Time passed day by day.
In the blink of an eye, a week had passed. Garon practiced this training method over and over again every day. This body's aptitude was indeed mediocre. In an average academy, he could be considered an average student. However, in Blackboard Academy, he could only be considered at the lowest level.
If it wasn't for Moonfang, he probably wouldn't be able to survive in the academy. After all, students with low scores had to pay a very high tuition fee. It wasn't something an average family like his could afford.
Therefore, even though he didn't want to use Moonfang, he had no choice but to continue his disguise in order to get in touch with the mainstream power system of this world.
These days of practice allowed him to see how mediocre his body's aptitude was. In a week's time, his Willpower had only increased a little. If he didn't pay close attention, he wouldn't have felt any improvement.
He didn't know how far away he was from the standard of Level 1.
Because of the slow progress of his aptitude, Garon had no choice but to find other ways to improve himself. The first thing he thought of was the potential points of his special ability.
Whoosh …
The heavy rain outside the window swayed, blowing the branches and leaves of the big locust tree to the side. The raindrops hit the leaves and the window glass, making a crisp sound.
Garon sat at the table in the dormitory. In front of him was a tablet, playing a video of a Mech battle. However, although Garon's gaze was on the video, his attention was actually on the attribute pane of his special ability.
'Nonosiva Lin — Strength 0.6, Agility 1.1, Vitality 0.4, Intelligence 1.3. Potential 0%. Soul Limit 40. '
'Willpower — Intermediate Basic'
'Potential — Void Pursuer.'
'Soul Seed — Northern Trident Frost-Fire True Water Evil Technique, Holy Phoenix Demonic Book'
'Secret Technique — Imprint of Steel: Strengthens and increases physical strength and vitality.'
"My strength has recovered after this period of training. My vitality has increased by 0.1. Not bad, in the absence of potential points." Garon had actually been paying attention to all kinds of things that had potential points. Unfortunately, during his hospitalization and after returning to the academy, he didn't find any items that had potential points.
Now that his aptitude was slower than a snail, he had completely lost his patience. If he continued to improve at this speed, he estimated that it would take at least ten years to reach Level 2 or 3.
He couldn't tolerate wasting so much of his time.
"Looks like I'll have to collect the knowledge of this world's human research and medical science. Reorganizing the Secret Techniques was one thing, but the ultimate power of the Secret Techniques was far from the Mechs of this world. The best way was to learn the knowledge of this world, absorb and integrate it. In the previous world, I forgot about this and used the Secret Techniques to destroy the power system of the entire world. This is very detrimental to the condensation of my Soul Seed. It's equivalent to taking the same path. "
Garon reflected and understood something.
To him, he had already reached the end of the normal Secret Techniques. The Soul Seed stage had already broken away from the normal Secret Techniques and had reached a new stage. At this stage, he would absorb all kinds of insights and condense different Soul Seeds.
"Secret Techniques can only be used for self-protection for now. If I want to reach a higher level, the only way is to absorb the advantages of this world's power system. Maybe I can push my level to a higher level." Garon hesitated and looked at the pouring rain outside.
"Let's go to the grocery market here."
It was still early, almost two o 'clock in the afternoon. Because there were no classes in the afternoon, Garon stayed in the dorm to rest and practice Blackboard Manipulation. Now that he had time, he could go to the grocery market near the academy.
The grocery market was a small market where all kinds of hawkers and merchants gathered together to buy and sell things. They bought some trinkets from the academy's students and sold them as merchandise.
For example, some of the senior students' notes and notes, their understanding of training methods, some small parts made by the maintenance students, and even some scrap metal taken out from the academy's warehouse. Anything useful or useless could be sold here. As long as it had a little bit of the Blackboard Academy's Mech Pilots, it could be sold for a good price.
At the same time, these hawkers would also buy goods from other places. They would buy goods specifically for the academy's students as a form of exchange.
There were even some hawkers who were academy's students.
*****
As usual, Corlanu was waiting for his brother at the entrance of the academy to come out and go back together.
Ever since he was accidentally injured during the Level One Assessment, he heard from his father that the matter had been resolved and the other party had been punished. He had also returned to his normal life. Every day, he would chat with his girlfriend on the phone, go racing with a few friends after class, play mech simulation battles, and practice his training methods at night.
The heavy rain fell on the ground beside his feet. The water flowed around the umbrella and almost formed a water curtain.
"Cole, let's go back together?" Among the people coming and going at the entrance, a red-haired boy waved at him and asked.
"No, I'm waiting for my brother." Cole smiled. "Didn't you guys go play cards? Why aren't you going now? "
"My dad had something to do at the last minute and asked me to get something." The red-haired boy came closer. "Oh right, I saw the new student from your previous assessment today."
"Oh?" Cole was slightly stunned. "Isn't he still in the hospital?"
"Looks like he's recovered. I don't know when he came out." The red-haired boy said casually. "What do you plan to do? There's something that requires a word from our brothers. "
The smile on Cole's face slowly faded, but he didn't say anything.
"You're the top student in our class, third in the second grade! If you don't fight back after being sent to the hospital by a new student, won't anyone dare to mess with our Class B 1? "The red-haired boy said unhappily.
"The matter of the surgery fees has been settled. This matter is settled." Cole calmed down for a while and said lightly. He looked at the red-haired boy who wanted to say something but stopped. He smiled again. "Alright, hurry up and play your cards!"
"Alright, alright, alright. You're magnanimous. I'll let this matter go. You said it yourself." The red-haired boy showed an admiring expression. "I really have to hand it to you. If it were me, if I didn't kill that kid, I …"
"Alright, alright. Hurry up and go." Cole interrupted him and patted the red-haired boy's shoulder. Only then did the boy walk away with the umbrella while cursing.
Watching him leave in the heavy rain, the smile on Cole's face slowly faded.
He kept recalling the scene of that day.
"That shot … was it a coincidence or …" He could still clearly remember the moment he was shot.
That shot was unbelievably accurate. It wasn't a standard posture, but was almost lying sideways on the ground. The muzzle moved slightly, ignoring the error caused by the huge recoil, ignoring the deviation of the posture. He didn't even need to aim, just moving slightly.
He could actually shoot his own cockpit with such precision.
"Brother." An equally calm voice interrupted his thoughts.
Cole came back to his senses and looked at his younger brother in front of him. He smiled.
"Let's go back."
His younger brother, Caus, was the top student in the first grade Class C2. He had short blue hair and wore gold studs. He was tall and strong. There was a faint scar on his right cheek. That was the mark he got from a fight in high school.
Caus stood beside Cole. He was a head taller than his brother. He tilted his head slightly and greeted the two girls passing by. Even if he had a smile on his face, he gave off a fierce vibe.
Cole walked in front while Caus followed behind. Both of them didn't speak for a while.
When they passed through the gate of the academy, Cole suddenly stopped and turned around.
"You don't have to care about my business. This matter is over."
Caus immediately flashed a big smile.
"I know, brother. I don't intend to cause trouble for him."
Cole frowned at his younger brother. He didn't know if he was telling the truth. His younger brother had always admired him since he was young. He was the standard no matter what he did. This time, he was seriously injured and almost died in the hospital. It would be strange if Caus didn't do anything.
"Forget it. Let's go home."
He turned around and hailed a rental hover car. He got in.
Caus smiled brightly.
"I've been busy with some troublesome matters recently. I don't have time to care about your business. I'll listen to you." He got into the taxi as well. However, no one saw the trace of viciousness hidden in his eyes.
*****
In the grocery market.
A rectangular silver canopy at the side of the academy blocked the heavy rain outside.
Under the canopy, there were many small cart vendors. Inside were even more street vendors. Near the canopy was the outer wall of the academy. There were even people who had pulled up cloth and built some small canopies to serve as shops. Inside, there was a colorful and dazzling line-up of everything.
On a rainy day, there wasn't much traffic in the usually crowded grocery market. A few students and outsiders wandered around in front of the street stalls and carts. They looked at more and bought less.
Garon blended in with the crowd and observed the stalls one by one.
As long as there was a potential aura within five meters of him, he would be able to sense it. However, he had already been here for more than ten minutes. After passing by more than ten stalls, he still didn't sense any potential aura.
When he passed by a small cart, Garon's gaze paused on something on the cart.
"Come, come, come. Take a look at the newest Babu Region's Butterfly Steel Plate. It's the most suitable to be used as a Mech's cushioning shrapnel. It only costs two hundred points per piece." The owner of the cart immediately greeted him enthusiastically. "Place a piece on the most worn areas. This will definitely provide a very good cushioning effect."
Garon glanced at the cart. There was a row of white garlic-like things hanging from it. They were strung together in circles. He didn't know what they were. Below it were densely packed with metal and wooden bottles. There were all sorts of small things.
From Mech parts to women's skincare products, to artificial crystal jewelry boxes and snacks, there was basically everything. There was a little bit of everything.
The cart owner was an uncle in his forties. His mouth moved up and down, never stopping. After greeting Garon, he went on to attract three or four other customers. For a moment, business seemed to be booming.
Garon's gaze swept across the cart. He still didn't sense any potential aura. This made him slightly disappointed. He was about to leave.
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something. He abruptly turned back to look at something by the side of the stall.
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