Transcending Heavens: My Cheat Code is Myself

The prophet frowned and immediately retorted, "What do you mean, 'your home'? This is clearly my home!"

The young man was furious upon hearing this.

"What do you mean 'your home'! This place is clearly rented by me!"

"If you keep doing this, I'll call the police! Let the police settle this!"

Upon hearing this, the prophet felt a chill run down his spine; now was not the time to expose himself.

To conceal his identity, he usually avoids government officials at work. It would be a great injustice if his true identity were exposed because of something so ridiculous.

As for who the landlord is? Who else could it be? Of course, it's that unlucky guy who died, who is now the Kirieloid himself. This guy worked so hard because he was burdened with a mortgage, but unexpectedly he just kicked the bucket, and everything benefited the Kirieloids.

"You must have been scammed! This is the house I bought myself. If you don't believe me, I can show you my property certificate!"

The Kirieloid people suddenly became much gentler and quickly calmed Chen Feng down, fearing that Chen Feng might call the police at the slightest provocation.

Sure enough, after listening, the young man nodded and agreed to let the fortune teller find him the property certificate, and stopped shouting about calling the police.

"Damn it! You brat! If it weren't for... I would have eaten you right now!" the prophet cursed in his mind.

He turned around and was about to go inside to find the property certificate to show Chen Feng.

Looking at the property deed in the prophet's hand, the young man scratched his head and said with a puzzled expression, "That's not right. If you're the landlord, then who gave me the key? And this key can definitely open this door!"

The prophet looked helpless. Now was not the time to reveal himself, so he patiently explained to Chen Feng, "Perhaps someone found my spare key."

"Really? Then come over and see if the key I have is the spare key you dropped." Chen Feng said, cursing as he spoke, "That damn landlord, he cheated me out of my money! I'm going to settle the score with him!"

The prophet nodded. That's more like it. This has nothing to do with me. You could kill him and I wouldn't care.

The prophet stepped forward, took the key from Chen Feng, and found that it was indeed exactly the same as the key in his hand, except that the material was slightly different.

He reached out and scratched it with his fingernail, discovering that beneath the metallic sheen was a wooden key.

"Your key is really strange, it's made of wood..."

Before he could finish speaking, the prophet felt a sharp pain in his chest and was sent flying against the wall.

Yes, that's how outrageous it is! He's practically like Hercules; if he weren't a little reserved, he could easily tear down a door with his bare hands.

But it wasn't over yet. Several vines quickly grew out and locked the prophet's limbs to the wall, turning him into a large "X" shape, unable to move.

By now, the prophet clearly understood that he had been betrayed.

"Who the hell are you?!"

The young man was naturally Chen Feng; his exaggerated human form was truly unique.

"Who are you? I am an alien like you. You can call me a Namekian."

"Namekians?"

What a strange name! I've never heard of it before. The prophet racked his brains but couldn't recall it at all. However, he had a feeling that this planet was definitely not ordinary.

First of all, his ability to control plant growth is extraordinary. He struggled for a long time, but it was all in vain. He couldn't even leave in a spirit state.

This is really bizarre; these few tiny vines can actually lock up a soul. It's just too outrageous.

Ha, you're making a fuss over nothing. This is Wood Release! What kind of state do you think Wood Release is used against? If it can't lock the soul, how can Wood Release forcibly extract the chakra of a tailed beast?

"We have no past grievances or recent feuds, so why did you suddenly attack me?"

Chen Feng said with a face full of grief and indignation, "If you have to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for being too rich. We are all aliens, so why can we Namekians starve while you can enjoy life so freely?"

The prophet's veins bulged as he listened. "He lives like a beast of burden every day—where did you get this idea of ​​a carefree life?" he thought. "Donate your corneas if you don't need them! You idiot!"

But he certainly couldn't say that now, or he might lose his life. A true man can bend and stretch. He took a deep breath.

Pretend to be relaxed.

"Oh, I see. It's just money, isn't it? Put me down, and I'll go get you some money—enough to last you a lifetime. How about that?"

What he was really thinking was that once those damned vines were released, he would immediately revert to his true form, beat that damned guy to ashes, and vent his anger.

"You think I'm stupid? Even if I don't put you down, your money is still mine!"

As he spoke, Chen Feng reached into the prophet's pocket and instantly grabbed a wad of cash.

Then he began ransacking the prophet's house, turning everything upside down, using his ninja-like meticulous thinking and powerful Observation Haki.

........

By the time Chen Feng left, he had gone from a beggar to a wealthy man.

To be honest, the Kirieloids are incredibly driven, they're literally obsessed with making money. Plus, with their cosmic physique, while others sleep, they're working overtime; while others work overtime, they're working double the hours...

"Hahaha, these aliens really know how to make money! I never thought just any alien could have so much money!"

Chen Feng grinned from ear to ear as he looked at the large wads of cash in his hand.

"However, I must never let anyone know that I did such a shameful thing. As Ultraman, I am of course a glorious and majestic figure, the embodiment of justice, and a model of labor."

Sure enough, having money makes all the difference; Chen Feng felt like he had shed all his vulgarity.

"Luckily, I was quick-witted and mentioned Namekians on the spot. Now even if they rack their brains, they won't be able to find a target for revenge."

At this time, the Kirieloid people were still resentfully posing as posters on the wall.

He thought that after the other party took his money, they would let him go, and he would have a chance to take revenge.

Unexpectedly, the other party was so busy moving the money that they didn't even glance at him, completely ignoring his existence. What an humiliation!

The prophet roared in fury, "Damn Namekians! I swear I will not be a Kirieloid if I do not destroy you!"

Late at night.

"No way! Why hasn't this plant let me go yet?! I have to go to work tomorrow! What if I'm late?! My perfect attendance record! My year-end bonus! Damn Namekians, I'll never forgive you!!!"