Unknown Intrusion

Chapter 11 Emetics

Once outside the school grounds, Su Yu suddenly paused, looking around.

I was preoccupied when I arrived at school and didn't pay much attention. But as soon as I left, I immediately sensed that there was some smoke in the air, making it even more gloomy than in the morning. There were streetlights on both sides of the street, but they didn't look like electric lights.

The streets were teeming with people: gentlemen, ladies, porters, newspaper boys, flower girls, and housewives.
"Four-wheeled carriages are used by families of noble birth or above, each costing 300 gold sea dragons, and even the coachman's salary (including food) is 50 gold sea dragons a year!"

"It's simply not something an ordinary person could handle."

"Two-wheeled carriages are more than half the price, and there are often carriages available for rent. Within the city limits, the fare is 1 silver sea monster for the first 2 kilometers, and 6 copper sea serpents for each kilometer thereafter!"

There was a smell of coke in the air, and a dense network of metal pipes clung to the walls—it seemed like the steam age.

What was both familiar and unfamiliar to Su Yu was that the newspaper boy passing by actually had a dog's tail.

“Beast transformation!” Su Yu murmured, suddenly recalling that most of his classmates at his school did not have these traces, or if they did, they were very few.

In a daze, everything felt completely unfamiliar.

"I turned the corner," the girl said, puffing out her cheeks.

"Goodbye."

Su Yu bowed slightly in farewell, then watched her turn away, looking somewhat unhappy.

"It's still early."

Su Yu did not enter the residential area, but instead took a secluded path. The road became increasingly bumpy, and the surrounding buildings gradually became dilapidated.

The crisscrossing cobblestone paths, the low shacks, and the salty sea breeze carried a faint smell of decay.

Then, he went into a small alley.

The alley was dark and smelled of rotting dead cats and dogs. In fact, even without dead cats and dogs, it was still full of stench if no one cleaned up the garbage.

"People have died here many times, and the path is narrow, so few people use it now. But I know it well, and it leads to Wu Lang's house!"

Su Yu didn't know where Wu Lang lived, but the natives did.

Over the past 10 years, the host has learned a lot about the boss, including Wu Lang's residence.

“If I take the proper route, I’ll be too conspicuous as a stranger in the city, especially among students. If something happens to Wu Lang, they’ll immediately know I’m a suspect!”

"Going out at night is too dangerous, so I have to take this route."

"Walking in the dark, you might encounter evil spirits."

Su Yu was well aware of this, but if he were even stronger: "For me, evil spirits are both danger and prey."

Even if you encounter it, you can confine it to the courtyard.

As you walk along the familiar road, you gradually turn into a narrow alley, surrounded by wooden houses.

The alley wasn't completely deserted; occasionally someone would draw water from the well.

Even with the sun shining, Su Yu glanced subconsciously at the dark corner as he walked, and a chill ran through him.

"Damn, what a world!"

Su Yu suddenly remembered that the city was divided into the upper city (nobles), the lower city (commoners), and the outer city, and the safety of each city was different.

However, each district is still subdivided. This place is considered the lower-middle district, a poor area. Su Yu's father is a ship captain, so although their place is in the lower district, it is a middle-class area. Wu Lang is actually rich, so why does he live here?

It's very unsafe here.

Thinking about it, Su Yu frowned inwardly, pursed his lips, and quickened his pace. As long as the sun hadn't set, nothing would happen. It was said that it wasn't just about so-called positive energy, but also related to spatial folding.

"In the future, I need to study more theory."

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly nimbly dodged to a corner, and heard the back door screech open as a woman poured a chamber pot into the deserted alley.

"Damn, what a world!"

Su Yu said it again, held her breath, and waited until she closed the door before tiptoeing over. It wasn't far; there was a two-story building in a deep alley, simple and crude, but that's how most people live—as long as it's habitable, that's fine.

Because the alley is deep and there is not enough sunlight, the small space is extremely cluttered.

"Alright, found it!"

Approaching the back door, it's clear the homeowner doesn't return often, as a thin layer of dust has accumulated at the back door entrance.

Su Yu checked around the low wall and found the open blinds. Listening, he could faintly hear hissing and cursing sounds coming from inside.

"This is Wu Lang's house." "We can't wait until dark; it'll be hard to explain when we get back."

"Besides, there are still students at dusk, which is too conspicuous. We have to take action now."

"But now we need to add a point!"

Six hours had passed. Su Yu took a breath, no longer hesitating. He lowered his gaze and saw a point of golden light that quickly expanded and turned into a faint white light floating in his field of vision.

On the screen, the little gray figure had long since stopped moving.

[Aerobics (62%)]

"Six hours, an average increase of 5% per hour, that's a very good pace!"

Su Yu pointed with his mind.

"Snap!" It sounded like something breaking free of its restraints. Immediately afterwards, a cool sensation flowed through my body, and my body seemed much more flexible.

Su Yu was momentarily dazed, then his body moved instinctively, assuming a pose.

As if truly honed through countless trials, every step, kick, punch, dodge... every movement was neither superfluous nor distorted, but perfectly executed.

"...So that's it."

Many details flashed through my memory, the actions of the Night Watchmen I had seen countless times.

"This is the basic course for the Night's Watch!" Su Yu sighed, feeling regretful.

The natives once dreamed of becoming Night's Watchmen, but in the end... it turned out they missed their chance here.

However, from my current perspective, being a Night's Watchman might not be a good job, so I'll just let it go.

"Meditation techniques are related to spellcasting power; that is true power."

"If we miss this opportunity, it will be difficult later."

"Perfect timing, the time is about right, I'll take care of Wu Lang now."

"However, I'm still a child. It's not fair for me to fight you. No, I want fairness. I want human rights."

"I'll give you a little something first. Don't worry, it's not poison, just something to make you vomit. That way it'll be fair!"

"Hehe, I can't buy poison, but I can get my hands on emetics."

Skillfully vaulting over the door, like a nimble big cat, Su Yu quietly approached the kitchen and, sure enough, saw the wine bottles. He placed all the unopened bottles at the bottom, filling one bottle to about eight-tenths full, then took out a small bag and carefully poured the contents down.

After shaking it, Su Yu was finally satisfied. He then dodged to the side and hid.

Although there was still sunlight outside, the room was relatively dark, with only an oil lamp to dispel the gloom.

Staring at the empty, lifeless house, Wu Lang's eyes dimmed. A large, purplish-blue swelling was on his face, a result of being beaten by the school police.

"What bad luck!" Wu Lang mumbled, touching his cheek, his words slurred, his anger boiling over.

I'm having a really bad day; it all started with collecting debts.

Why did the boss suddenly assign this task?

"Now's not the time to collect debts, is it?"

Having just applied the medicine, Wu Lang dragged his tired body and groped his way into the kitchen, the gas lamp in his hand dispelling the darkness.

There was nothing on the kitchen table except a pile of wine bottles.

With a sigh, he skillfully picked up one and filled his cup.

Glug, glug, he gulped down a few mouthfuls of wine.

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

I felt a tingling sensation in my throat, and not only that, the liquor slid down my throat like a depth charge.

"vomit……"

Wu Lang felt spasms in his stomach, accompanied by a sour feeling, and couldn't help but lower his head.

My stomach was churning violently, like a spice jar had been spilled.

(End of this chapter)