Luke was stunned for a moment by this notification, but he didn’t stop moving.
In any case, he knew Johnny’s identity, and this guy had openly broken out of the Dallas police department.
If he really wanted to get close to this new Ghost Rider, he still had to wait for him to first deal with the various secret agencies who wanted to detain him.
Help him? Sorry, they weren’t that close, and Ghost Rider wasn’t worth his help.
There was no need for him to get involved in such huge trouble. He simply slipped away.
After running for a while, he took out a small plane and took off for Dallas.
He finally remembered the system notification.
After some thought, he decided to “modify his inventory.”
Points were precious, but he earned them to spend them.
As long as he could stay alive and increase his strength, the right choice was to spend points on fighting top-tier bosses, purchasing abilities, or boosting his inventory.
It was just like how ordinary people made money. As long as they didn’t spend it on vices, there was no difference in spending it on food, clothes and the house.
Keep Blackheart’s body as a trophy? Sorry, there was no need to keep a trophy that could be exchanged for huge benefits.
Besides, there had been no other notifications about his inventory apart from spending credit points to enlarge it.
This option to “modify the inventory” might be far more valuable than 20,000 credit points.
20,000 credit points was nothing. Hadn’t old Mephisto just “sponsored” him 20,000?
Luke clicked on the “modify” option.
With a thought, Blackheart’s body in his inventory instantly disappeared.
System: The bundle of evil thoughts has been claimed. The inventory is being modified.
Then, Luke was kicked out, and he could no longer sense anything that was happening in his inventory.
Luke was lost for words. It was just a modification. Was there a need to be so mysterious? …Wait! He couldn’t access it with his mental strength?
Luke suddenly realized a small problem.
Putting items away in his inventory required his mental strength, but he didn’t know exactly how it worked.
Now that he couldn’t access the inventory with his mental strength, did that mean that he couldn’t put anything in it?
With this dilemma, the small plane landed in a remote wasteland on the outskirts of Dallas twenty minutes later.
Throwing his new Big Dipper Armor into the plane, Luke could only eat his lollipop in the wasteland and wait for his inventory to recover.
There was a lot of equipment on the plane that couldn’t be exposed. Some parts were made with illegal materials, and the technology involved far surpassed that of ordinary small planes.
He didn’t want this thing to fall into the hands of certain departments.
Luke reflected on his impulsive behavior.
He should’ve waited until he was back in Los Angeles before doing anything. It wasn’t good to be too hasty.
Since he couldn’t use his inventory, he couldn’t even make a pot of coffee and eat his donuts to pass the time. The only things he had were two chocolate lollipops which he had casually put in his pocket.
Things had come to this point, but he was no longer flustered.
There were a lot of people in America who had small planes, and this was the outskirts of Texas.
If modifying the inventory took too long, he would wait until just before daybreak at the very latest to hide the plane for the time being and wait in the city.
He didn’t waste his time, and decisively studied the team module that had just been activated.
He had only taken a cursory look at it before, and it seemed a little complicated. He hadn’t finished dealing with Blackheart and his group then, so he had let it go for the time being.
Now, the dust had settled, and he had the time to look at it.
After a long period of harassment, the system was finally no longer as lazy as at the beginning. This time, the team module appeared right away on the interface.
There were three panels side by side, which were labeled teammates, neutrals, and enemies respectively, and had a detailed list of names.
There were “relatively” few names in the teammates panel and a long stretch under the neutrals. As for enemies… there were “slightly” more names compared with his teammates.
Luke smiled dryly and rolled the lollipop in his mouth. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Everybody has enemies these days.”
He didn’t need to scroll through each panel; the system was just presenting the list in a manner that Luke was used to.
With just a thought, his intended target would be displayed.
Luke chose to look at his teammates first, which was probably the most important list.
At the same time, it was the simplest panel.
Robert’s name appeared.
Unquestionably, Selina’s name also appeared.
Then… nothing.
But Luke was long used to how lazy the system was, so he immediately started harassing it.
There were a lot of things that the system wouldn’t show unless he asked for them.
The system’s principle had always been: Save as much trouble as possible. Unless necessary, it would never take the initiative to do anything.
Just like the earliest three attributes; the system had simply dubbed them Strength, Dexterity and Mental Strength, when in reality, they could be called Physical Buff, Quick Reflexes and Mental Strength.
But Luke had long since figured out the system’s logic.
Before he transmigrated, he had been playing an old third-rate online game. The game characters had these three attributes, and even the experience and credit system was similar.
The system was definitely using the rules of this old-fashioned online game to save time.
Luke reckoned that once he subconsciously felt that he had reached a high enough level in his stats, the system would probably come up with physical and mental ways to beat him down.
As expected, under his relentless effort, the team module changed.
The panels for teammates and enemies were now divided into three even more detailed panels.
Luke only needed a few looks to know what these new panels were about.
There were green circles for the teammates panel and red circles for the enemies panel:
One circle was a light shade.
Two circles were a regular shade.
Three circles were a dark shade.
From left to right, the panels were arranged as thus: Teammates — 3 dark green, 2 green, 1 light green.
Neutral — Yellow.
Enemies — 1 light red, 2 red, 3 dark red.
Looking at the row of red, green and yellow circles, Luke said helplessly, “System, can you change this to a 5-star setup?”
This time, the system didn’t dawdle, and immediately turned the symbols into stars.
Only then did Luke relax.
Put together, the circles looked like a traffic light; stars were better.
The system stopped being considerate after that.
The teammates and enemies panels didn’t use five stars for the rating, while the neutral panel was still the same.
The system expressed with its usual aloofness, “This is enough. It’s useless no matter how much noise you make.”
Luke stopped harassing the system.
This was enough for him to figure out a lot of things.
Looking at the names in the panels from left to right, they also corresponded to how close he was to these people.
Selina was the only one in the 3-star panel.
The 2-star panel was empty.
Robert was the only one in the 1-star teammates panel.
There were too many people in the neutral panel, which listed most of the people Luke had met in his whole life.
