“Beep!”
A crisp electronic tone, brimming with futuristic technology, suddenly sounded beside her ear.
A moment later, a translucent, pale-blue virtual interface appeared out of nowhere in front of her, like the display of a high-tech helmet.
She looked around in terror and curiosity. Wherever her gaze fell, pale white numbers floated above the heads of the huddled, gaunt refugees in the ruined temple.
“2,” “3,” “1,” “5”… The numbers were so faint they were almost impossible to make out.
Her gaze shifted to a beggar in the corner who looked noticeably sturdier, apparently some sort of minor ringleader.
“Beep! Target scan: Mortal. Identity identified: Refugee ringleader of Xingfeng City. Estimated overall combat power: 15. Status assessment: Physically fit. Simulated chance of victory: 0%.”
A cold, synthesized voice reported directly inside her mind.
Meng Xiaoxian shuddered in fright, quickly looked away, then instinctively “pressed” the nonexistent frame of her glasses again and pointed the “lens” at herself.
“Beep! Self-scan: Mortal. Identity identified: Refugee. Estimated overall combat power: 2. Status assessment: Severe hunger, strength on the verge of exhaustion, mild frostbite. Simulated chance of victory: 100% (against equally weakened targets only).”
“Th-this… is this… Vegeta's scouter?!”
