Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 13 New Mission: The Trial of the God of Blasphemy

The road to the breakfast shop was a bit crowded.

It's almost 7 o'clock now, and the large crowds who have finished watching the flag-raising ceremony are rapidly spreading outwards.

Because the hotel is close to Tiananmen Square, it inevitably gets crowded.

Because there are many people.

The security measures here are quite strict.

Countless fences divide the wide driveway and sidewalk into many lanes, and also create new traffic routes at many intersections.

Looking at these easily adjustable fences, Chen Baiyu understood that they were probably fine-tuned every day to ensure that the pedestrian flow routes near Tiananmen Square were not predictable and unchanging.

At several key checkpoints, there are a large number of police officers and several identity verification machines.

Even if you are just passing by Tiananmen Square and do not intend to queue for security checks to enter the square, you still need to take out your ID card for inspection and recording.

Chen Baiyu's aunt Hu Xiaohong and mother Hu Xiaoli were at the checkpoint not far away, taking out their ID cards for inspection, while Chen Baiyu was lost in thought while waiting in line.

I received the system reward in the early hours of the morning and it's still here now.

Saying his head was buzzing the whole time is definitely an exaggeration, but his mind has certainly been racing since midnight.

From initially trying to verify the system's authenticity, to carefully experiencing the strength of the power the system bestows, and then reflecting on the current situation.

He really thought about it a lot.

Like now.

His thinking had already shifted from reflecting on himself to reflecting on the outside world.

Could this world actually be quite fantastical?

Even if it's not him, could there be other people besides him who possess the system?

This was a sudden idea that popped into his head, and once it did, it grew uncontrollably.

He certainly didn't want anyone else to have such an opportunity, as it would give him a peculiar sense of anxiety.

While thinking.

His mother, Hu Xiaoli, and his aunt, Hu Xiaohong, were already calling him over from a distance.

See this.

He quickly stepped forward, took out his ID card, and verified it through the machine. Then he jogged to catch up with the two people who had fallen behind due to their distraction.

The things he was thinking about in his mind just now are things he still can't verify.

So he simply stopped thinking about it.

Instead, I followed my mother and aunt into the second floor of a breakfast shop.

Instead of overthinking, let's be curious about the famous BJ drinks we're about to try.

After the waiter brought out three large bowls of douzhi (fermented mung bean juice), the group of people, who had been full of curiosity and anticipation, immediately turned pale.

It's true that seeing is believing.

The soy milk was a murky grayish-green color, with a layer of yellowish foam floating on the surface, like plaster soaked in rainwater, or like soy milk that had been left out for many days and had gone moldy.

A few lumps of unground soybean residue settled in the thick liquid, like the last struggle of a drowning person.

A pungent, sour smell suddenly wafted up, like swill that had been rotten for three days mixed with sweaty, smelly socks, and also with a hint of over-fermented bean odor.

For Chen Baiyu, who has improved in all aspects, this is more of a trial.

With a sense of smell and taste far more sensitive than the average person, he couldn't help but fall silent as he looked at the soy milk on the table in front of him: Is this really not swill?

Even though fermented mung bean residue has many health and medicinal benefits, it doesn't seem to be much different from swill in essence.

Especially when he heard the old BJs around him chuckling with their mouths covered, he was even more certain that the douzhi in front of him was definitely not ordinary.

Perhaps quite a few locals do like this stuff, but for most people it's absolutely awful.

After all, humans are not traditional scavengers, and most individuals find it difficult to develop an appetite for fermented products.

The sales of this infamous "dark cuisine" are absolutely driven by out-of-towners who refuse to believe in superstitions. It's like playing CS:GO, and your teammate gets instantly killed by a sniper with a huge advantage and frantically tells them not to look, but you, who don't have a sniper rifle, insist on going to see what happened.

Then, they lined up and gloriously gave it away for free.

This is a scam that the locals are all aware of.

Outsiders are also willing to be deceived.

For example, my mom and aunt, who were thinking, "We're already here," have already started to try taking a sip while holding their noses.

Then there is no more then.

Even the two, who are usually frugal and never waste food, were frowning and unsure of what to say.

It's already quite an achievement that you can avoid spitting out what's in your mouth.

"Perhaps... this shop isn't authentic."

After finally swallowing it, Chen Baiyu's mother muttered to herself.

Chen Baiyu disagreed with this point.

Recalling the undisguised smiles on the faces of the locals around them as the two men drank douzhi (fermented mung bean juice), he figured that the authentic version was probably just this unpalatable.

Or perhaps...

The more authentic it is, the worse it tastes?

As he pondered, he looked at the bowl of soy milk in front of him that cost ten yuan and his expression turned troubled.

If this were a ten-yuan bowl of soy milk, he might exclaim that it must be made of gold particles, daring to charge such a high price for such a small amount.

But this is a bowl of soy milk.

At that moment, Chen Baiyu felt that ten yuan for a bowl of food was a bit too much.

The joy I felt yesterday when my five senses were heightened has now turned into a slight sense of embarrassment.

Maybe I shouldn't drink it...

[Beep! Corrupted Holy Dew detected!]

【The Tainted Elixir of the Old Capital: This is a secret 'trial drink' from the far north, extracted from the ancient 'Pool of Sour Rot' (fermentation vat). It is said to be a sacred object used by the 'Poor Saint' (Old BJ) to temper his will. Its color is like the murky water of the swamp of the dead, the foam resembles the rotting skin of withered vines, and the floating bean dregs are like the remains of the drowned, emitting a stench like that of a chaotic abyss—only a true 'hero of taste' can withstand this 'baptism of piety'.】

You have triggered the hidden quest – The Trial of the Blasphemous God.

[Quest Completion Condition: Drink all the corrupted holy dew in front of you to complete the Trial of the God of Blasphemy]

[After drinking the entire amount at once, the title "Taste Martyr Lv1" will be unlocked. Wearing this title will increase poison resistance by 10%.]

hiss……

Drink! It's fermented mung bean juice!

Chen Baiyu's expression changed instantly, her previous thoughts vanishing into thin air.

Having already experienced the benefits of system tasks, he naturally wouldn't hesitate when faced with a new one.

I don't care about this or that.

We old Beijingers value authenticity.

While he was thinking, his hand had already picked up the bowl before he could think, and he drank the whole bowl of soy milk in one gulp amidst the surprised looks of those around him.

It's as if they're afraid of being a step too slow and having someone else snatch it away.

In fact, Chen Baiyu was indeed afraid of certain things.

It wasn't that I was afraid my soy milk would be snatched away, but rather that I was afraid that if I didn't drink it quickly or decisively enough, I might not be able to meet the system's requirement of "drinking it all at once."

He just gulped it down in two gulps.

Chen Baiyu then put down the large bowl in his hand.

Hearing the system notification in his ear, "[Task completed, reward issued]", he couldn't help but smile.

(End of this chapter)