Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 29 Extraordinary Desire (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The northernmost capital city at night, just like the day Chen Baiyu first arrived, was bustling with activity, yet also felt exceptionally solemn.

After going through multiple identity checks.

After shopping, the group returned to the hotel and collapsed onto their beds.

After finishing their meal at the hot pot restaurant, they strolled around Qianmen Street for a while before leaving.

It's almost midnight now.

Under her mother's arrangement, Chen Baiyu quickly took a shower, which, according to her, was to wash away the sweat and dust, and also to wash away the bad luck she had experienced during the afternoon at the police station.

He did not refute anything.

This weather definitely calls for a shower.

Although his overall attributes reached a level that was difficult for anyone to achieve after his upgrade, he was still actually within the human realm.

Just like his eyesight.

It has only been enhanced to the theoretically most powerful level that humans can barely achieve through training. At most, it can only clearly see a person's pores and oil when they are close by, but it is not so clear when they are a little further away.

The same principle applies to sweating.

Sweating is a normal heat dissipation mechanism, and it's not a function that can be completely abandoned for him.

After all, his current physical performance has not yet reached the superhuman level where he doesn't need to sweat to help dissipate heat, so he still sweats to some extent.

Like most men taking a shower, Chen Baiyu changed his clothes and left the bathroom in less than five minutes, then leisurely lay down on the bed.

My mom and aunt then followed me to take a bath.

He took out his phone and leaned against the headboard.

It has to be said that after obtaining the system, he hardly touched his phone anymore, which he couldn't give up before.

Indeed, to overcome one addiction, you need another addiction to counterbalance it.

Chen Baiyu is now addicted.

It's called: Extraordinary Desire.

These words are like a fine needle, gently piercing the depths of consciousness, yet capable of stirring a series of palpitations.

It wasn't a greed for fame and fortune, nor an abuse of power, but an almost instinctive desire: a desire to uncover all the secrets behind the system panel, a desire to touch those rules that transcend common sense, a desire to know what kind of face the world would reveal when physical and mental abilities break through the "human limits"...

Just as mountaineers can't help but look towards higher peaks, divers always want to explore deeper trenches.

This addiction is hidden in every fingertip that taps the system panel, in every subtle change in the body that is perceived, and in every guess about "what the next task will be".

It is more stubborn than any gaming addiction or smoking addiction because it connects to a real world that may be changed.

However, this is fine.

There has to be something to make life less routine.

While thinking.

Chen Baiyu casually fiddled with her phone, checking the push notifications from various apps, and found that there weren't many news items worth paying attention to throughout the day.

That is, the editor Meteor asked him in the afternoon when his next new book would be published, and there were also various group chats where people who were keen on sharing content kept tagging all members.

Besides.

There were only some messages from the girl named Lin Xi whom I met that night:
Are you home yet? Thank you for not rejecting me outright today; my friends all laugh at me for being a coward [facepalm]

I just parted ways with them and I'm on the subway now. It's so crowded!

[By the way, do you come to Qianmen Street often? You seem to know this area quite well. I'm here as a tourist, and I've gotten lost several times today.]

The messages were sent in several parts, spaced a minute or two apart. It was clear that the sender was thinking as they sent them, with a hint of cautious probing. The last message was sent about half an hour earlier.
It's a bit annoying, really. My brother just called me, all fuming. He said Mom and Dad are going to lock up his guitar so he can focus on preparing for the college entrance exam. He's only in his first year of high school, and they're putting so much pressure on him...

He bought that guitar with his allowance saved up for half a year, and now he's arguing with his family every day. I don't know how to persuade him. [sigh]

Chen Baiyu stared at the screen, her fingertip hovering over the input box for a moment.

The emotions conveyed in these words were quite evident.

The first few messages were polite greetings, tinged with lingering shyness; the last two were sudden bursts of mundane family matters, as if someone had casually tossed their little worries over.

Perhaps they felt that his current demeanor made him seem more reliable?

Or is it simply that they can't find anyone to complain to?

He remembered the girl in the pale yellow dress, her blushing face, and her flustered figure as her companions teased her. Now, separated by a screen, she seemed more alive and relatable, no longer the blurry "flirtatious person" of the evening, but an ordinary person with real worries.

Just as he would agonize over the secrets of the system panel, she would also worry about her brother's guitar.

Before he could even develop an arrogant mindset, he seemed to be affected and corrected himself too quickly.

Chen Baiyu thought for a moment and replied:

[Are you asking your child to give up something they love? Do you have a need to "develop Sharingan" (a special ability for children to see the Sharingan) for them?]

This was his subconscious thought.

Although he acts rationally most of the time, his habit of telling hellish jokes and being sarcastic is indeed a characteristic he has always adhered to.

The other end replied quickly, clearly indicating that they had been engrossed in their phone the whole time.

However, he was met with Chen Baiyu's sharp criticism.

She seemed unsure what to say and only replied with a somewhat bewildered emoji.

See this.

Chen Baiyu didn't joke around, but replied with a slightly more serious tone:
[Just arrived at my place. Regarding the guitar, perhaps we could have him agree on phased goals with his family, and then release the guitar for a period of time each time a milestone is achieved?]

After sending the message, he tossed his phone aside and reopened the system panel.

The experience bar remains at 100/200, with no change.

But in the instant he replied to the message, he suddenly realized that no matter how strong this "desire for the extraordinary" was, it would eventually take root in these trivial human affairs.

Just like a tree, no matter how tall it grows, its roots still need to be buried in the soil.

Not to mention.

He hasn't grown very tall yet, and he's still quite close to the human world.

The phone vibrated again quickly; it was Lin Xi's reply: 【Hey? That's a good idea! I'll try talking to him about it~ Thanks!】

It was followed by a sparkly star emoji.

Chen Baiyu did not reply.

Turn off your phone screen and close your eyes.

The sound of the wind outside the hotel window mixed with the distant car horns; it was noisy, but also reassuring.

What new tasks will there be tomorrow? Where are the limits of the system's power?

he does not know.

But at least for now, in this mundane world filled with the warmth of everyday life, that yearning for the extraordinary seems to have become more real.

Think for a long time.

We arrived quickly at twelve o'clock.

Without much hesitation, he directly opened the system to check if the number of uses for the skill "The Lingering Power of the Lost Monkey King" had been refreshed.

The description of the item 【The Lost Crown of the Cunning Monkey King】 states that its accompanying skill, "The Lingering Power of the Lost Monkey King", can be used three times per day.

He was curious about the specific refresh mechanism at the time.

Does it refresh at a fixed time every morning at midnight? Or does it perform a 24-hour calculation after use?
It's important to understand your skill cooldowns.

Now, the answer is certain.

The skills used in the afternoon have now recovered to 3/3 of their original state.

Chen Baiyu remained unfazed by this.

I just silently remember it.

It doesn't matter which one it is, but it's important that he knows which one it is.

　Monday's monthly pass is very important. If you are able, please support it as much as possible. In addition, I hope you can read it as much as possible during the new book period, as this will greatly determine the success of this book.

　　As for the future plot development of this book, the basic tone has been set: the collision between a person's extraordinary and ordinary life.

　　In daily life, there are interspersed reflections on oneself, plans for the future, fantastical and quirky antics, and occasional little displays of brilliance in front of others...

　　Those who have read the previous book should understand my style: I hope to write a more realistic novel that is a unique and independent story, which is slightly different from the formulaic and pretentious novels.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)