Super Fusion

Chapter 3: There's a Thief

"Thud!"

In extreme tension and horror, Xu Yu suddenly let go, throwing the fried dough stick to the ground. He then retreated hastily, and almost simultaneously, all the strange sensations vanished as the dough stick left his hand.

After taking a step or two back, Xu Yu collapsed onto the bed with a thud.

But his gaze never left the fried dough stick. He stared at it for a long time, his face pale, but after nothing more happened, Xu Yu finally took a deep breath and gradually calmed down.

A talking fried dough stick—he would never have believed that before. For a moment, he even wondered if he was hallucinating.

After a moment of silence, Xu Yu mustered his courage and reached for another fried dough stick on the bedside table.

Just as his fingers touched the second fried dough stick, that eerie thought resurfaced clearly in his mind, startling him so much that he quickly withdrew his right hand and stared intently at the fried dough stick, frozen in place.

Really? The fried dough stick could actually talk?

No!

It wasn't the fried dough stick that was talking. If it were, then why didn't the person who fried these foods, or the hotel staff who bought them for him, act strangely?

This could only mean that the problem lay with him.

Even though he was still extremely terrified, Xu Yu gradually regained some of his thinking ability. After rationally reaching this conclusion, Xu Yu's expression changed drastically again.

"I was fine yesterday, how could this suddenly happen? Could it be that I drank too much yesterday and haven't sobered up yet?" A thought flashed through his mind, and Xu Yu was extremely puzzled. Could this all be a hallucination?

Then, he gradually came up with an idea. To determine if it was a hallucination, it was actually quite simple; he just needed to merge with that thought, and perhaps he could figure it out.

After all, the fried dough stick gave him the feeling that it would disappear into thin air if he chose to merge with it. He really didn't believe that this could actually happen.

Suspicious and distrustful, Xu Yu took a deep breath, grabbed a fried dough stick, and then, when the thought arose again, directly chose to merge.

A moment later, Xu Yu suddenly felt his hand go empty. But that wasn't the key point. What made his scalp tingle again was that the fried dough stick had actually vanished into thin air right under his watchful eyes!

This bizarre situation made his eyes widen and his body stiffen. But almost simultaneously, he suddenly realized that his thoughts had been connected to a strange place.

It was as if a space about one meter in diameter had suddenly appeared in his mind. This space was as clean and clear as ordinary air, but in one corner of it, the fried dough stick was quietly suspended.

Just as he was becoming increasingly surprised, Xu Yu suddenly realized that his previously decent mental state had turned into one of exhaustion and fatigue. If he had to describe it in one word, it would be "tired!"

It wasn't just mental exhaustion; he also felt as if his body had lost a lot of strength.

"Why am I suddenly so tired?" Despite the exhaustion, Xu Yu remained clear-headed, quickly processing everything that had happened.

He watched as a strange light suddenly shone in the space that had suddenly appeared in his mind, surging towards the fried dough stick.

In the blink of an eye, the fried dough stick was completely buried. The next moment, when everything returned to normal, the fried dough stick was gone, leaving only a small wisp of clear , vibrant gas. Yes, although the space itself was composed of air, this newly appeared gas possessed an indescribable, vibrant quality. Compared to the ordinary air before, it was like comparing water to a crystal-clear gemstone—the two were fundamentally different things.

"Merged first-class spiritual energy, 1, use?"

Exhausted, a thought suddenly flashed through Xu Yu's mind once more, causing him to freeze again.

It wasn't a hallucination!

All of this was real. Food could talk, could disappear into thin air, and, inexplicably, he could sense and see a strange floating space. And what about spiritual energy?

The changes within just a few minutes completely overturned all of Xu Yu's previous understanding.

But he had no idea whether this change was good or bad. He could only sit blankly on the edge of the bed, stunned. In his daze, the thought resurfaced, reminding him that the use of first-class spiritual energy could be integrated into almost everything, including himself.

After a long, stunned silence, Xu Yu suddenly snapped back to reality, a nonchalant smile appearing on his lips. He was now almost at his wit's end; what could be worse than this?

Thinking about all this, Xu Yu gradually relaxed. He suddenly stood up, grabbed another fried dough stick, and although the thought resurfaced again, Xu Yu didn't follow it. He just frowned slightly, pretended not to hear it, and ate it.

He quickly finished the fried dough sticks, and after eating, he felt a slight recovery from his previous weakness and fatigue.

"Energy? What exactly is energy?"

Although he was somewhat indifferent to the change, Xu Yu was still curious about what energy meant in that thought. Just as he was wondering, the thought within him resurfaced, explaining the meaning of energy more clearly: it was a person's physical strength and mental state.

At the same time, the thought more clearly told Xu Yu that he originally had 3 energy points, but now his energy value was 2. Energy could be restored through rest, that is, sleep.

"Strange, what's going on?" He had only asked a casual question, yet received such a clear answer, which surprised him again. However, he then shook his head slightly and stopped thinking about it.

Whether the change was good or bad, his resolve remained unchanged.

Though somewhat exhausted, Xu Yu checked out of his room and headed towards Ningcheng Central Bus Station. On the way, he pondered for a moment, then bought a cell phone at a shopping mall near the station. He'd been too impulsive yesterday; a cell phone was practically indispensable.

Slightly annoyed, Xu Yu continued walking towards the station.

Although it was late September and the sun was still scorching, the streets were still bustling with people. Ningcheng, while not the capital of Huaijiang Province, had been the capital of several dynasties and boasted many beautiful landscapes. Coupled with convenient water and land transportation, it was quite prosperous and thriving.

In terms of scale and economy, it was no less than the capital of Huaijiang Province.

As he slowly walked with the crowd, Xu Yu suddenly paused, a strange glint in his eyes as he looked ahead.

A few meters ahead, a young man dressed in a gray short-sleeved shirt, looking quite ordinary, extended a slender, white left hand, took a slight step, and placed it on the left shoulder of another woman walking with her head down.

There, however, was an orange shoulder bag.

"Thief!" The thought immediately flashed through Xu Yu's mind upon seeing this. Then, he watched as a slender left hand, with incredible dexterity, like a butterfly in flight, swiftly and deftly unzipped the bag, reaching inside to pull out a delicate wallet.

All of this happened in a mere few seconds—from the young man reaching out, unzipping, to pulling out the wallet, and withdrawing his hand—no more than three breaths. The entire process was fluid and graceful, a sight to behold.

Xu Yu's eyes widened in astonishment. This was the first time he had witnessed a theft so smoothly, as if the young man wasn't stealing, but rather creating an art form.

For a moment, he was stunned, but then, a strange tremor ran through the depths of his mind.

"Should we merge?"

A familiar thought suddenly flashed through his mind amidst this tremor.

The sudden thought startled Xu Yu, pulling him from the thief's near-perfect, skillful technique. He initially intended to choose "no," as he was still largely unaware of the strange, suddenly appearing ability, let alone how to integrate it or what it could integrate. However, as thoughts raced, he inexplicably chose "yes.

" "Begin integration!"

No sooner had Xu Yu chosen "yes" than the thought resurfaced. He then felt the spiritual energy hidden in a corner of the clearly visible, eerie space in his mind vanish in an instant, while his head suddenly felt a warm sensation.

This warmth, like a blast of fire, swept across every inch of his skin, and a strange tingling and pain began to creep through his body.

At the same time, the entire process of the young man's theft, which he had been completely focused on, began to replay in his mind like a rewind, as if it were a memory of his soul, trying to be imprinted deep into his bones.

Along with this wave of images, Xu Yu suddenly discovered that all the remaining memories and images related to thieves in his mind were inexplicably brought up. Most of these memories were clips from movies he had seen before, which now spun rapidly like short films, flooding his brain and limbs.

"Crackling sounds"—a barely perceptible crackling of bones—and in just a dozen seconds, everything completely disappeared.

When Xu Yu awoke from that strange state, his left hand inexplicably twitched. He didn't even know when a SIM card had appeared in his left palm.

"Hiss~"

The smooth card suddenly spun beautifully between Xu Yu's fingers, then, like a fleeting moment, it swiftly retracted into his palm and disappeared. But the next moment, a sharp corner of the card clearly emerged.

This sharp corner, like a fairy dancing under the moonlight, appeared and disappeared between Xu Yu's fingers. Although each movement still carried obvious stiffness, with each flip, that stiffness gradually became agile and fluid at an imperceptible speed. But when Xu Yu saw all this, he was completely dumbfounded.