My Identity Is Becoming More and More Astonishing

"It's just a strange new world."

The noisy chatter of several police officers at the corner of the bungalow made Chen Yu glance in displeasure.

But he didn't pay much attention to it and continued to enthusiastically add wood to the fire under the pot.

As the temperature rose and the "soup" in the pot boiled, he seriously stirred it with a stick to ensure even heating.

To prevent "scorching the bottom."

Soon.

Accompanied by the pleasant "bubbling" sound, a strange smell of stench, sourness, and fishiness spread throughout the area.

Chen Yu became even more excited, rubbing his hands together as he awaited the change in the pot's "title."

"Defying the heavens."

"Major defiance of the heavens!"

"Damn, this woman is really sick..."

A hundred meters from the bungalow, four police officers gathered together, looking towards the firelight inside the bungalow with hearts still pounding, their eyelids twitching wildly.

"It must be shit, not luosifen."

"Ugh..."

"Does she usually eat this?"

"Stop talking." The only female officer, pale as a sheet, repeatedly retched on the ground, "Disgusting. Too disgusting."

"Such a pretty girl, how could this be."

"Looks like a typical case of abduction and coercion of intellectually disabled women, quickly notify the chief..."

The temperature of the firewood, always slow at first, then fast.

Inside the dilapidated bungalow, as the substance in the pot completely "boiled."

The rising title—[Expired Excrement] was completely changed.

It became [A Pot of Filth].

At the same time, four "foreign script" replicable skill slots popped up.

"!"

Chen Yu's spirits sharpened, and he quickly took down the insulating pot to examine it carefully.

In an instant, his face was full of disappointment.

"It's 'shipped,' it's 'shipped.'

But among the four replicable skills, the highest level was merely one "red."

Red represents B-level.

And according to Chen Yu's current judgment of the many supernatural abilities, he clearly knew that the Tanuki foreign tribe's "enlargement" ability could definitely not be less than the A-level gold.

"..."

"Damn."

Annoyed, he scratched his head, stood up, and puffed out his belly, circling the insulating pot with a mournful expression.

Although the "red" skill was not bad, quite valuable.@@novelbin@@

But without understanding the "foreign language," he dared not take the risk.

After all, human and foreign physiology are different.

If he obtained a genetic mutation like "rumination," "oviposition," or "male pouch," how could he face the folks back in Hecheng.

Outside the bungalow.

The gradually dissipating stench allowed the four police officers to cautiously approach.

Under the flickering firelight, upon seeing Chen Yu's expression, they immediately looked at each other in dismay.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Is she dissatisfied with the smell?"

"Can you please stop talking?" The female officer retched again, "You guys always talk about poop and pee."

"But it's you girls who cook the shit."

Female officer: "..."

"Slap!"

Inside the bungalow, Chen Yu angrily slapped his palm, shaking his belly, "I really don't believe it."

"No 'critical hit', no emergence of supernatural ability?"

Bending over, he dumped all the filth from the insulating pot onto the ground, deciding to continue "developing."

First, waiting for the filth to cool.

Meanwhile, using the discarded bricks from the bungalow to build a simple kiln.

Then, getting up and leaving the bungalow, he jogged all the way to Qingcheng City Center. Experience more tales on My Virtual Library Empire

"Quick!"

The officers looked at each other, "Follow up!"

The four carefully followed behind, watching Chen Yu move with agility completely unlike that of a normal "pregnant woman," quickly running to the industrial district of the city, buying clay, cement, sand, and coal briquettes.

Then carrying coal on his left shoulder and sand on his right.

Clay on his head.

Cement hanging on his neck.

With his swollen belly, under the shocked stares of countless onlookers, he returned to the slums at the city's edge.

The four officers were dumbfounded.

"She couldn't have awakened a supernatural ability, could she?"

"What kind of physical strength is this."

"When she wasn't pregnant, could any human really force her..."

Back to the abandoned bungalow.

"Thump, thump," he unloaded all the materials from his body.

Chen Yu, not feeling sore in the waist or back, crouched down to inspect the filth on the ground.

It had completely cooled.

"Let's get to work!"

Eager to start, he rolled up his sleeves, opened the cement, poured out the sand, brought a bucket of water from inside the house, and with an unskilled yet effortless posture, mixed the three "materials" together.

He even urinated in it.

To adjust the color.

"...Did she just pee standing up?" Outside the wall, officer A couldn't believe it.

"Didn't see it clearly." Officer B's pupils shook.

"Something seems off." Officer C swallowed his saliva.

"It must be us seeing it wrong." Officer D was sweating profusely.

Inside the wall.

After mixing the cement, Chen Yu directly grabbed a handful and applied it to the temporarily constructed brick kiln.

It took twenty minutes to block all the gaps.

Then he tore open the clay and manually mixed it with the "filth" on the ground.

In a moment, the originally "pure white" clay was tinted with strange colors.

Dirty?

What is dirty?

Laborers gain through "labor"; what's dirty about that?

Chen Yu held his breath, getting more and more vigorous as he mixed.

As a cook mixes dough.

As a tycoon makes deals.

He mixed with shit.

Everyone has a bright future...

"Slap!"

Having thoroughly mixed the clay and filth, Chen Yu contentedly slapped the "mixture," then began placing coal briquettes into the brick kiln.

After finishing all this, he turned to glance at the police officers, pondered for a moment, found a piece of wood, and used it to "shield" himself from behind.

Only then did he confidently breathe out flames, igniting the coal briquettes.

Then, using his "gravity" supernatural ability, he controlled the mixture on the ground to enter the brick kiln.