In a small bedroom with a yellow wooden floor.
A blue-eyed baby was barely standing in the cradle, one hand on the armrest of the cradle, looking out at the swaying branches outside the window. There was a big pagoda tree by the window, its branches swaying with the wind, and two palm-sized sparrows were chirping as they jumped around on the branches.
Garon, whose hair had not grown out, looked at the sparrows with his eyes wide open, with a towel wrapped around his butt and a small ball in his hand, he was still in a daze. He was thinking about the choice of Secret Techniques.
"Out of all the Secret Techniques that I have mastered, the ones that are still useful, and then combine them and fix them, leaving 53 Secret Techniques. Then, I will sort them out from these 53 Secret Techniques. Absorb the strengths of each Secret Technique, and combine them into a Secret Technique that is suitable for my body, leaving 13 Secret Techniques. "
Garon rubbed his chin, frowning slightly.
"The Secret Techniques can be divided into a few categories. First, Special Effects, after practice, it will produce special effects like Red Jade Palm, Poison Sand Palm, etc. Second, Basic Specialty, after practice, it will increase speed, vitality, defense, attack power, etc. Third, Balanced Type, there is no extreme direction, but only the overall potential of the body, it has the effect of prolonging life, increasing wisdom and strength. "
"The Living Secret Technique naturally changed from the first category to the third, and now it has completely become a cultivation method. However, the disadvantage is that the speed is slow, the same energy has to be distributed to all attributes, so naturally the speed will be slow. "
Garon glanced at the 13 Secret Techniques that he had sorted out.
"Now that my body has been improved by the Frost-Fire True Water Evil Technique, it would be best for me to practice the attributes of ice or water. I should just choose the ones with special effects, special Secret Techniques that have effects in different worlds should also belong to the category of the basic laws of physics. "
"Among the 13 Secret Techniques, there are only two with special effects, the Black Claw of Sethe and Andrina Capture. The Black Claw of Sethe has four levels, it is an attack supplementary Secret Technique with cold poison, after every level, the cold poison will continue to strengthen. On the other hand, Andrina Capture sounds like a capture, but in reality, it will cultivate a kind of ice needle-like force, and when it is used in a capture move, it will be quite powerful. "
Garon hesitated, but still chose the Black Claw of Sethe.
Creak …
The door opened, and the mother, Reese, walked in in a white dress. She began to change Garon's diaper carefully. The four-year-old Jason stood aside and looked curiously at Garon. No one knew what he was thinking.
Slap.
Garon decisively threw the toy ball in his hand, hitting Jason right in the face.
Woo … Wah!!
The little brat ran out of the room crying.
"Jason, Jason! Stop! "cried Mother Reese.
"Oh my god, you little devil. You're so young and you're already bullying your big brother. What will happen when you grow up?" Te Reese pinched Garon's face hard, changed his diaper in a hurry, and ran out to chase after little Jason.
Garon was the only one left in the room.
He stood in the white cradle and continued his train of thought.
"These Secret Techniques that I can pick out are all at least at the level of top-notch Secret Techniques. Their power should not be inferior to the Divine Statue Technique. However, the Black Claw of Sethe is not completely suitable for my own Secret Technique. I still need to continue to fix the details. Maybe I can combine some of the ideas of other Secret Techniques … "
He started to think again.
Time passed by slowly. Every day, Garon repeated his boring life. Mother, Te Reese, would read the latest international psychology journals on her laptop while taking care of Garon, who did not cry or make a fuss.
Usually, when Garen cried once, it meant that he wanted to eat. When he cried twice, it meant that he wanted to poop. When he cried thrice, it meant that he felt uncomfortable being wrapped up. Compared to the neighbor's little brat, Serin, who was born a month ago, he was much less worrisome.
However, such a boring life was torture for Garen. Fortunately, after a few months, Garen's father, Emma, came up with a set of early childhood education materials, and started to teach Garen early in his life.
*****
"Don't you think it's too early? Normally, babies only start learning phonemes when they're two or three years old, right? "Mother, Te Reese, sat aside folding baby clothes.
"Have you ever seen a baby who could crawl at one month old?" Father Emma asked as he flipped through the prepared early childhood education materials.
"But I asked a friend who specializes in babies. She said that they usually start formal language education after they're a few years old. If they're too young, they'll slowly forget their previous memories as they grow older."
"Have you ever seen a baby who could crawl at one month old?" Emma picked out a book and started flipping through it.
"You might be a burden for the child. He's seriously lacking energy right now. He's only four months old!" Te Reese stood in front of Emma with her arms crossed.
"Have you ever seen a baby who could crawl at one month old?" Father Emma put down the book and said seriously. "I suspect that my son is a genius!" He said seriously.
"Alright, alright. Every parent thinks that their child is a genius. Maybe they used to be." Te Reese sat down helplessly.
"Then, let's start." Father Emma placed the early childhood education materials in front of Garon. They were filled with colorful drawings.
"First, we'll teach the basic phonemes. Then, we'll teach the letters." Emma had a good plan. He was very confident after his experience with Jason.
Garon opened his eyes wide. He felt that he shouldn't be too eye-catching. It was better to look normal.
"The first letter, A …" Emma opened her mouth to Garon.
“.....”
“a....”
“.....”
The two of them stared at each other with their eyes wide open.
Mother Te Reese stood up and walked out speechlessly. Not long after, she came back with a baby wrapped in red swaddling clothes and placed her in Garon's crib.
"This is our neighbor's little Serin. Her mother went out to visit. Mr. Viktor had to organize some people to go to the security team. She's been temporarily sent to us to take care of her for two days."
Little Serin was older than Garon by more than a month. She was placed in the crib and didn't move at all. She just sat there. Her shiny black glasses were like gemstones. She stared at Garon with unusual purity.
"If you want to teach, we'll teach together." Mother Te Reese said and ran outside to read her thesis.
"A … Come and repeat after me … A …" Emma stared at Garon, unwilling to give up.
“.....”
"Come come come, look at me. Look at your father's eyes. You're a genius. You're a genius. You're a genius. You're a genius. You're a genius. You're a genius …" Dad Emma was on the verge of breaking down.
“k。”
Emma said excitedly.
"It's not K, it's A … Look at my mouth."
“k...”
Garen followed the shape of his mouth, but the sound that came out of his mouth had strangely turned into K …
"Oh my god!! Te Reese! Te Reese!! "Dad finally broke down. He threw down his book and rushed out of the room to call his wife.
Garon shook his head uninterestedly. He turned his head and looked at little Serin beside him.
The baby at this age was bald like him. He couldn't tell what she would look like in the future.
"Let's just focus on my Secret Technique …"
He refocused his attention on his Secret Technique and his elemental abilities.
He glanced at his current attributes.
'Garon Thomas: Strength 0.2. Agility 0.2. Vitality 0.3. Intelligence 0.4. Potential 0%. '
"I'm really poor …" He was helpless. He looked at his Skill Pane again.
'Soul Seed: Northern Trident Frost-Fire True Water Evil Technique – 1 Attribute Average Upper Limit Increase per year. Innate Vitality Modification Inclines Towards Frost-Metal Attributes. '
'Secret Technique: None.'
Then, then there was nothing.
This body didn't have any skills. His potential points were all used up in the Mother Stream.
Since he had chosen his Secret Technique, Garon began to focus on the first round of Beginner's Training.
The Black Claw of Sethe had a total of four levels. The first level required special syllables, postures, and concentration. Only by completing a set of precise frequency blood flow could one be truly Beginner.
However, Garon didn't need to go through so much trouble. His Soul Energy's strongest ability was to affect his body's blood flow through his nerves. This was actually the exclusive ability of a Grandmaster of Combat, Aura.
After concentrating and forming Aura, the Soul would be qualified to affect the body through Aura. In other words, the Soul Energy needed Aura to be truly unleashed. Otherwise, it could only be like a normal person. Using the surface of the Soul's consciousness to control the nerves and daily life actions, it would not be able to achieve the goal of precise control of the body.
"The first level of the Black Claw of Sethe is to train and strengthen the heart, slowly changing the nature of the blood. This requires me to absorb the coldness at 12 o 'clock in the evening, when it's the coldest, so that the body can adapt to the coldness without being harmed. By using special blood flow, I can achieve the goal of adjusting the blood flow without harming the body. "Garon sorted out the order in his mind.
"Originally, I would need a lot of external materials and herbs. However, my body has been modified by the Evil Technique. This bit of coldness is nothing. As long as I absorb the coldness at 12 o 'clock every day, it will be fine. "
After making up his mind, Garon laid down and began to rest his spirit. He no longer cared about little Serin beside him. This was his first Beginner's Foundation Establishment. He needed to be very careful. After all, he was only a few months old. His body was too weak.
In the afternoon, when he woke up groggily, he was fed milk by his mother, Teresa Reese. The amount was not enough, so she added two bottles of imported camel milk. Only then did he manage to eat his fill and sleep.
When it was almost night time, his father, Emma, came again. He probably wanted to try the early education again. Unfortunately, when he saw that Garon was sleeping soundly, he resentfully retreated to wash his diapers.
Mother, Teresa Reese, stayed in the room, occasionally checking to see if little Serin had wet the bed. Most of the time, she was reading her own journal papers. As for little Jason, he was squatting in the living room watching cartoons.
Night slowly came. The sky outside the window turned from white to grey, then slightly dark. Finally, it was completely dark with stars.
This room was on the second floor. There was a town road outside. From time to time, cars would drive by. Yellow and white headlights would streak across the room's ceiling. One could vaguely hear children playing in the distance, as well as the barking of dogs and cats.
Mother, Teresa Reese, used the table lamp to surf the net. Only until late at night did she wash up and turn off the lights to sleep with his father.
Just as the two of them gradually fell asleep, Garon suddenly opened his eyes and woke up in the cradle.
He crawled out of the swaddling clothes and glanced at little Serin on the other side. This little one was sleeping soundly.
The clock on the wall indicated that it was almost 12 o 'clock.
Garon was half-naked, wearing only a white diaper. He sat at one end of the cradle, quietly waiting for the time to pass.
In the darkness, only the road lights outside the window shone on the room's ceiling. It was the only source of light in the room.
A car drove by outside. There was a faint rhythmic music coming from the car, as well as the laughter of young men and women.
Garon sat in the cradle. His hands formed a strange and complicated hand seal. The hand seal formed was like an irregular tree branch. It looked a little like an L, but also a little like a bigger A.
His body was in a sitting position. Only one of his eyes was open and the other was closed.
Time passed by slowly. Garon maintained this position. It looked like he was not moving at all, but in reality, it was slowly changing. His hand seal followed each heartbeat, slowly changing into different hand seals.
Dang … Dang … Dang …
It was 12 o 'clock.
Garon's heart suddenly moved. It stopped for a moment, then quickly started beating at an even faster rate.
He focused his aura, controlled his body, and started to finely adjust his blood.
"Black Claw of Sethe First Grade, Heart of Frost."
In the Attribute Pane, under the Secret Technique category, it was no longer completely empty. Instead, a slightly red complicated symbol slowly appeared. Its shape was similar to the hand seal Garon made. It looked a little like an L, but also a little like an A.
'Secret Technique:
Black Claw of Sethe – First Grade, Heart of Frost 1% (Total of four grades) '
This state only lasted for a few minutes. Garon quickly recovered from his training. He felt a slight ache all over his body. He looked at the changes in the Secret Technique category.
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