"Obtained Innate Divine Ability: Thick Skin and Flesh (Black Iron Level)."
"Obtained Cultivation Technique: Wild Boar Charge (Unranked)."
"Obtained one year of cultivation."
Lin Fan gripped the long spear tightly, breathing slightly while listening to the voice echoing in his mind. Everything was real.
He immediately felt some changes in his body.
Previously, he felt like an ordinary person.
Now, he felt like a master skilled in supreme martial arts.
The arrest officer appeared beside Lin Fan at some unknown point, his sturdy hand landing on Lin Fan's shoulder. "Good, very good. You're made for this constable role. When facing demons, you need to act decisively. Any method that can kill demons is a good method."
For Lin Fan, now was not the time to be shocked.
As for this small assistance system, it's best to study it slowly back home.
"Sir, I couldn't help stabbing it a few more times. Didn't expect to kill the Wild Boar Demon, messing up today's assessment. Please forgive me," Lin Fan said.
He couldn't not stab.
This was clearly sending him free experience points.
Commonly referred to as the starting bonus pack.
If he didn't seize this opportunity, this starting game might turn into nightmare difficulty.
"No worries. Finding talents like you is a great joy for me. Starting now, you'll be in charge of this team," Wang Zhou said.
"Thank you for the promotion, sir." Lin Fan felt elated inside. He never thought he'd get promoted this quickly. Not bad, not bad at all.
Look at these newbies around him—their gazes were filled with admiration when they looked at him.
They were all shocked by Lin Fan's methods.
He was so damn ruthless.
That was a Wild Boar Demon, a demon! He stabbed without hesitation, once wasn't enough, so he stabbed a second time and killed it outright.
They couldn't forget the scene when Lin Fan pulled out the long spear—the intestines, blood, and feces spilling out.
This was a true savage.
At that moment,
a constable came forward from the distance and whispered in Wang Zhou's ear. Wang Zhou's smile gradually faded, replaced by seriousness. He then raised his hand, interrupting whatever was being done, and turned to face Lin Fan and the others.
"Today's assessment ends here. From now on, you are official constables. Uphold the peace of Jiangdu City."
"Dismissed."
As his words fell,
Wang Zhou hurriedly departed, as though something urgent had occurred.
At the Martial Arts Training Ground,
fifteen newbie constables surrounded Lin Fan, showering him with flattery and praises.
He was their leader now.
How could they not curry favor?
Lin Fan listened to the bootlicking, feeling refreshed and in great spirits. He never thought that shortly after crossing over to this world, he'd rise so quickly. Thinking about it, he felt pretty good—not even willing to go back anymore.
Ah, it's decadent, truly decadent.
"From now on, I'm your leader. As long as you obey orders, I, Lin Fan, guarantee nothing will happen to you. As for those demons, don't worry—if they dare mess with us, this will be their fate." Lin Fan raised his head, patting his chest and savoring what it felt like to be "the boss."
The newbie constables looked at the corpse of the Wild Boar Demon and drew in a sharp breath, instantly feeling an overwhelming sense of security. With a leader like Lin Fan, surely nothing bad would happen.
Lin Fan was eager to return and study the small assistance system and didn't want to keep yakking with them.
Whether he could protect them or not… well, that was a matter for the future.
Spouting a few random words, he hurriedly left.
Inside his room,
Lin Fan quickly checked the items he'd just obtained.
Thick Skin and Flesh (Black Iron Level): An Innate Divine Ability of the unranked Wild Boar Demon. Highly durable, highly resistant to beatings. Ordinary weapons without inner strength cannot break its defense.
Wild Boar Charge (Unranked): A cultivation technique of the unranked Wild Boar Demon. Channel all strength to the head and rush at the opponent. Whether it results in splitting your head open or breaking your opponent's bones depends entirely on how hard your head is.
What the hell?
Is this Wild Boar Charge playing a joke on me?
But this Thick Skin and Flesh divine ability is still pretty good.
It makes him stand out from the monotonous crowd of mortals, giving him a means of self-defense.
One year of cultivation should mean inner strength.
He could sense a faint stream of energy flowing inside him, filling his body with strength.
This sensation was absolutely exhilarating.
He figured it out.
The loot drop depends entirely on luck.
The Wild Boar Demon displayed six items in total, but only three dropped. Estimating it, his luck wasn't bad. Not great, but not terrible either—the items that dropped were the best the Wild Boar Demon had.
Actually, Lin Fan had seen Wang Zhou's drop list before.
It was absolutely dazzling.
If not for his own lack of strength, he would've taken a knife and chopped Wang Zhou to pieces.
Damn it, it's practically tempting one to commit a crime!
Now that he understood everything he wanted to understand, staying inside felt boring. He might as well take a walk around. Who knows, maybe he'd get lucky and find something valuable.
The memories of this body's former owner were worthless, as expected. He was just an ordinary citizen; how could he know any secrets? Everything had to be explored on his own.
So useless.
Making me transmigrate, but not even giving me a classy, high-profile identity. My demands aren't high—maybe the grandchild of some ancestor or something would've been enough.
As long as I could cling to a big shot, calling someone grandpa wouldn't be out of the question.
Instead, I ended up as a measly little constable. But he refused to believe he couldn't rise to the top—just gotta play it steady with the assistance system.
Walking through Jiangdu City,
Lin Fan wore his constable uniform, a knife hanging at his waist, and strode confidently down the streets.
The citizens nearby saw Lin Fan and immediately stepped aside, not daring to block his path.
"Heh, being an official does come with perks—natural authority, huh?" Lin Fan felt smug inside, completely enjoying this moment. Never before had he felt so dignified.
As he passed by a tea stall,
he overheard a group of people chatting.
Ears pricked, he quietly listened in. Were they talking about someone's death?
"The Chen Mansion was wiped out; it was just discovered moments ago."
"No way! The Chen Family is one of the richest in Jiangdu City—who'd dare do that?"
"I heard it was demons. Apparently, the Chen Family's young master meddled with something unclean outside."
"Impossible! Demons no longer exist. How could there be such things?"
...
Lin Fan froze for a moment, then raised his head to look ahead. If he remembered correctly, the Chen Mansion should be straight ahead.
"Nope, gotta avoid this place entirely. Dead people aren't scary—it's the unclear circumstances of their death that terrify me. And if demons are involved, they must be powerful if they can annihilate an entire household. Better not bring trouble onto myself."
Though he was a constable and supposed to have the courage to face demons,
that was all just talk.
If he actually encountered such things, he'd let the experts handle it.
Just as Lin Fan was preparing to turn back, a familiar voice came from behind.
Oh, crap...
"Lin Fan, what are you doing here?" Wang Zhou approached with a group of people.
Lin Fan faced away from Wang Zhou, took a deep breath, then turned around and said, "Sir, as a constable, I naturally patrol the city to maintain its safety and keep an eye out for lawless individuals."
"Very good, you haven't let me down. The Chen Mansion had a murder case. Head back and bring men over to surround the Chen Mansion completely—no one is allowed to enter," Wang Zhou said solemnly.
"Yes, I accept the orders, Sir," Lin Fan replied.
Oh my god.
He had walked right into trouble.
If he had known this was going to happen, he would've stayed home obediently.
Judging by Wang Zhou's expression, this Chen Mansion case couldn't be simple.
It must've been caused by demons.
No choice.
He could only grit his teeth and face it head-on.
Based on the novels and shows he's seen, tonight's dark and windy moonlit night will surely bring a demon riding black clouds swooping in, slashing through constables stationed outside, then storming into the mansion to wreak havoc.
Can someone tell me what to do next?