After consuming 2000cc of blood, Chen Shang merely managed to rid himself of his weakened state. For a normal person, losing that much blood would mean they'd be playing funeral music by now.
Once he began drinking, Chen Shang found himself unable to stop until his body was no longer weak. It was as if his body was controlling him, refusing to allow him to stop prematurely.
Chen Shang carefully stored the remaining blood bags in his player inventory and shredded the empty ones, flushing the remnants down the drain.
Meanwhile, Qijie, after leaving Chen Shang's room, pulled out her phone and made a call.
"Check on something for me—track Chen Shang's movements over the past month and send me a report. Oh, and look into any drug dealers he's been in contact with lately. When you find them, get rid of them."
After hanging up, Qijie sighed deeply.
"What a waste of a fine body..."
Stashing her phone away, she left the hotel, where a car was waiting by the curb. The two underlings immediately got out, one opening the door for her as she approached.
"Seventh Brother, where to now?" the driver asked as she settled in.
"Head to Old Five's place. I heard there's been some trouble there lately—someone's stirring things up. Let's go see what's happening."
The underling nodded, stepped on the gas, and the car sped off.
Back in his room, after securing the blood bags in his inventory, Chen Shang opened his Skill Enhancement panel. The progress bar for upgrading his bloodline card had finally budged—barely a fraction of one percent.
"Hmm, it seems human blood doesn't contain much power at all."
He casually pulled a coin from his wallet, applied a little pressure, and the coin began to bend and warp in his fingers. He continued until it was reduced to an irregular metal ball in his palm.
"The strength boost is obvious, and my reflexes and agility have also increased several times over. So, this is the power of a blood clan?"
After testing his physical capabilities, Chen Shang turned his gaze toward the curtains. Pulling them back slightly, a beam of sunlight immediately streamed into the room. He tentatively extended his hand into the light.
At first, his skin merely reddened, like it had been scalded by hot water. Normally, this kind of exposure would come with significant pain, but Chen Shang's muted sense of pain made the sensation dull and distant.
Once he was sure the sunlight wouldn't cause any severe damage, he opened the curtains fully, stepping completely into the sunlight.
The pain finally reached his nerves.
"It seems the 70% immunity really does reduce the damage significantly. It's manageable."
Chen Shang let out a breath of relief. If the sunlight had been deadly, every future livestream would have become an instant hard mode.
But even under the sun's rays, Chen Shang could feel his body slipping back into that familiar state of weakness, as if the absence of blood was draining him.
"In hindsight, my inability to feel much pain is a bit of a blessing," Chen Shang mused.
For an ordinary person, this level of pain would feel like they were being boiled alive. But for him, it was merely an uncomfortable sensation, far from debilitating.
Pulling the curtains closed once more, Chen Shang felt his strength slowly returning. After about a minute, he was back to full power.
"The recovery rate is impressive. With abilities like this, I'm almost tempted to jump into another horror livestream right away."
Chen Shang wasn't exaggerating—his lack of fear had turned the adrenaline rush of the livestream into an addictive experience. He truly was a madman in this regard.
However, after weighing his options, Chen Shang decided not to immediately dive into the next round. Instead, he planned to make some preparations.
As for what those preparations entailed, Chen Shang had some ideas—standard survival gear like military knives, fire starters, compasses, paracord, tactical gloves, a G8 combat suit, and tactical boots. These were practical, high-utility tools he could easily purchase online.
Of course, that list didn't include food, water, lighting, medical supplies, or a backpack.
For Chen Shang, food and water were irrelevant—blood was all he needed now. His enhanced night vision also meant that, if anything, he could see more clearly in the dark than in daylight. Medical supplies were equally unnecessary—his regeneration was far superior to any mundane treatment.
And as for a backpack? He had the Player Inventory, a spatial storage far more advanced than any regular hiking bag.
The only thing he had to be mindful of was weight and size. After storing the blood bags in the Player Inventory, he could clearly feel himself becoming heavier. Through some testing, Chen Shang deduced that the inventory's weight burden was determined by a combination of both mass and volume, with each factor contributing roughly equally.
Thus, when using the Player Inventory, he needed to avoid storing objects that were either too heavy or too large, as both would increase the burden on him. Too much of either, and he might find himself unable to move at all.
Once the online orders were placed, there was nothing left to do but wait. The supplies would take anywhere from a few days to a week to arrive at the black market hotel he was staying in.
In the meantime, during the day, Chen Shang practiced adjusting to his newfound strength in his personal space. At night, he wandered the city streets, hunting for fresh blood.
Though he had plenty of blood bags stored away, Chen Shang could distinctly feel that the blood taken from human bodies was far more enticing than the pre-packaged kind.
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