What If I Can't Die?-Chapter 8

Lottery Subsystem

After warning Big Smart, Song Shi did not notice anyone following him for the rest of the journey.

As for whether there were ghosts, he wasn’t sure.

After walking for a few more miles, he turned a corner and arrived at a place where the water was calmer.

The river surface here was even wider. There were many reeds growing on both sides of the river. In the past, there were many wild ducks and water birds. At this moment however, it was so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard.

A run-down boat was stuck in the reeds. A cold aura filled the air, giving Song Shi goosebumps.

Seeing that many of the reeds nearby had collapsed, Song Shi was deep in thought. “Looking at these traces, it should be a large water monster. It doesn’t look like the so-called water ghost.”

“Uh, that’s under the premise that the water ghosts don’t have the strength to break the ship, the water ghosts in this world might be… much more powerful.”

Song Shi’s imagination started to run wild as he slowly approached the water to take a look.

The river water shone black but it did not reflect the moonlight in the sky. It did not even make any movement.

“Why is the water so still?”

Song Shi found it strange. At this moment, a gust of wind blew into his neck from behind, making him shiver.

Drip-drop.

The faint sound of water dripping appeared behind him.

His scalp went numb and he could clearly feel someone behind him. Before he could turn around, a hand pushed him hard.

This hand was so strong that Song Shi could not stop it at all.

Thump!

Song Shi fell head first into the water and stopped moving in the blink of an eye.

Blood flowed from under the water and quickly disappeared.

The black snake shadow swayed twice in the water, as if it was curious why the food it had just hunted suddenly disappeared.

A burly figure uncannily appeared where Song Shi was originally standing.

His body was dripping with water, and his hands and nails were white, as if he had just crawled out of the water.

Raised his head slightly. Under the faint moonlight, a fierce and especially pale face was revealed.

If Song Shi had turned around earlier, he would have recognized this person.

“You have been killed by a ghost. Yang energy +5!”

“You have absorbed power from death and obtained 3 Freedom Attribute Points!”

“You will be resurrected in three seconds!”

“A resurrection point has been set. You will be resurrected at the resurrection point!”

“Ding… congratulations on being killed by a new target. You meet the motivation conditions. The lottery subsystem has been activated. If you kill the target within the specified time, you will be rewarded with one chance to draw the lottery.”

After the system notification disappeared, a 30-day countdown appeared.

At the same time, in the northwest courtyard of the Song family manor, a person appeared out of thin air from under the bed.

“What happened? Who pushed me from behind? Do you have any social morals?!”

Song Shi cursed under his breath and crawled out from under the bed with a dumbfounded expression.

He subconsciously touched his throat. “Something killed me, so I couldn’t even struggle after falling into the water. I felt cold all over and lost consciousness in the blink of an eye.”

He could not help but feel fear. Although he was not afraid of death because of the system, he was still afraid of this unknown thing.

“I don’t care what you are. I’ll go and die a few more times. I don’t believe that I can’t figure it out.”

Song Shi clenched his fists. His body was filled with strength. Not only had he recovered to his peak state, but the energy in his body was also much more abundant. His Yang energy had reached 21 points.

“Why did the Yang energy and attribute points I obtained increase this time? Also, what’s going on with this lottery subsystem?”

Only then did Song Shi notice the reward given by the system. While he was puzzled, the system immediately replied to his doubts with the relevant information.

It turned out that after he died a certain number of times, such as ten times, the reward would increase by a certain extent. In addition, his own strength and the strength of the person who killed him would also affect the amount of reward given.

Simply put, the more he accumulated and died, the stronger he would be. In particular, the stronger the thing that killed him, the more rewards he would receive.

Three factors together influence the reward, of which strength is the main factor.

This made sense. Previously, he had thought of how to continuously become stronger as the initial rewards would have become more and more insufficient. Now, there was no problem.

As for the Lottery subsystem, the system had activated a wheel that he could draw for some things.

Song Shi hurriedly opened it and took a look. There were 12 small fan-shaped areas on it, some large and some small. Half of them were question marks, indicating that the lottery target was unknown.

The remaining half was revealed, making him drool.

Connate Pill: Increases the probability of becoming a Connate expert!

Foundation Establishment Pill: A certain success rate when advancing to Foundation Establishment.

Nine Yang Divine Technique: A divine Yang-attribute martial arts cultivation technique that can cultivate the Nine Yang Divine Power!

Connate Pure Yang Art: Top-notch immortal cultivation technique. Achieve Perfect Foundation!

True Yang Chain Mail: Medium-grade Defense-type artifact. It can block a certain amount of damage.

Gentleman Sword: High-grade sword. It has the power to break hair and cut iron like mud!

Among the six items, two of them were related to cultivation. Moreover they were two different cultivation techniques, which captivated him.

If he could obtain it, he could immediately cultivate.

“Ah, there’s no chance at a lucky draw.” f𝚛e𝚎𝙬𝑒𝚋𝚗𝚘ѵ𝐞𝒍. c𝐨𝙢

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Song Shi’s eyes were regretful. The lucky draw could not be exchanged with attribute points. It had to meet certain conditions, such as killing the target that caused his death or perfecting the cultivation technique that met the requirements.

This would also restrict him from crazily courting death for farming rewards to a certain extent, urging him to cultivate seriously.

“It seems like I can’t have the best of both worlds. I have to maintain a certain balance between my attribute points and the lottery chances. Moreover, I can’t be killed by the same thing more than ten times, otherwise I would risk being exposed. The system is motivating me to eliminate this risk through these methods.”

Song Shi was deep in thought. If he were to send himself to his death frequently, someone would notice that something was wrong sooner or later.

“I should court death only if the circumstances allow me to, if it is not suitable to continue courting death, I will destroy the thing that has killed me!”

Song Shi set a rule and looked at the attribute points again.

“I won’t add Stats today. I’ll die a few more times first!”

Song Shi stood up and prepared to make another trip. Suddenly he thought of something and turned around to find a mask in the locker. He then changed into a simple black robe and pushed the door open to leave.

“I should cover my face with a mask so that if someone sees me running to my death, it won’t directly expose my identity.”

Song Shi thought to himself and sneaked out in the dark.

“Seventh Young Master.”

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“Yes.”

Along the way, he met some servants. Song Shi did not say much and quickly left the Song Manor, disappearing into the night.

Fifteen minutes later.

By the side door, Big Smart arrived in a carriage.

He looked worried, worried that something would happen to Song Shi.

If something really happened, even if Song Shi deliberately chased him away, he would still be responsible.

“Old Liu, why are you so listless? Are you tired of playing with women with Seventh Young Master?”

The guard commander at the door, Old Zhao, teased.

“Bullshit. You know I never play with women.”

Big Smart glared and retorted. He grabbed the reins and stopped. “Old Zhao, remember to tell me when Seventh Young Master comes back later.”

“Isn’t Seventh Young Master already back? But he went out again just now. I was wondering why you didn’t follow him.”

Old Zhao was short and strong. He had small eyes and faint dark circles under his eyes. He was in his forties and looked like an honest man.

“He’s back?”

Big Smart shook his head. “How is that possible? Blind Zhao, your eyes must be bad. You saw the wrong person. I drove back after separating from Young Master in the south of the city. How can I be slower than him?”

“Tsk, who’s blind? I’m not the only one who saw it. I think it’s because you went to poop halfway, so you let Seventh Young Master come back first.”

Old Zhao pursed his lips, but these words made Big Smart break out in cold sweat.

Did he see a ghost? How could he, who had been riding fast all the way, come back later than Song Shi?