Under the scorching sun, he was sweating profusely.
When Huai Shi came back to his senses, he was standing on the field. Behind him, there was a constant chuckle. He seemed to be doing some radio gymnastics with the guy opposite him.
Before he could react, a kick came from behind. A brawny man in a singlet pointed at him and scolded, "Chen Bo, you coward! Didn't you eat? "
After that, he pushed his opponent to the side and got into a fighting stance. "Come, let's spar."
Huai Shi looked over his shoulder and saw the slogan on the wall behind him.
Sweat more in normal times and bleed less in wartime.
Before he could react, his body seemed to move. He rushed straight at the brawny man in front of him, no, the instructor.
Bang!
A fist closed the door.
Huai Shi's vision went black and he was in severe pain.
"Again!" The instructor hooked his finger at Chen Bo.
Only now did he realize that he seemed to be in a strange state of possession. Like a spirit behind his back, he passively felt the feedback of this body.
It was as if he was in a dream, but the pain was the only thing that was real, and there was no reduction in the slightest.
Bang!
Huai Shi felt as if her face had been smashed into the ground after another trip and a joint grab.
"Again!"
Bang!
"Again!"
Bang!
…
The scene was constantly changing. In those fragmented dream fragments, he seemed to be repeating the process of being abused by several instructors.
They seemed to be specifically targeting the unlucky guy he had possessed. His movements were not standard. Another round of violent beating. Another round of violent beating if his reaction was slow. Another round of violent beating when he was about to eat. Another round of violent beating when he was just training.
Beating Chen Bo when he was eating and sleeping …
There was even a nightmarish experience of having sex with a group of naked muscular men in the dormitory …
Under the smell of body odor and feet, Huai Shi had completely given up hope.
When Chen Bo was able to use military boxing to fight two rounds with the instructors and turned from a rookie to a slightly bigger rookie, he was expelled because he fought with a member of society during police training!
He became a new member of society!
It was really worth celebrating. Huai Shi was about to cry. He finally didn't have to be beaten.
What the hell was this?
Could it be that he had accidentally obtained some sort of super beaten up system?
What happened next was simply indescribable. In the fragmented nightmare, Huai Shi's identity kept changing, from an unlucky student who was brutally beaten by the instructor with military boxing, to a gangster who carried a knife and fought with others on a hot day, to a guard who squatted in front of the door to see if there was an officer coming to crack down on illegal activities, to a pimp who entertained guests every night, and finally, a bald middle-aged man who was in a meeting …
This grandson really likes to attend meetings.
Study sessions, seminars, inspection meetings, inspection meetings, reports … They were simply putting their limited energy into endless meetings …
The fragments continued to merge together like a dangerous building. When it reached its limit, it collapsed and turned into thousands of fragments again.
Huai Shi's consciousness was also pulled apart. Hundreds of thousands of himself were in parallel in hundreds of thousands of nightmares, constantly circulating.
It was like a 150 yuan computer that overrated itself and loaded the task load of the Milky Way computer. In the end, the violently operating brain seemed to have a flame from the friction of the inside of the skull, burning everything to ashes.
All the nightmares were suddenly shattered.
Huai Shi opened his eyes and panted violently. Sweat dripped from his face, slid down the armrest of the chair, and fell on the wet floor.
The clock on the wall was still slowly turning.
It had only been five minutes since he closed his eyes.
He had already been beaten up eighty to ninety times, fought dozens of times, and was sent to the hospital several times. He had been out for hundreds of days, and had sent little girls who wore very little to pink rooms thousands of times … He had attended countless meetings.
It was simply a series of social experiences.
…
"It's really … hell …"
Huai Shi murmured sluggishly. He couldn't support his body and slid down from the chair.
In a daze, he closed his eyes.
[Just let me die …]
For a moment, he seemed to see his tragic future and made this wish from the bottom of his heart.
Then, it became the same as all the wishes Huai Shi had made before.
— — There was no possibility of it being realized.
.
.
When he opened his eyes, it was already the morning of the next day.
He was still lying on the floor, but he felt a lot more comfortable, as if he had taken some kind of elixir.
Soon, he saw the IV needle in his hands. Yes, a bottle of saline and a bottle of glucose …
"You're awake?"
A Crow's head suddenly popped out from the side and congratulated him with joy, "We have cured your disease of seeing everyone as a pigeon!"
"… Then I really have to thank you."
"A doctor has the heart of a parent, don't worry about it."
The Crow flapped its wings, flew to the edge of the table, and sat down with its legs crossed. One of its wings rolled up a cigarette of unknown origin, skillfully lit it, and smoked in a very sociable manner. But the smoke that it swallowed dissipated from under its feathers, which looked very strange.
"How is it, did you get anything?" The Crow asked.
"Does being able to wake up alive count?"
Huai Shi got up from the ground grumpily, but he didn't dare to pull out the IV needle, so he could only carefully lean against the chair and sit down.
Only then did he realize that he was no longer the same person as before. He was now a man with a status panel.
Immediately, he opened the Book of Destiny and looked at his own data on the title page.
Ignoring the inexplicable 'stress period' and the empty 'Stigmata and Miracles' column, below it was a simple and easy to understand skill column.
General Studies, which represented general knowledge and education, was still an extremely embarrassing level 3. Before he graduated from high school, he had already returned part of his knowledge to his physical education teacher.
And the art column that represented his cello skills was level 6, which he was slightly proud of. He had already reached the professional level. If he wanted to level it up, he would have to rely on 99% of his sweat and that crucial 1% of his talent.
And the inexplicable skill 'Death Premonition' was still gray.
It felt more and more like a strange game.
Don't tell me I have to pay for it?
Huai Shi was faintly worried.
After using it last night, Huai Shi finally had a preliminary understanding of its classification. According to the rules of the Book of Destiny, only skills that could be mastered and used at will would be recognized as skills.
And the limit that an ordinary person could reach through a lifetime of learning and constant practice was level 10, which was level 10.
Usually, the first few levels of a skill were relatively easy, but just like the settings made by black-hearted game developers, the higher the level, the more effort it would take to increase it by a few hundred times.
And for some people, level 10 was already the end, but for others, it might just be the starting point.
Huai Shi was well aware of this.
It was like two test papers with full marks.
Sometimes, level didn't mean anything. It was just a convenience that the Book of Destiny used to make it easier for him to measure himself.
While feeling that there was still a long way to go, Huai Shi continued to look down. Only then did he realize that he had gained a few new skills overnight.
[Combat — Basic Military Boxing LV4]
[Reconnaissance LV4]
There was also a somewhat funny [Illegal Group Management LV4].
Then …
"What the f * ck?"
Crow exclaimed, "How come your copywriting skill is already LV6?"
Huai Shi couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Nonsense, try holding hundreds of meetings in a row and then writing hundreds of meeting notes and learning experiences!
Huai Shi didn't have a deep understanding of military boxing. He could only learn it by passively taking a beating and watching from the sidelines.
It was only when he was writing these hundreds of notes and learning experiences that he would truly shed tears of blood and bitterness with every word.
His biggest gain this night wasn't learning how to practice military boxing or watch the police … It was learning how to make up the word count in his manuscript!
Now, he had even surpassed his master. He could fill in the entire Pacific Ocean in his update without leaving a trace. Moreover, he could accurately divide it into three thousand words to avoid losing out if he wrote too much.
"You can write this paragraph down properly. In the future, when you write notes, you can follow this format."
He patted the Book of Destiny in his hand and sighed proudly. "If I were to write novels, I would be rich."
"No one who writes novels has a good ending." Crow whispered in his ear. "Many people start to go bald before they reach middle age. For example, that Hu something, that Guo something, and that Wandering Army something …"
Huai Shi shuddered.
He couldn't afford to offend them. Forget it.
"But then again …"
Huai Shi opened the book and flipped to the appendix files at the back. Those files seemed to have lost all their value. Most of the words had disappeared, leaving only a monotonous table.
"Why would the memories of these people appear in the book?"
"Oh, you don't know?"
Crow seemed to be very surprised. He said calmly, "The Book of Destiny is now bound to you. It will only record things related to you.
The reason why these fragments are recorded is probably because they all died because of you, right? "
"…"
Huai Shi was stunned.
"Ah, there are actually around seventy of them."
Crow casually said, "Unfortunately, only four or five people had enough Origin Substance activity to leave behind the deepest impressions in their memories. Nowadays, the number of people with the potential to awaken is becoming fewer and fewer. You should really thank them."
"… …"
Huai Shi sucked in a breath of cold air. He felt all the hair on his body stand on end. He subconsciously leaned back a bit, wanting to get as far away from Crow and the book as possible.
However, he quickly understood that even if he threw the book and Crow into the ocean, it probably wouldn't be of any use.
He finally understood why the soldiers had suddenly captured him and interrogated him.
It was probably because those people from yesterday … … were already dead.
They were all dead.
Only he was left.
Just thinking about this made him tremble. It was as if a bloodstained ape was already standing behind him, laughing viciously at him.
After a long, long time, he finally calmed down and laughed dryly, "Is it that exaggerated?"
"Yes, it is that exaggerated. Huai Shi, this is how the world is. It is not as stable as you think. This sky, this earth, this country, this city … … in fact, there are many more things that you have never seen before.
— — The truth that cannot be known by others. The border that cannot be entered by normal people, and the hell that cannot be seen by others.
If you are forever immersed in the narrow sanctuary of the present realm, you will never know the truth. "
She admired the youth's sluggish appearance.
She asked softly:
"— — Huai Shi, do you desire to have a soul?"
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