily lottery. ¡°11:58:48¡ Almost there!¡± Time crawled by. ¡°Once it hits 12, if the lottery resets daily, my theories will be confirmed!¡± As the clock neared midnight, his heart raced. He¡¯d drawn twice: first the white Hearthstone, then the gray Chewed Bone. He suspected the lottery reset daily, earning 1 point per draw. Points could buy items in the shop, but only Extractor was available. Frustrated by the lack of a system spirit, he had to figure things out alone. He checked his palm¡ªa complex seven-pointed star with an eye in the center, obtained after using the Extractor. He still didn¡¯t know how to use it. At midnight, the lottery button lit up. Zhang Xiaoman closed his eyes, mumbled prayers, and tapped the button. ¡°Congratulations! You¡¯ve obtained the white item: Holy Water.¡± A transparent vial materialized on the bed. ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± He picked it up, curious about its use. The vial was egg-sized, crudely made, sealed with a cork and white thread. Shaking it, he saw about an ounce of clear liquid. Holy Water 1 ounce. ¡ª Liquid gold. ¡°Hmm¡¡± The vague description annoyed him, but it was better than gray trash. He searched online for clues. Chapter 3: Brother Haohan Half an hour later. Zhang Xiaoman stretched, closing endless tabs. He¡¯d found dozens of games and movies referencing holy water, with varied lore. Staring at the vial, he recalled the clue: Liquid gold. He searched again, eyes lighting up at the results. ¡°Liquid gold¡ªfrom Western mythology, refers to water blessed by gods¡¡± ¡°A true holy water requires pure mountain spring water, collected by a devout soul, then consecrated for a thousand days¡¡± ¡°Holy water blesses and repels demons. Any evil touched by it dissolves instantly¡¡± ¡°Difficult to create, hence its name ¡®liquid gold.¡¯¡± He closed the browser, reassured. Putting the vial down, fatigue washed over him. Before sleeping, he made a call. ¡°Hello? Zhang Xiaoman? Why calling so late?¡± A man¡¯s voice answered. Zhang Xiaoman was relieved it picked up. ¡°Brother Haohan! Thank god you¡¯re awake. Don¡¯t go to the office tomorrow!¡± ¡°What? Why?¡± ¡°There¡¯s a ghost there!¡± He almost said ¡°monster¡± but changed his mind for credibility. The man paused. ¡°Zhang Xiaoman¡ Are you telling ghost stories at midnight?¡± ¡°Not joking! The elevator broke, so I took the stairs¡ I was chased! I barely escaped!¡± ¡°Did you see it?¡± Zhang Xiaoman hesitated¡ªhe hadn¡¯t dared look back. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. Before he could lie, the man said, ¡°You didn¡¯t see it, did you? The fifth-floor intern brings her dog. You were chased by a dog! Hahaha!¡± ¡°¡¡¡± Zhang Xiaoman sighed. ¡°Can you take a day off? Come to my place. I need help.¡± ¡°Zhang Xiaoman, we¡¯re brothers, but I can¡¯t skip tomorrow! It¡¯s my promotion ¿¼ºË. I¡¯ve waited a year for this!¡± Zhang Xiaoman knew Brother Haohan¡ªLu Lin Haohan¡ªwas dedicated. Married with two sons, he worked hard and moonlighted as a deliveryman. ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll see you later.¡± Zhang Xiaoman hung up and messaged the office group: ¡°I saw something unclean in the stairwell last night! The building is haunted! Don¡¯t go alone!¡± He sent a resignation text to his boss and blocked him. ¡¡ The next morning. Zhang Xiaoman slept soundly, waking at 10 AM. Checking his phone, he saw endless messages. Ignoring them, he checked the group chat. Colleagues mocked him, turning his warning into a meme. He sighed, dialing Brother Haohan. ¡°Hello?¡± ¡°Haohan, did you take the elevator?¡± ¡°Yeah, it¡¯s fixed. Why?¡± ¡°Good. Stay safe.¡± Relieved, Zhang Xiaoman worried about being exposed. If the monster harmed someone, police might check surveillance. He couldn¡¯t let them find his teleportation footage. After walking his dog, he decided to borrow his uncle¡¯s cart to sell sushi. Chapter 4: Pei Lao Liu