He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 3 Advanced Class: Lucky Thief

"What is it?"

Wang the Cripple was in a complete panic, cried out in alarm, and scrambled backward to hide.

The thing lunged straight at Qin Chuan's face, a foul stench assaulting his nostrils, its two beady eyes gleaming with an eerie green light.

Qin Chuan didn't have time to look closely; his body reacted faster than his brain.

He suddenly turned to the side, grabbed a fist-sized rock from the side, and swung it around, smashing it down.

"Bang!"

The blow landed squarely on the beast's head.

The grayish-yellow figure flew backward, crashing into the grass a few feet away, rolling twice before coming to a stop.

Qin Chuan, panting heavily, gripped the stone tightly and stared intently at the shadow.

Wang the Cripple shakily got up from the ground, sidled up to Qin Chuan, and whispered, "What is that thing?"

Qin Chuan didn't answer and walked over directly.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a weasel with a few tufts of white hair on its head!

The white hair was strangely shaped, growing right in the middle of the forehead, about the size of a fist, exuding an indescribable evil aura.

Moreover, this weasel was several sizes larger than the ones Qin Chuan had seen before, about the thickness of a human thigh.

Seeing this, Wang the Cripple couldn't help but exclaim, "What a huge weasel!"

Although the weasel was large, it couldn't withstand the blow from Qin Chuan's stone on its head.

Its four legs twitched incessantly, and its claws dug several shallow marks on the ground.

After shaking for a while, it became completely still, clearly having been crushed to death by the stone.

at the same time,

Several messages suddenly appeared on Qin Chuan's screen.

Kill the weasel.

[Host's current occupation detected: Beggar]

[Career Advancement Activation]

[Advanced Class Unlocked: Transport Thief]

[Entry requirements for the Smuggler: Beggar class at max level]

Current job level: Beggar LV5 (Max)

[Career advancement requirements met]

[Could the beggar evolve into a thieving monster?]

Qin Chuan's pupils constricted sharply as he looked at the series of information on the panel.

Career advancement?

Smuggler?

Qin Chuan originally thought that after reaching the maximum level of the beggar profession, he would unlock something that sounded more respectable, such as "Eight-Bag Disciple" or "Beggar Clan Leader," but instead, "The Treasure Thief Demon" popped up.

This title, well, it doesn't sound like it belongs to a good person.

But then I thought, why would a lowly beggar like him care about his reputation?

Can fame feed you?

Will his reputation allow him to survive in this cannibalistic world?

Qin Chuan didn't think for long before confirming.

The light on the panel suddenly exploded, flashing a golden light.

The light lasted for several breaths before gradually fading, replaced by lines of brand-new text.

[Career advancement successful!]

[Current Occupation: Lucky Thief LV1 (0/500)]

[Job Description: Not a practitioner of martial arts or magical powers. Capable of stealing the essence of heaven and earth, and seizing opportunities from all things. Can steal the fate, blessings, and fortune of others for their own use.]

[Unlocked Job Skills:]

【Demand for Fortune (Active): Can be used on a specific target. If successful, it steals a wisp of the target's fortune for one's own use; if unsuccessful, one suffers a backlash from the stolen fortune.】

[Qi Luck Perception (Passive): Can vaguely sense the strength of the Qi Luck of surrounding beings]

Looking at the job descriptions on the panel, Qin Chuan seemed to be deep in thought.

Perhaps it was because a weasel was killed.

The advanced profession "Demon Thief" bears a strong resemblance to the story of "The Weasel Seeking an Official Title" in his memory.

The story of the yellow-skinned man seeking official recognition is quite simple.

It is said that when a weasel, or yellow weasel, has cultivated itself for a certain number of years, it will seek out someone and ask, "Do I look more like a god or a human?"

If it answers like a god, it will attain a divine position and its spiritual power will greatly increase;

If it answers in a human-like manner, it will be reborn as a human, and its spiritual practice will be twice as effective.

But if the answer is wrong, then the weasel's decades of cultivation will be wasted, and everything will have to start all over again.

In summary,

The weasel borrows people's luck to cultivate itself; it uses its professional skills to steal other people's luck for its own use.

The profession of "smuggler" is probably just a weasel in human skin.

But how do you use this "Demand for a Title" skill?

Qin Chuan stared at the skills on the panel, pondering to himself.

Does this mean I'll have to ask people questions like that weasel spirit that's become a demon?

Do I look like a human or a god to you?

He shook his head, sensing something was amiss.

That's the way of beasts. How can a living person learn that?

Besides, he's a beggar in tattered clothes. If he suddenly stops someone and asks such questions, he'd be beaten to death as if he were crazy.

This "seeking a title" skill must be more complex than it seems; there must be a set of rules and methods behind it, but he hasn't figured it out yet.

He never dwells on things he can't understand; he'll explore them slowly in the future.

He then looked at the second skill.

Perception of Qi (vital energy).

It's a passive skill; he doesn't need to actively activate it to vaguely sense the strength of the aura of the surrounding beings.

This skill is very practical; it can be used anytime, anywhere, and is always there, essentially giving him an extra pair of eyes.

Qin Chuan turned around and stared at Wang the Cripple for a while, but he couldn't see anything or sense anything like luck.

Seeing this, Wang the Cripple touched his face in confusion and asked, "Is there something on my face?"

Qin Chuan shook his head and looked away: "Nothing?"

Perhaps it's because Wang the Cripple, being a beggar, has too little luck to sense it?

Therefore, it seems that there must be certain conditions for this passive skill to be triggered.

Wang the Cripple didn't press further, but instead shifted his gaze to the dead white-furred weasel: "What are you planning to do with such a big weasel?"

Qin Chuan followed his gaze and looked over. Although the fur of this weasel was not the best, it was so big and had some rare white fur. If he took it to a fur shop, he might be able to sell it for some money.

Meat is edible, even though it's a bit fishy and smelly. But as a beggar, I'm not picky; a stew can always fill my stomach.

Qin Chuan picked up the weasel by the tail, weighed it in his hand, and turned to Wang the Cripple, saying, "Go back and find something to skin this thing, then we'll split the meat."

Upon hearing that there was meat to eat, Wang the Cripple's eyes lit up like two lamps, and he muttered, "Alright, alright, I'm good at skinning. I even learned leatherworking from someone for a few days before."

Qin Chuan turned back to the large pit, where the spot where the white-haired, yellow-skinned creature had been hiding after the collapse was now partially exposed.

At first glance, it was filled with various fragmented skulls, which looked rather eerie.

Upon seeing this, Qin Chuan also frowned.

He had seen weasels bite chickens and raid bird nests before, but he had never seen a weasel pile up bones like this.

What's the point of a beast going to all this trouble to collect all this stuff?

Unless it's not an animal.

This thing might have already developed some intelligence and become a spirit.

Wang the Cripple also came over, craned his neck to look into the pit, and his face immediately changed. He took two steps back, his voice trembling, "Is this weasel a spirit? Gathering so many bones, what is it going to do?"

"Whatever, this thing is already dead anyway." Qin Chuan shook his head. "Let's fill it with soil."