Chapter 3: Soul Power

Although Second Sister Shi was blind, she stayed under the overpass with her intellectually disabled daughter and the overweight Shi Yuebai. Usually, Second Sister Shi took care of the other two. Among the three, she was the most capable of moving about. Realizing the gravity of the situation, Second Sister Shi groped her way to the corpse on the ground and dragged it out from under the tarp. Taking advantage of the dark and stormy night, she pulled the body far away.

Shi Yuebai was too obese for Second Sister Shi to flip over with her strength. She remained lying on the ground, trying several times to turn her heavy body over but failed each time. Frustrated, Shi Yuebai’s adrenaline surged, and she clenched her fists so tightly that sweat broke out across her back again. In this wasteland world, only a rare few could mutate into those with supernatural abilities. But most, like the Shi family, were twisted by radiation into freaks, barely able to move.

While waiting for Second Sister Shi to return, Shi Yuebai carefully reviewed her understanding of this world in her mind. Thankfully, despite the wasteland lacking any spiritual energy, she still clearly remembered the sorcery of the Shaman Clan. Yet it was of little use; to activate magic, Shi Yuebai needed to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and convert it into something called soul power. From the very start, the barren world’s lack of spiritual energy left her like a fish floundering on the shore—only drying out, waiting to die.

What was the point of struggling?

Slamming her fist into the ground in anger, Shi Yuebai made a small pit with her blow. She stared at her fingers in astonishment. She knew very well she was not a supernatural being in this wasteland, nor did she possess the strength of the Shi men. So why had she just exerted such force? Was it because of the sweat on her back?

Suddenly, she sensed a faint trace of soul power within her body. Hastily, she mobilized that subtle power and let it flow through her entire body. This was a Shaman Clan cultivation technique that allowed one to peer inward, gaining a clearer understanding of one’s own body. To her delight, although there was not a speck of spiritual energy in this wasteland, her body possessed an immense, thick power. The people here called this power—fat.

She only needed to convert the energy stored in her body fat into soul power to fuel Shaman magic. This was a complicated process, requiring multiple conversions within her body, but it gave Shi Yuebai a glimmer of hope.

“Auntie...” a faint voice sounded.

Shi Yuebai turned her head.

It was Little Yao Yao, who had been knocked unconscious. Her head had struck a sharp stone, unnoticed by Second Sister Shi. When Shi Yuebai looked over, there was a pool of blood accumulating at the back of the child’s head. Weakly lying among the rubble, Yao Yao raised a slender hand toward Shi Yuebai. Her dirty little face held an innocent, bewildered smile.

“Auntie, you’re... the best... the prettiest...”

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