I Created a Containment Object at the Start, and Became a God

19: Planning! The simple joys of everyday life!Lin Zhi stood up, satisfied, a faint smile playing on his lips: ”This should be your wisest choice right now.”

With a gentle flick of his slender finger, a parchment contract glowing with a faint golden light suddenly appeared in his palm and slowly floated towards Zhao Tieshan.

Zhao Tieshan took the contract, noticing that the words on it were written with a dark golden liquid, radiating a soft glow in the dim warehouse.

The contract terms were concise and clear:

[Party A: Traveler of the Heavens]

[Party B: Zhao Tieshan]

[Transaction Content: Party B voluntarily sells all of their combat experience and battlefield instincts]

[Remuneration: Eight million long coins and physical restoration]

”What happens after the transaction is complete?” Zhao Tieshan asked, looking up, his fingers unconsciously caressing the edge of the parchment.

Lin Zhi tilted his head, his white hair gleaming silver in the moonlight: ”You will completely forget how to fight.”

”Like a new recruit who has never held a gun, even the most basic instinct to throw a punch will disappear.”

He slowly walked closer, Zhao Tieshan’s tense face reflected in his dark golden pupils: ”General combat techniques might slowly recover, but those... killing instincts honed between life and death will be permanently erased from your muscle memory.”

Zhao Tieshan looked down at the money bag at his feet. Eight million long coins—in a country where the average white-collar worker’s monthly salary was only one thousand long coins, this was indeed a huge sum capable of changing one’s fate.

Moreover, the purchasing power of long coins was very strong; a common household car cost less than three thousand yuan.

He suddenly recalled the lingering battlefield nightmares: the dying screams of comrades, the splashing blood when an enemy’s throat was pierced, the wailing civilians under incendiary bombs... ”This deal is worth it.” Zhao Tieshan suddenly forced a self-deprecating smile, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes, ”Anyway, I’ve long wanted to forget those nightmares.”

He signed his name on the parchment without hesitation. The moment the last stroke fell, the contract suddenly ignited, turning into countless golden light particles that merged into his glabella.

Zhao Tieshan felt a strange coolness spread from the top of his head to his entire body. The combat memories deeply etched into his muscles rapidly faded as if erased by a rubber.

He instinctively tried to assume a defensive stance, but found his arm movements clumsy and unfamiliar, as if his decade-plus military career had never existed.

At the same time, the old injury on his left arm completely healed, and the pain in his lumbar spine and knees vanished without a trace.

”Transaction complete.” Lin Zhi nodded with satisfaction, dark golden data streams flickering in his eyes, ”The money is yours. I suggest you deal with those debts as soon as possible.”

He turned and walked towards the depths of the warehouse, his figure gradually becoming transparent.

Zhao Tieshan stared blankly at his perfectly restored left hand, his knuckles flexing and extending flexibly, as if the old injury from ten years ago had never existed.

He looked in the direction Lin Zhi had disappeared, a relieved smile unconsciously rising at the corner of his mouth: ”It seems... he’s a good god.”

He bent down, picked up the heavy money bag, and strode towards home.

The streetlights cast his shadow long, and the old injuries and debts that once tormented him now dissipated with the night wind.

Meanwhile, in the bustling center of the commercial street, Lin Zhi leisurely strolled through the crowded streets.

Neon lights illuminated his white hair with colorful hues, but the noisy crowd around him paid him no mind—as if they couldn’t even see this extraordinary young man.

”Combat techniques are acquired, and I have weapons...” Lin Zhi murmured to himself, data streams rapidly scrolling in his dark golden pupils.

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion in the air; a holographic image of Zhao Tieshan fighting on the battlefield appeared—every tactical movement broken down into basic data modules.

Fragments of his past life memories surfaced in Lin Zhi’s mind: the hunters hidden in the jungle, the warriors with strong physiques and stealth combat techniques.

A playful smile curved his lips: ”It’s time to create some... interesting things.”

However, he was not in a hurry to return to his own dimension; instead, he walked towards the lively night market street in the distance.

He deliberately slowed his pace, allowing himself to fully immerse in this old street full of life.

A hawker selling candied hawthorn passed by, barbecue stalls wafted fragrant scents, and several middle school students giggled while sharing milk tea.

Lin Zhi took a deep breath, his lips unconsciously curving upwards: ”If I can’t even feel this sense of mortal life, what’s the point of immortality?”

Turning a corner, his gaze was drawn to a simple stall.

A white-haired old grandmother was bending over to pack up her stall, accompanied by a little girl about two years old.

A wooden sign hanging on the stall read ”Sichuan-style Silkworm Potato”—this was one of his favorite street snacks from his previous life.

”Grandma, can I still get a serving?” Lin Zhi walked up, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

The old grandmother looked up, saw a handsome white-haired young man, and smiled kindly: ”Young man, I’m just about to pack up...”

She looked at the last serving of potatoes left in the pot, wiped her apron with a rough hand, ”Never mind, I’ll give it to you for free. It won’t sell anyway.”

Lin Zhi took the steaming bowl of potatoes. Golden potato chunks were sprinkled with chili powder and green onions, the aroma wafting strongly.

He took a bite, and the familiar taste instantly exploded in his mouth—spicy, fresh, and fragrant, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, exactly like the taste from his memories.

”So delicious.” He praised sincerely, his eyes slightly narrowed.

The old grandmother smiled and patted the little girl’s head beside her: ”This is my granddaughter. This stall will be passed down to her in the future.”

Lin Zhi squatted down, meeting the little girl’s gaze.

Her clear, big eyes were full of innocence and curiosity, a stark contrast to the noisy night market.

He gently pinched the little girl’s cheek, and while the old grandmother turned to pack up, he slipped a five-hundred-yuan bill into the little girl’s small hand.

”Help Grandma well,” he whispered softly, then stood up and left.

It wasn’t until she was about to collect the money box that her little granddaughter suddenly held up a crumpled banknote: ”Grandma, money, money!”

By the time the old grandmother discovered the banknote clutched in the little girl’s hand, Lin Zhi had already disappeared into the crowd.

The old grandmother hurriedly picked up her granddaughter, wanting to chase after him, but only saw the white-haired young man at the end of the night market turn back and wave at them before disappearing.

”This... how could I accept this...” The old grandmother’s eyes were a little moist as she hugged her granddaughter tighter. Five hundred yuan would take her several months to earn... At this moment, Lin Zhi had already reached the end of the night market.

He gazed at the starry night sky, savoring the lingering spicy taste in his mouth.

”To possess the power of a god, yet still be able to taste the flavors of the mortal world...” he murmured softly, ”This is where the true joy lies.”

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