Chapter 130：The Blind‑Box Specialist
Aside from the box of extracts,
the only other valuable item Evan found
was a Tier‑3 relic—
a palm‑sized piece of translucent, gelatinous hide
from some unknown creature.
They tallied their total haul:
Three relics
Nearly twenty extracts (Tier‑1, Tier‑2, Tier‑3 mixed)
One Tier‑4 extract
A wooden storage earring
Honey‑Pot Ant evolution honey
Various beast materials and old evolution medicine
A massive profit.
FangBro sighed.
“Shame we didn’t get to loot that buzz‑cut bastard.
He definitely had good stuff.”
He still regretted not being able to loot Instructor Stone’s corpse.
Evan said:
“We’ll appraise the three relics when we get back.
Decide whether to sell or keep them.
Same for the Tier‑4 extract—
if it suits you, you can absorb it.”
Then he added honestly:
“I really want the storage earring.
If you don’t mind, we can estimate its value later and I’ll—”
FangBro cut him off immediately.
“No need to pay me.
If you want it, it’s yours.
We’ll just sell the rest and split the money.”
Evan opened his mouth,
but FangBro quickly added, scratching his head awkwardly:
“But… I do want to ask you for one favor.”
Evan blinked.
“What is it?”
FangBro hesitated, then said:
“Remember that Tier‑3 Dung‑Eater we saw earlier?
I want to capture it alive.”
Evan stared at him.
“…You want to capture a giant maggot?”
He suddenly remembered
how FangBro’s eyes had sparkled
when he first saw the Dung‑Eater.
No way.
No way, right?
Rovan people don’t have that kind of taste… 吧？
FangBro saw Evan’s expression twisting
and panicked.
“No! Not like that!
I want to raise it to Tier‑4
and then kill it for its extract!
I—I’ve always absorbed Dung‑Eater extracts!”
Evan froze.
“You’ve always absorbed… Dung‑Eater extracts?”
FangBro nodded.
“My family was poor.
The first extract I ever bought
was a Tier‑1 Dung‑Eater extract.
I used scholarship money to buy it.
And somehow…
I got an insanely powerful skill from it.”
He took a breath.
“I named it Voidform.
It’s the skill you saw me use
to escape from the Mutated Giant Crocodile.”
Evan’s eyes widened.
“That ridiculous skill came from a Tier‑1 Dung‑Eater extract?”
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FangBro nodded again.
“Voidform breaks my body down
into particles smaller than cells.
I disappear visually,
but my consciousness remains.
I can move through anything with gaps—
soil, stone, even between biological cells.”
Evan muttered:
“That’s… basically invincibility.”
FangBro shrugged.
“It doesn’t last long,
but during Voidform,
I’m untouchable.
No one can hit me,
trap me,
or stop me from escaping.”
He paused.
“And I’ve never found any beast
that naturally has this skill.
It’s too strong.
It feels like a Saint‑tier ability.”
Evan immediately thought of his own Evolution’s Grace—
also absurdly strong,
also from a Tier‑1 extract.
He almost asked:
Are you sure you absorbed a Dung‑Eater extract?
Not some bloodline crystal?
But FangBro had no reason to lie.
Evan asked:
“So after that, you fell in love with Dung‑Eater extracts?”
FangBro sighed.
“At first, I thought I was lucky.
Then I absorbed my second extract—
I wanted an attack skill,
so I picked one with four attack skills
and only one defensive skill.”
He laughed bitterly.
“I got the defensive skill.”
Evan winced.
FangBro continued:
“Third extract, I went back to Dung‑Eaters.
Got another defensive skill.
An S‑grade one.”
He spread his hands helplessly.
“That’s when I realized—
I’m cursed.
I can only absorb defensive skills.
Never attack skills.”
Evan stared.
“There’s actually someone like this…”
He suddenly felt a chill.
My Evolution’s Grace…
shouldn’t have a curse too吧？
He briefly considered trying a Dung‑Eater extract himself.
Then immediately rejected the idea.
He didn’t want to know
what poop tasted like.
Evan asked:
“So you specialized in Dung‑Eater extracts?”
“Of course.”
FangBro nodded.
“For me, they’re the best value.
Cheap, and I always get high‑grade defensive skills.”
Evan finally understood
why FangBro wanted to capture the Tier‑3 Dung‑Eater.
When a Dung‑Eater evolves for the fourth time,
it becomes a Saint‑tier fly‑type beast.
But even then,
it still eats poop
and still produces blind‑box extracts.
But a Tier‑4 fly‑type beast
was far stronger than a maggot.
Its extract was rare and expensive.
If FangBro could raise one himself,
he’d save a fortune.
Evan sighed.
“Raising a Tier‑3 beast to Tier‑4
could take years.
And it might fail.”
FangBro puffed out his chest.
“Trust me.
I know Dung‑Eaters better than any evolution scholar.
That one was one step away from evolving.
And feeding it costs nothing.”
Evan finally relented.
“Fine.
We’ll try.”
Every Butterfly‑tier evolver
faced the same problem—
Tier‑4 extracts were scarce and expensive.
If FangBro could raise a Tier‑4 fly‑type beast,
he’d solve a third of his evolution needs.
FangBro grinned.
“I only made up my mind
after seeing that storage earring.
It’s big enough to hold the Dung‑Eater.”
They quickly made a plan.
Dung‑Eaters were weak in combat
but excellent at running.
But FangBro was the king of escape—
he could chase anything.
Their plan was simple:
Poison it
Exhaust it
Capture it alive
Store it in the earring
Bring it back to Dongli University
They returned to the spot
where they had seen the Dung‑Eater.
After some searching,
they found it again.
The chase began.
The Dung‑Eater fled at incredible speed,
its fat white body wriggling like a slippery eel.
Most Butterfly‑tier evolvers
wouldn’t be able to catch it.
But FangBro wasn’t “most.”
He chased it underground with ease.
Whenever it paused,
he and Evan poisoned it again.
After two exhausting hours,
the Dung‑Eater finally collapsed—
not from poison,
but from sheer exhaustion.
Evan stored it in the earring.
Their mission was complete.
FangBro carried Evan upward,
Earth‑Diving all the way to the surface.
When they checked their phones,
they realized—
They had been underground
for two full days.
Evan and FangBro each took a Tier‑2 extract
to complete their military training assignment,
then headed toward the training camp.