The Dark Web was indeed a lawless place!
When Han Lang left the virtual cabin and returned to his room, his heart was filled with emotions.
The person who had set up the death livestream had obviously not taken the Milky Way Galactic Convention seriously. Han Lang had originally thought that the illegal drugs, slaves, and arms trade were already a relatively dark trade on the Dark Web. Now that he had seen the bloody battlefield, Han Lang suddenly realized that the Dark Web was not as simple as it seemed at first glance.
Han Lang really wanted to discuss the death livestream with Zong Wudao, but he resisted the urge.
Although Han Lang called Zong Wudao his teacher, Zong Wudao had never been Han Lang's real teacher. It was just a form of endearment.
Han Lang was afraid of accidentally angering him. After all, it was not easy to have such an unfathomable alien help him. If not for Zong Wudao, Han Lang might not have been able to come into contact with the deeper layers of the Dark Web.
Zong Wudao said that the death livestream was the second layer of the Dark Web. Could there be a third layer? Han Lang thought with great interest.
Han Lang shook his head. He had spent a lot of time on the death livestream. It was already late at night, and it was time for him to get back to work. Drugs, equipment, and watching the death livestream all cost star coins. The 13,000 star coins he earned from compiling the drug index every month were Han Lang's only income, and he could not afford to waste it.
Leveling up not only brought an increase in source power, but it also gave Han Lang wisdom. The time it took him to compile the drug index was now limited to one and a half hours, which was an unimaginable speed in the past. Plus, it took one and a half hours to collect supplementary data, so Han Lang only needed to work three hours a day, which was much easier than before.
After compiling the index, Han Lang asked Zong Wudao three questions as usual. It seemed that his relationship with Han Lang was improving. In the past, Zong Wudao would always answer Han Lang in the simplest terms, but now he would add a few more words of explanation, as if he was afraid that Han Lang would not understand.
"All in all, your ability is Superimmunity. You're destined to compete with others in willpower in the future. You're right. I've never emphasized the importance of skills. Skills are very important, but skills can be trained through repeated training. However, willpower and momentum can't be trained at home. You need to go to the battlefield and participate in those bloody battles!"
"Whether it's the extreme cold training or the death livestream, it's all about training your willpower as a warrior. A real warrior must have a gush of true qi in their chest. Even if they die on the battlefield one day, the true qi in their chest must not dissipate! Only by reaching this level could one be considered a true warrior! Only then can we truly stand at the peak! "
"Of course, at this stage, it's more important to train in the extreme cold. After all, you've inherited someone else's superpower. If you don't completely develop the Source Power left behind by your predecessors, not only will you be irresponsible to yourself, but you'll also be irresponsible to the warrior who passed it down to you."
"They spent their entire lives fighting on the battlefield, but in the end, they didn't leave anything behind other than a crystal. Now that the crystal has been taken by you, you haven't even reached the heights of your predecessors. This is a waste, it's outrageous!"
"Tonight, you can enter the -20 ° C water. It's better to take a Source Power Pill. I believe in Hei Zi's craftsmanship, so there won't be any problems with his medicine. To be on the safe side, prepare the Zero Degree Pleasure Pill. If you really can't hold on, take it."
"As for your training progress, I don't care. The key is that you have to enter that desperate state of struggle. As long as you enter that state, no matter what you train, you will get twice the results with half the effort. No matter what you train, you will be able to unlock your potential. Do you understand?"
Han Lang hurriedly said, "I understand. Thank you for your guidance, Teacher."
"Get lost. You've wasted my breath. If it weren't for Hei Zi, I wouldn't have bothered with you!" Zong Wudao didn't forget to lecture Han Lang. This was his usual practice.
In fact, Han Lang could clearly feel that Zong Wudao's lecture contained some concern. Of course, a stubborn person like Zong Wudao would always use Hei Zi as an excuse.
There was one more thing that Han Lang didn't tell him, and it was about superpowers.
Zong Wudao had always thought that Han Lang's ability was Esper Immunity, but that wasn't the case. Han Lang's ability was Absolute Darkness, which was many times stronger than Esper Immunity. However, Zong Wudao had already formed a pattern in his mind. If Han Lang told him that he was using Absolute Darkness, he didn't know if he would anger Zong Wudao.
"I'll tell him later." Han Lang thought for a moment and muttered to himself.
Training, compiling the drug index, and watching the live broadcast of death. It seemed that Han Lang's life was only left with these three things.
His training progress was quite good. Every week, he could increase his Source Power Index by an average of 230 points. Zong Wudao would also let Han Lang enter colder waters every week to increase the intensity of his training.
The changes that happened to Han Lang's body were very obvious. After a month at the base, Han Lang had become thinner than before. The high-intensity training had taken away the last bit of fat on Han Lang's body, making his body more standard. His shoulders were broad, and his waist was slender. Although he looked thin, the muscles on his body were obvious.
Another night of training was over. The training that Zong Wudao had arranged for Han Lang was very special. It didn't require time or progress. It only required one's realm. As long as Han Lang could enter that deathbed state, it would be considered a success.
Han Lang walked into the cafeteria, feeling a little tired. It was still early, but the cafeteria was full of people. Many of them had dark circles under their eyes. No one spoke, and they all lowered their heads to eat. It was very different from when Han Lang had first arrived at the base a month ago. Back then, every time he went to the cafeteria, it would be filled with laughter and all kinds of unreliable gossip.
But now, the atmosphere in the base made Han Lang feel depressed. It was as if everyone suddenly didn't like to talk.
"Still eating roujiamo?" the cafeteria auntie asked when she saw Han Lang.
"Yes, and a large cup of hot chocolate would be fine," Han Lang added.
"Why do you like eating roujiamo so much? I feel that the roujiamo I made isn't enough for you, "the cafeteria auntie joked with Han Lang.
Han Lang said, "That's because auntie's cooking is good. I've never eaten such delicious roujiamo outside, so I can't get enough."
"You kid!" The cafeteria auntie's face was full of smiles. When making roujiamo, she specially added several pieces of red pork belly and poured Han Lang a large cup of sweet hot chocolate.
"Thank you, auntie." Han Lang took breakfast and was about to go back to his room to eat. As soon as he walked to the door, he saw a soldier in his late twenties running out from the direction of the entrance of the ruins. He was wearing a full combat suit and was covered in blood.
"Dr. Zhivago! Go to the infirmary! Someone is injured! "the soldier shouted.
Dr. Zhivago, who was eating breakfast, threw half a bowl of soy milk on the table, grabbed his glasses, and rushed out of the cafeteria to the infirmary with the soldier.
A few seconds later, a tram came from the direction of the ruins. Several soldiers carried a stretcher and rushed all the way to the infirmary. The person on the stretcher seemed to be seriously injured. His face was pale, and there was blood all over the ground. After the stretcher left, the cleaner quickly picked up a mop and cleaned up the traces on the ground.
As they cleaned up, they whispered to each other.
"How many is this?"
"It's the third one today."
"What a torture. I don't know if he can survive. Director Li and the others are also down there. They haven't come up for a long time, right?"
"Of course. The assault team has been down there for half a month. Now even the people working on the ground are going crazy. You can imagine how much pressure they are under."
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