Falsely Accused, I Started Plundering Monster Traits

For the next few minutes, neither of them said much. Claire drove while Lin Yan leaned back in the passenger seat, watching the morning traffic pass outside the window.

By now, the station was probably crawling with federal personnel, working through the scene and pulling whatever they could from the surviving cameras.

In the end, Lin Yan had left the recordings untouched.

After thinking it through, there simply wasn’t much point in destroying them. The station was already full of evidence—goblin corpses, blood, broken doors, impact marks, damaged equipment, and fourteen surviving witnesses.

If he genuinely wanted to bury what had happened, those fourteen couldn’t be left alive either. Even then, with that much physical evidence left behind, Lin Yan seriously doubted the Federation would fail to reconstruct most of the night.

He couldn’t erase everything, and there wasn’t enough to gain from trying.

More importantly, there was a world of difference between the man who saved fourteen people and the man who killed them afterward to protect a secret. One was someone the Federation wanted to work with. The other was a threat.

Lin Yan had no interest in finding out how they dealt with threats like him.

He glanced toward the driver’s seat. Claire really was absurdly easy on the eyes; morning light fell across the side of her face as she drove, and the short brown hair only emphasized how young she looked.

He watched for a few seconds before turning back toward the window.

Of course, appreciating beauty and being manipulated by beauty were two completely different things. Lin Yan was a righteous gentleman, a man of principle, a man whose moral character could withstand even the most vicious forms of federal temptation.

He found the last hash brown in the bag and took a bite.

Still, whoever had chosen his liaison deserved a promotion.

When the car finally stopped outside his apartment building, Claire followed him upstairs and produced a key to the apartment directly beside his.

Lin Yan stared at the key.

Then at her.

"Why bother with next door? You could just move in with me."

Claire froze.

Color slowly rose into her cheeks.

"Really...?"

Her voice had suddenly gone so soft that Lin Yan felt something in his chest miss a beat.

Lin Yan stared at her.

...Fuck.

For one brief second, he almost took his own joke seriously.

Then he remembered who she worked for.

Claire looked back at him with slightly widened eyes, her cheeks still pink.

"I was kidding."

She lowered her eyes.

"Oh..."

A brief pause followed.

"Okay."

There was just enough disappointment in her voice to make Lin Yan look at her again.

That was worse.

He opened his door.

"Good night."

Lin Yan stepped inside and shut the door.

The lock clicked.

He paused.

It’s eight in the fucking morning.

There was no chance he was opening the door again to correct himself.

He went straight to the shower.

He didn’t bother checking for cameras or microphones first. After seeing how much the Federation had dug up overnight, Lin Yan had no illusions about how much privacy he still had. Besides, the things he actually needed to keep secret weren’t lying around for a camera to find.

Twenty minutes later, Lin Yan came out in a pair of shorts, dried his hair and dropped onto the bed. His hand reached for his phone almost by habit, and a few seconds later he was already scrolling through videos.

A hospital livestream passed across the screen.

Lin Yan’s thumb stopped.

He scrolled back.

The woman looked familiar, though he couldn’t immediately place her. She was propped up against the hospital pillows with an IV in one arm, pale but otherwise surprisingly energetic, while more than a million people watched her recount what had happened inside the convergence.

Lin Yan tapped into the stream.

"...went straight through here."

She pulled the blanket aside and lifted the edge of her hospital gown, showing the thick dressing around the left side of her abdomen.

"The doctors said I got insanely lucky. Missed the kidney, missed the major blood vessels. A few centimeters either way and I probably wouldn’t be talking to you right now."

Lin Yan looked at the bandage.

Then back at her face.

It clicked.

Wait. She was the missing survivor?

He stared for another second.

Holy shit. It really is her.

Considering where that spear had gone through, the woman had no business looking this lively the next morning.

Then Lin Yan noticed the name above the stream.

@SpearWentThroughMe

He snorted.

Still livestreaming from a hospital bed after getting run through by a goblin took commitment.

That, at least, he could respect.

He tapped Follow.

A moment later, Lin Yan remembered what he’d actually meant to do.

"...Right."

He tossed the phone aside and called up the public settlement interface. Before opening the store, he checked the temporary storage attached to it.

It wasn’t a real inventory. Ordinary objects couldn’t be stored inside. Only items issued by the public system—settlement rewards and purchases from the Earth Store—could enter it, though those items could be withdrawn and returned freely until the next convergence began.

Lin Yan had to admit that was surprisingly considerate. Some rewards were weapons, armor or other things far too inconvenient to carry around all day.

His own storage currently held exactly one item.

[F-Grade Rule Artifact: The Real Man’s Revolver]

The silver-and-black revolver had never needed to appear during the federal interview, which was precisely how Lin Yan preferred it.

Gorak’s hammer was another matter. He had turned the eighty-kilogram weapon over to the Federal Security Directorate for study. In exchange, the Federation had granted him authorization to purchase certain restricted weapons, protective equipment and other gear unavailable through ordinary civilian channels.

Lin Yan considered that an excellent trade. The hammer had been useful, but to him it was ultimately an eighty-kilogram lump of foreign iron. The Federation could study it and return it when they were done. If they discovered something valuable in the process, good for them—Lin Yan didn’t have the equipment or expertise to discover it himself anyway.

That took care of both weapons.

Lin Yan switched to the store tab.

[Earth Store]

[Contribution Points: 9,500]

Lin Yan looked at the number, and a little excitement finally crept back into him.

Nine thousand five hundred points.

Now came the part he’d been looking forward to.

Shopping time.

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