All Gods: I am a master of all professions, who dares to oppose me?

"call--"

Fang Chang exhaled and opened his eyes, a golden light flashing across them.

Since the source seed was loaded, Fang Chang's [Intelligence] attribute has finally found a use, the most obvious manifestation of which is that he can feel the energy in his body!

Although there were no fancy tricks involved—it could only be used to wrap around oneself, forming a thin membrane and giving oneself an all-attribute buff—it was enough to excite Fangzai.

The ability to see golden light in one's eyes is also a "skill" developed by Fang Chang—by placing energy in one's eyes, one can see things that also carry energy.

According to feedback from the source species, this crude way of using energy is like primitive people using stones to crack walnuts, and should not be categorized as a "skill".

Faced with this clearly biased feedback, Fang Chang chose to tolerate it to the greatest extent possible after filtering out the information.

With a host as talented as me, this system must be under a lot of pressure, right?

I casually tried to figure out two skills, but some premium versions, even after several days, haven't even figured out a single thing...

Hmm... Is this System Number Two jealous of me?

Oh well, it's all my fault for being too strong and putting pressure on them that they shouldn't have at their age.

It was another peaceful and beautiful day, and Fangzai was lazily basking in the sun in the yard.

"boom--"

A muffled thud came from somewhere, attracting many villagers to stand at their gates and look around.

"What happened?"

"It seems to be coming from the village ancestral hall?"

"The ancestral hall was blown up?"

"Is the village going to be blown up?"

Is the world about to explode?

"Should we stock up on some salt?"

"Okay, okay, let's go together!"

……

Standing at the door, Fang Chang overheard a conversation among his neighbors and couldn't help but twitch his lips. What nonsense! They believe everything they hear. If the world were to explode, hoarding salt wouldn't do them any good.

Let this old man see what happened. "Eagle Eyes, activate!"

Thinking this, Fang Chang looked up in the direction of the ancestral hall that the villagers had mentioned.

"What the hell!?"

After reading it, Fangzai's face was full of question marks.

From where the explosion came, a flame-like alien energy was seen rising!

Wasn't it supposed to be an ordinary life in an ordinary world?

Why did the art style suddenly change?!

What is this... a spiritual energy revival style?

One day, an inexplicable substance suddenly erupted in the ordinary town of Shimen. Under its influence, the locals gradually gained abilities beyond those of ordinary people...

What kind of clichéd script is this?

Logically speaking, Fangzai should definitely go and see such a big event.

"It's a pity... I'll have to go back and see what happened next time."

Seeing the countdown that suddenly appeared on the panel, Fangzai returned to the house, his energy surging out. After giving himself a buff, he quietly waited for the transmigration.

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"Rumble--"

A muffled clap of thunder tore through the rain, and a flash of purple lightning streaked across the dark clouds, startling the wild animals in the rainforest into a frenzy. The already rugged dock path became even more muddy and slippery under the onslaught of rainwater.

"Why did we have to come here at this time of year!" A man dressed in a light-colored suit put down his bags and wiped the rain off his face with a handkerchief that was already soaked.

“I guess it’s because we have limited funds, and round-trip tickets are cheapest this season,” a young man with an unusually large nose said uncertainly, scratching his chin.

Suddenly, a quarrel broke out from a large ship moored at the dock:

"We agreed beforehand that we would only be brought along this time. Please explain what's going on!"

"Hiccup~~"

A loud burp answered the earlier question.

“This… Miss Stein, if you’re willing to go to the docks and ask around, you’ll find…” A tall, muscular man took a swig of wine and revealed a wild, savage smile.

"You'll find that I'm the only one in the entire dock willing to sail during the rainy season." After saying that, the captain ignored the woman jumping up and down in front of him and swayed as he walked onto the boat.

After the argument failed, the woman could only angrily turn around and discuss something with her own people before reluctantly starting to move things onto the boat.

"Alright, stop watching the show and let's get on the ship quickly." The long-nosed young man took a few boxes and led the man in a suit through the rain towards the ship.

"By the way, what did you pack in that box? It's so heavy!"

"It's filled with bright sunshine, which will help us get through this damp holiday."

"speak English."

"These are all good Italian wines, you'll like them."

An hour later, the rain began to thin out.

"Why haven't we set sail yet? I need a reason, Captain." The slightly dark-skinned woman who had argued with the captain earlier came to the captain's cabin again and questioned him.

"We still have one important passenger who hasn't arrived yet," the captain replied nonchalantly, taking a swig of his drink.

The woman, with slightly dark skin and seemingly of South American descent, took a few deep breaths and then looked at the captain with a murderous gaze:

"So, how many people are you planning to bring on board?"

“We paid a whopping $5 to hire your boat! And now you’re telling us there are other people who want to get on?!” the woman screamed angrily.

She hated this damn rainforest, the damn rainy season, and this damn captain who was untrustworthy and damned!

“Alright, that’s enough, Geer. I believe Mr. Kim Song will give us a satisfactory answer.” A tall, middle-aged Black man walked over, frowned slightly, and looked at the captain, saying, “Right?”

There was no response. The captain, who had just been lying on the lounge chair, rushed up to the deck in a few steps.

"You've finally arrived! Well, I mean, the timing is perfect," the captain greeted a figure on the shore with great enthusiasm.

On the shore, a figure holding a black umbrella gradually approached.

He wore loose-fitting off-white trousers with a light-colored linen shirt, and carried a 20-inch suitcase with one hand as if it were weightless. The muddy and difficult path along the riverbank seemed like a smooth road under his feet.

As the figure drew closer, the crowd, drawn by the captain's call, finally saw a handsome and dashing face.

The South American woman, still in the captain's cabin, couldn't help but show a hint of amazement when she saw Fang Chang's face.

"Wow, handsomeness really doesn't discriminate by nationality," a short-haired girl whispered to the woman next to her.

"What's the use of being handsome? I can take down three of them with one punch!" Long-nosed guy muttered to himself.

That's right, this handsome guy is our Fangzai.

In this journey, I'm playing the role of a doctor who has resigned and is on a long trip. And rainforest exploration is my first stop.

After that, he also planned a road trip across the United States—that's right, this time, Fangzai went abroad.

The reason Fangzai knew so much was because when he transmigrated, he seemed to be writing in his diary. It was by flipping through the diary that he learned about this identity's travel plans.

Fangzai strongly protested against the unconventional identity assigned to him by the panel—after all, who writes a diary if they are a decent person?

Before Fangzai could have much time to overthink, his phone alarm urged him to head to the pier.

Then, what you all saw was this scene.

Looking at the enthusiastic white man on the ship, Fang Chang nodded and smiled, then lightly stepped down and floated onto the deck.

"Wow~ He must be Chinese! That was kung fu just now!" The short-haired girl, who had been watching closely, couldn't help but exclaim, then turned to the long-nosed guy and said:

“Irving, I don’t think you can take on three of him with one punch anymore.”

Long-nosed guy twitched the corner of his mouth but didn't reply. It was obvious that Fangzi was putting a lot of pressure on him.

"I'll take you to your cabin; I'm sure you'll be satisfied. This is a room I specially renovated, and it even has its own bathroom," the captain said solicitously, taking the long, square suitcase as he led the way.

"You know, being able to take a hot bath on the Amazon River is not an easy thing."

Led by the captain, Fang Chang walked through a narrow passageway to his cabin—a small room that wasn't luxurious but was kept exceptionally clean.

Fang Chang nodded in satisfaction. When he first saw this unassuming large ship, he thought he was about to embark on a very uncomfortable "journey". He didn't expect that his identity was so impressive that he could enjoy special treatment.

“We might need to have a talk, Captain!” the South American woman said angrily upon seeing this.

"You rest first, I'll go take care of some small matters." Before leaving, the captain considerately closed the cabin door for Fang Chang.

"We spent so much money, but we can only sleep in the communal bunk at the bottom of the cabin. Why should he..."

In the well-insulated room, Fang Chang lay on the dry and comfortable bed, letting out a comfortable groan. Happiness is indeed something that comes in comparison.

After lying down for a while, Fang Chang got up, opened his briefcase, and looked at the panel to see what had been prepared for him.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he quickly flipped through his diary and rushed over here. Fang Chang didn't even have time to check his personal belongings.

Upon opening the box, a familiar scent wafted into my nostrils—it was the smell of spices!

?

Fang Chang stared at the half-full suitcase of seasonings in front of him, his expression gradually turning ferocious.

"You dog panel, are you trying to provoke me?!"

It's one thing to give Grandpa Fang an absurd multiverse Huazhong Agricultural University medical technique, but what's with giving him "medical supplies" as a bonus after this time travel?

Why weren't you this considerate during our last time travel?

No wonder they assigned me the role of a doctor… Fang Chang narrowed his eyes, silently noting it in his mind:

[During my second time-traveling experience, the dog-like interface sent me half a box of seasonings, humiliating me deeply!]

Looking at the other half of the box, there were some changes of clothes and a knife handle-shaped object engraved with gold patterns.

Fang Chang picked up the hilt of the knife, flicked it lightly, and two sections of silver light appeared. After a "click," they locked together, forming a knife about 1.5 meters long.

With a few gentle waves, it produced a sharp, whistling sound.

"What a cool knife!" Fang Zai's eyes lit up. Strength is a matter of time, but coolness is a matter of a lifetime!

"This knife is barely good enough for me~" Fangzai was excited like a dog that had just received a new toy, and his resentment towards the control panel lessened considerably.

"Woo——"

At the same time, the steam whistle sounded a long blast.

The large ship slowly set off from the shore, crashing into the rain and heading into the unknown.