My Extraordinary Achievements

Chapter 312 - Being Pitiful

Chapter 312: Being Pitiful

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Meng Fan tried to remember when the task was triggered. It was definitely when he started doing throwdowns. It’s just that he wasn’t sure how many people he’d thrown down by then.

The first one? Or the tenth?

If it was the tenth, did the number of people include Lao Hei and other people he’d defeated?

If it was the first person, then why didn’t Lao Hei and others trigger the task?

Even if the system was impulsive, Meng Fan didn’t think it’d be this willful for trigger conditions.

Unless… The title of [Thousand-People Slayer] could only be triggered in Japan?

Meng Fan actually thought this was the most likely explanation. After all, if the system had seen movies like “Dangal,” it’d also seen movies like “The Beheaded 1000.”

Maybe this was the only explanation for rewards like “Breeding Power,” otherwise, why would defeating fighters have anything to do with “Breeding Power?”

He was really impressed by the system!

As for Killing Power, Meng Fan thought of the hijackers at the airport, their energy was probably Killing Power.

Having Killing Power… is this really a good thing?

Then, he thought of the way other fighters watched him as they left the Tokyo Dome. Maybe it was because of how fiercely he fought — he did topple over forty people — or maybe it was his newly-added Killing Power.

Killing Power sounded cool, but it wasn’t a characteristic Meng Fan wanted.

If the Killing Power was controllable or contained, Meng Fan wouldn’t mind it. But if not, Meng Fan didn’t want to complete this task, nor did he want to do what this task required.

In order to defeat all those fighters, would he need another group fight? Or do one-on-one fights?

Meng Fan didn’t want to do that.

However, the “Breeding Power” attribute for this task did sound appealing!

This attribute had appeared before, inside the [Open for All] task. That task asked for some shameless requirements and had a “Bad Luck” attribute that Meng Fan didn’t dare to complete even now, especially after he experienced the magical effect of Good Luck +1.

Meng Fan had no points to exchange for the new “Killing Power” attribute because of its uniqueness. Frankly, he couldn’t afford to exchange it even if he wanted to. He only had around 700 points, so, other than cheap items like sports drinks or energy gels, he couldn’t get anything, much less an attribute which needed at least 1,000 points.

Chirp.

The phone next to him made a noise. It was Wu Tong, and it was a video call.

“This isn’t good, I’m in the tub!”

Meng Fan mumbled as he picked up the phone and connected. He cracked a smile.

Wu Tong only saw Meng Fan’s head. She asked, “Where are you?”

Meng Fan didn’t know how to answer or how to keep talking. He moved the screen down, and his voice came through, “I’m taking a bath.”

“…”

Wu Tong instantly half-closed her eyes and complained, “Move the phone up!”

Meng Fan stared at the screen. Were her eyes trying to focus? He chuckled but didn’t want to overdo it. He moved the screen toward his face.

“Are you okay?”

Wu Tong has obviously heard of what happened from Wu Ji. She sounded worried. “Wu Ji said you were hit. Your hands got hurt, and your mouth is bleeding!”

Meng Fan nodded. He then put his wounded and bandaged hand into the shot while trying to sound nonchalant. “It’s okay. My mouth was bleeding after I got kicked in the chin. It’s probably my gum bleeding. A couple of my teeth feel loose too. It’s okay, though. My hands are broken, and you can see the open wounds, but I can still draw.”

“Hey, it’s not because I wasn’t listening to you. You said I always get into fights. But I didn’t want to fight today. I didn’t even get mad when I got kicked by a Korean. But when I saw someone attacking Seventh Bro, who was exhausted, I had to help. I didn’t think of anything else. Even if you yell at me for fighting, don’t worry about Seventh Bro getting hurt.”

“Pfft!”

Wu Tong had to scoff at Meng Fan. Seeing Meng Fan’s bandaged hand, and after hearing about the event from Wu Ji, she was worried and touched. Her tone became gentler. “Does it still hurt?”

“My hands don’t hurt that much, just a little shaky.” Meng Fan replied. “My body hurts, though; I was hit a lot. I saw the wounds in the mirror. They were all red marks; not sure when they’ll go away.”

Wu Tong sounded concerned. “What? Is it serious? Why don’t you go see a doctor? Where are the wounds? Let me see them.”

“A bunch of places.”

As he spoke, Meng Fan stood up.

His body came out of the water.

“Argh!”

Wu Tong realized the problem and almost yelled. She closed her eyes completely and said, “Don’t stand up! Sit down! Sit down!”

Meng Fan laughed. “Don’t be silly. Take a look.”

Wu Tong gingerly opened her eyes and only saw Meng Fan’s face on the screen. She chuckled. Fine. He was standing up, but he didn’t move the phone down, so she couldn’t see anything.

Meng Fan laughed. “Why? Are you afraid of seeing something?”

Wu Tong scoffed again and said. “Don’t be crazy. Let me see your wounds.”

She was still worried about Meng Fan.

Meng Fan stopped teasing her. He was worried about her worrying. He sat back down in the water. “I was being cute. It’s just a few footlong-sized red marks. I’ll be okay after I soak a little. Seventh Bro’s doctor checked me out. If it was serious, I’d be already at the hospital. I don’t want to die. I want to see you again!”

“Hrmpf.”

Wu Tong made a lot of noises before staring at Meng Fan. “Don’t be cute again!”

Seeing Meng Fan close his mouth, she said apologetically in a soft tone. “It’s all my fault this time. If I didn’t ask you to find Seventh Bro…”

“It’s a good thing you did. If something happened to Seventh Bro, you’d be so devastated. And I would be, too!”

“…Oh! When are you coming back?”

“I’m making reservations now and leaving tomorrow. I have to get on the first flight out, ’cause if the wounds disappeared, who can I be pitiful with? I’m trying to get someone to give me a massage!”

“Pfft!”

After Wu Tong huffed, she said rather daringly. “Don’t rush; as long as you come back safely. If you were still swollen, I’d help you… If not, I’d make you swollen.”