"I'm not eating anymore, I'm really not eating anymore …"
Ten minutes later, Huai Shi looked at the eighty kilograms on the scale. Tears streamed down his face as he sat on the ground and cried.
It was too exaggerated to be this fat!
Crow looked at him coldly. "Three bottles of happy drinks every day, half a kilogram of hot and dry noodles in the morning, two fried chicken for lunch, cake and milk tea for afternoon tea, a lot of meat for dinner and taco chips for supper … I say, haven't you been too relaxed recently? Even if you're a Sublimator who consumes energy faster than ordinary people, you can't eat like this, right? "
Huai Shi was stunned. "Do I eat that much?"
"Otherwise, why do you think I'm so fat?" Crow asked. "Although a Sublimator who has been transformed by the Stigmata already has a lot of metal and mutation in their body, and can no longer be measured by the usual weight ratio, the transformation of a ghost is obviously towards the lighter weight, right? The standard weight should be two-thirds of a normal person's weight, how did you eat yourself to become the heavy type? "
"Unknowingly …"
"It's Old Fang who spoiled you too much."
Crow shook his head and threw a densely packed list over. Huai Shi looked down and felt dizzy. "What's this?"
"A list for your weight loss plan." Crow said indifferently. "There's also a follow-up plan to strengthen yourself. You're still too lacking in strength."
"Me?"
Huai Shi pointed at himself in disbelief.
He was lacking in strength?
My Huai Hai's Little Peppa had defeated a Stage Three powerhouse before Stage One! How was he lacking in strength?
"Don't tell me that just because you've beaten up a few second-rate trash, you think that everyone in the world is mediocre?" Crow retorted. "For example, can you beat that Amber in the Forest?"
"…"
Huai Shi was speechless.
Indeed, Crow was right. After all, they had the experience of 'fighting side by side'. Although both sides were deliberately dragging each other down, he had to admit that purely in terms of combat skills, it was difficult for him to do anything to her.
"But this is different, right?" Huai Shi retorted. "That's a rich woman armed to the teeth. She's a top Xinyue player with a hundred thousand exclusive customer service. How can I, a player with no money, fight her?"
"Are you sure?"
Crow glanced at him and said, "Friend, if you want to calculate money, you've already spent more than 30 million yuan, okay? The cost of the Stigmata · Spirit alone was more than 25 million, and this was just the price. This kind of custom-made Adjustment Stigmata can only be made by a Master. Even if you have money, you won't be able to buy it. "
"So expensive?" Huai Shi was shocked. He suddenly had the urge to go out and sell himself …
"So don't worry. When it comes to spending money, you don't have to be afraid of anyone at the same level."
Crow said, "Purely in terms of foundation, you aren't inferior to any other Ascender of the same level. In terms of skill, the skills obtained from the Book of Destiny are enough to allow you to easily take advantage of those Ascenders who only obtained a passing grade.
But did you get any improvement from the Red Gloves records recently? "
Huai Shi shook his head.
Now it was clearly written in his skills — Dagger Fighting Lv8, Theravada Dual Blade Technique Lv6.
After clearing the records of the Purified People, he obtained a new skill called 'Experience of Chaotic Warfare'. It was mainly used in group battles, but it was a pity that its level was limited to LV4, and it was impossible for him to improve it further.
It was already the limit for a fragment that lacked a systematic system to reach this level.
"After all, it's a batch of fast products. It's already commendable that it can help you build a good foundation, but it's difficult to truly reach the peak with just these."
Crow sighed with some annoyance. "I still have to find you a good teacher, but it's hard to find someone in this field, and it's even harder to find someone trustworthy. There are always people who like to keep a trump card."
It couldn't be helped. Without the records and simulations of the Book of Destiny, everyone's skills were honed from years of accumulation and trials of blood and death.
It was difficult to purely rely on money to buy.
And Huai Shi couldn't stroll around the streets with a gun and stab anyone he saw in the back just to get a new record.
Besides, this was the hard threshold. He was only Grade 1, and it was already a miracle that he could reach this level. It was unrealistic to ask for more.
"However, fortunately, although you've reached a bottleneck in the improvement of your skills, you haven't started to improve your Stigmata."
With that, Crow put away the familiar bronze box on the table. Then he poured out a few pieces of the Dust of the Liberated, which were still warm, from the crucible and threw them to Huai Shi.
"One piece. Just maintain this level of daily training."
Huai Shi pulled open his collar and looked down at the big hole in his chest. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Every time before a fight, I have to pay for it. Something feels strange."
"It's not strange. In fact, you don't need to pay for it."
Crow calmly said something extraordinary. "Grade 1 Stigmata has its limits. A structure that's too thick can't react flexibly, and a structure that's too thin can't bear too much power. If you want to strengthen one aspect, you will inevitably weaken the other."
She said, "This is the trade-off, Huai Shi."
"Wait!"
Huai Shi was stunned. "What did you weigh?"
"Emmmm …"
Crow said, "I weighed it and felt that the part of the power system wasn't necessary, so I changed it to an external type. Look at the hole in your chest, it's so impressive."
Huai Shi's eyes widened. "So you made this?"
No wonder he kept feeling that something was off!
"You have to think positively," Crow said.
Crow said, "With the remaining parts, I've helped you weave all of them into pseudo-nerves and reflex circuits. Now, you can attack at twice the speed of someone of the same level! How is it? Are you happy? Are you happy? "
Happy my * ss!
What kind of operation is cutting the mana bar to increase DPS!
It turned out that his Stigmata was really like a car. Without saying a word, she changed the fuel tank to an external type and then stuffed a nitrogen engine into it …
Huai Shi almost vomited blood. "Do you know that it's illegal to modify a car on the road?"
"It's illegal for others to modify it. I'm doing a fandom creation, do you understand?"
Crow squinted at him and said, "Relax. It's been so many years since the Utopia split up. Do you think those guys who have fallen into hell and become the Destruction Element, the Golden Dawn, will ask you for copyright fees?"
Huai Shi covered his face. "So can you please tell me at once what the hell this Stigmata on my body has become?"
"Don't worry, there are no hidden dangers or troubles. Sister's craftsmanship is famous!"
Speaking of this, Crow suddenly beamed. "Although it's called a modification, it's actually a complete reconstruction. It's completely tailored to your fighting style.
In addition to the ghost's super adaptability to hell, I also added extra speed. Then there's the instantaneous explosive power provided by the external fuel.
Therefore, the patience required for a long battle is relatively average. As for defense … sorry, it's equivalent to none. You'll have to rely on positioning. Anyway, the limit of a Tier 1 Stigmata is there. No matter how good your defense is, you can only resist one or two slashes. It can't even block bullets. It's not cost-effective at all. "
"So, our positioning is explosive."
Crow said excitedly, "You know the Crispy Killer, right? My standard has always been to kill my teammates in one round!
We'll go up and explode, then run away. If we encounter someone who doesn't die, we'll find another opportunity to explode. If we can backstab, we'll backstab. If we can be despicable, we'll be despicable. With the Heart Poison and the Aura of Fear, even if we encounter someone with high HP and defense, they'll be seriously injured if they don't die!
But when you encounter someone who's good at grappling and has a suppressive support, don't get entangled. Once your positioning is restricted, it's over. "
"You didn't expect me to be a thief?"
Huai Shi smiled bitterly but did not say anything else.
In all fairness, it wasn't easy to have so many of them. Unless there were multiple eyes, how could there be so many Buckets in the world? Moreover, Crow's custom-made system was a high-precision special that played to its strengths and avoided its weaknesses.
What else could he say?
He sighed and looked at Crow seriously, "What exactly are you trying to do?"
Pa!
A pair of ghostly wings slapped the back of his head.
"Kid, why are you asking so many questions? Just focus on leveling up. "Crow asked," Do you think Sister Crow would lie to you? "
Huai Shi rolled his eyes.
"Take a breath.
We've already walked this path to the end. Why are you asking so many questions? "
He sighed and stuffed the Liberator's Dust into his chest.
Then, the familiar cold numbness spread out along with the darkness. In the blink of an eye, layers of Origin Flame appeared along with the explosive power.
He once again turned into a ghost.
Then, with a bang, Crow's pointer flew into the air and hit him on the head.
"Wrong!"
"What's wrong?" Huai Shi's eyes widened. "I haven't done anything yet!"
"It's because you haven't done anything."
Crow stared at the flames rising from his body. "You haven't tried to control them at all. You're just venting. This path is completely wrong."
"What do I need to control?"
"Yourself, your soul, your body, your Sacred Mark, and your everything. You need to make everything under your control and not let it all become your instinct."
Crow lectured, "The first step is to control the layer of flames on your body that has nothing but sound and light effects. Put them away. You need to make it look like you didn't take the medicine after you took it!"
Control?
Huai Shi looked at the flames around him in shock. These were the excess power that burst out from the collision between the Liberator's Dust and the Tribulation Ash. They were the channels through which his body vented...... How was he supposed to control them?
Moreover, I didn't take any medicine in the Huai Hai Road …
Pa!
Another strike of the pointer.
"Converge, focus on converging. Don't think about venting. Keep your heart as still as water," Crow said. "Imagine that you're a container. Don't let the water in the bottle sway out."
Although he said that, it still didn't have much effect.
Even though Huai Shi deliberately tried to control this explosive power, it had little effect.
At first, the flames gradually shrank with his attention, but he couldn't attend to anything else. The flames on his head retracted, and the flames on his legs rose again.
He felt like a sieve.
Air was leaking everywhere.
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