Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 70 – 35% Success Rate

[Skin Crafting Complete!]

[Skin Acquired: Fire Phoenix]

[Quality: Excellent Grade]

[Physical Constitution: 13]

[Innate Ability: Elementary Flame Control]

Lin Fan frowned slightly as she looked at the system panel.

A physical constitution of thirteen?

That was quite a bit lower than she had imagined.

It seemed that elemental Evolved beings were indeed not as monstrous as the physical enhancement types.

She placed the Fire Phoenix Skin into her Storage Space, then mentally queried the system.

“System, if I want to fuse three Excellent Grade Skins, what is the success rate?”

[Calculating Fusion Success Rate…]

[Target Skins: Lei Li (Perfect+ Grade), Long Yue (Excellent Grade), Fire Phoenix (Excellent Grade)]

[Fusion Success Rate: 35%]

Lin Fan’s expression instantly darkened.

That success rate was far too low.

If it failed, she would randomly lose one of the lower-grade skins.

Losing either Long Yue or Fire Phoenix would be a devastating loss.

“System, why is the success rate so low?”

[The higher the grade of the skins, the greater the difficulty of fusion. It is recommended that the host collect more low-grade skins as fusion buffer materials, which can effectively increase the success rate.]

Fusion buffer materials?

Lin Fan’s eyes lit up.

“How many do I need?”

[It is recommended to use at least five Ordinary Grade Skins as a buffer, which can increase the success rate to over 80%.]

Five Ordinary Grade Skins…

Lin Fan pondered for a moment, a cold smile touching the corners of her lips.

In the apocalypse, the one thing there was no shortage of was scum-filled strongholds.

Those beasts who specialized in preying on women could provide her with the perfect raw materials.

She stood up and straightened the black and white sportswear she was wearing.

The tight yoga pants perfectly outlined the curve of her legs.

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The hem of her athletic top was slightly raised, revealing a sliver of her slender waist.

To men, this outfit was practically walking hormones.

The perfect bait.

Lin Fan took out the map she had confiscated from Long Biao from her Storage Space.

It was densely marked with the locations and strengths of various surrounding strongholds.

Her finger tapped lightly on the map, finally stopping on a location marked “Scrapyard.”

According to the intelligence from Long Biao’s men, this stronghold had about twenty or so people.

They specialized in plundering other small strongholds.

Snatching supplies, snatching women.

A typical den of scum.

“Let’s start with you.”

Lin Fan put the map away and walked out of the abandoned residential building.

She didn’t head back to Fragrant Hills International.

Instead, she got directly onto her Harley-Davidson and rode off in the direction of the scrapyard.

The roar of the engine echoed through the ruins.

She deliberately slowed down, making herself look like a lost and helpless female survivor.

Twenty minutes later, the scrapyard appeared in her line of sight.

It was a large yard surrounded by high walls.

Barbed wire was strung along the top of the walls, and there were several crude watchtowers.

Lin Fan parked the motorcycle about fifty meters from the main gate.

She intentionally killed the engine, then put on an anxious look, repeatedly trying to restart it.

“Damn it, why did it break?”

She deliberately raised her voice, which was laced with obvious panic.

As expected, the guards in the watchtower quickly noticed her.

“Boss! There’s a chick outside!”

“What chick?”

“Riding a motorcycle, looks pretty hot!”

Hearing this conversation, Lin Fan’s lips curved upward almost imperceptibly.

The fish had taken the bait.

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Soon, the main gate of the scrapyard opened.

Five or six men walked out, led by a brawny Bald Head.

They were all holding weapons, but their expressions were filled with unconcealed excitement.

“Little sister, did your bike break down?”

Bald Head walked up to Lin Fan, his gaze roaming shamelessly over her body.

Lin Fan feigned a panicked look and took a few steps back.

“Who… who are you? I’m just passing by…”

“Passing by?” Bald Head laughed heartily. “It’s so dangerous for a young girl like you out here in the middle of nowhere.”

“Why don’t you come inside and hang out with us brothers for a bit?”

“It’s really safe in our place, and we have food and drinks.”

The other men also closed in, their eyes glinting with ill intent.

Lin Fan continued to back away, her voice trembling.

“No… no thank you, I have to get going…”

“What’s the rush?”

Bald Head suddenly reached out, trying to grab Lin Fan’s wrist.

“It’s so chaotic outside now, zombies everywhere. It’s too dangerous for you to be alone…”

The instant his hand was about to touch Lin Fan’s, she moved.

Her body exploded like a coiled spring, instantly appearing behind Bald Head.

A precise hand-chop struck the side of his neck.

Bald Head didn’t even have time to scream before he crumpled limply to the ground.

The other men hadn’t even processed what had happened.

Lin Fan was already weaving among them like a phantom.

With every strike, another person fell.

In less than three seconds, all five or six men were lying on the ground, lifeless.

Lin Fan clapped her hands together, the panicked expression on her face instantly vanishing.

In its place was an icy smile.

“My acting wasn’t too bad, was it?”

Lin Fan pushed open the scrapyard’s main gate and walked straight in.

The yard was piled high with all sorts of scrap.

Car parts, scrap metal, broken furniture.

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The air was thick with the smell of engine oil and rust.

Several men who were sorting through supplies saw her, first stunned, then their faces lit up with excitement.

“Huh? How’d the boss bring someone in?”

“Who cares, we’ve got fresh goods anyway.”

“This chick is a real looker, way better than the last few we snatched.”

Lin Fan listened to their words, the harmless smile still on her face.

But killing intent was already surging in her eyes.

A tall, skinny man walked over, reaching out to touch Lin Fan’s face.

“Little beauty, don’t be afraid, us brothers will take good care of you…”

Before he could finish, his wrist was seized by Lin Fan.

Crack.

The sound of bone breaking rang out crisply.

The skinny man let out a blood-curdling scream and knelt on the ground.

Only then did the others realize something was wrong.

“There’s something wrong with this chick!”

“Get help! Quick!”

“Where’s the boss? Where did the boss go?”

Lin Fan gave them no time to react.

Her body once again blurred into an afterimage, darting rapidly through the crowd.

Every strike landed precisely on a vital point.

A minute later, all dozen or so men in the yard were lying on the ground.

Lin Fan scanned her surroundings, and after confirming she hadn’t missed anyone, she walked towards several houses in the back of the yard.

Based on her observations, that was likely where the women were being held.

Sure enough, in the innermost bungalow, she heard the sound of women crying.

The door was secured with a heavy iron lock.

Lin Fan extended two fingers and easily crushed the lock.

Pushing the door open, a foul stench assaulted her.

The room was dimly lit, and in the corner huddled seven or eight women.

Their clothes were ragged, their faces filled with terror and despair.

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Seeing Lin Fan enter, a few of the women shrank back in fear.

“Don’t… don’t come over here…”

“Please, we’re begging you, let us go…”

Lin Fan looked at their miserable state, her heart completely unmoved.

In this apocalypse, this was the fate of the weak.

She was no savior, nor was she a saint.

She just needed some materials.

“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.”

Lin Fan’s voice was gentle, her face wearing a kind smile.

“I’ve already taken care of those beasts. You’re safe now.”

Hearing this, the women looked up, a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

“Is… is that true?”

“Are you here to save us?”

Lin Fan nodded and walked toward the nearest woman.

She was a young woman who looked to be in her twenties, with delicate features, but her eyes were filled with numbness.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.”

Lin Fan reached out and gently stroked the woman’s forehead.

The woman thought she was being comforted, and tears of gratitude welled up in her eyes.

“Thank… thank you…”

As soon as the words left her mouth, her gaze went vacant, and her body slumped limply to the ground.

[Target meeting conditions detected…]

[Skin Crafting initiated…]

Seeing this, the other women instantly understood.

“What… what are you doing?”

“Help! Help!”

But their screams were quickly cut short.

Lin Fan’s movements were fast, clean, and efficient.

Five minutes later, silence returned to the room.

And in Lin Fan’s Storage Space, there were seven brand-new skins.