Bang Bang Bang!
Kieran's legs kept landing kicks on the sandbag that was as tall as a man. The sandbag that was hanging from the ceiling let out a series of heavy thuds.
The muffled sound lasted for a full five minutes before it stopped.
Huu, Huu!
Kieran was panting and wiping his sweat. The tiredness on his face couldn't be concealed, but at the same time, his eyes were shining brightly.
Some of his guesses from before were being verified one by one in the past few days.
The most direct one was the relationship between his body attributes and skills.
In this interfered dungeon world, although his body was restricted to the limits of a common man, his skills weren't. Once they were unlocked, he would be at Transcendence.
However, Transcendence skills didn't match the limits of a common man's body.
The latter was already inconceivable to a common man.
However, it wasn't enough for the former.
The most basic example was Transcendence [Hand-to-Hand Combat]. The basic requirements were Strength D +, Agility D +, and Constitution D +. For Kieran, who had all his attributes at E +, it was a whole rank difference.
However, Transcendence [Hand-to-Hand Combat] could still be used.
It was just that its power had dropped by more than a little, and more importantly … the consumption!
Based on Kieran's comparison, when he used his legs to fight, the consumption was more than double of his normal form. When he fought the Bomber, he clearly felt the difference, and in the past few days, he started to carefully record the difference in his mind.
It wasn't just a habit of Kieran's.
It was also because Kieran knew it was necessary to do so.
A person who didn't know the limits of his strength was far inferior to a person who knew how to use his strength and allocate his stamina reasonably.
Kieran didn't want to be the former.
Especially in an unfamiliar dungeon world.
Picking up the glass beside him, Kieran sipped the warm water with salt and walked back to the sandbag.
After a deep breath, Kieran dished out another kick.
Bang Bang Bang!
The quick kick caused the heavy thuds to echo in the air again.
However, unlike before, the muffled sound this time was much softer, but it lasted longer than before.
Ten minutes later, when Kieran stopped, he looked like he was still at ease.
Kieran did not waste the past few days.
After proving his conjecture about his body attributes and skills, he started to adjust his body, striving to bring out the corresponding power of his skills with his current body attributes.
In simple words, he started training his [Hand-to-Hand Combat] again from the basics and grasped his own rhythm.
It was not easy.
Kieran failed many times.
Fortunately, Kieran was not someone who was afraid of failure.
Therefore, he finally succeeded.
Not only could he display the power of his Skills with his current Attributes, but he also seemed to have gained a new understanding of his Skills.
Although the Skill Pane didn't give an exact notification, the wonderful feeling of mastery was still there in his heart.
Kieran was very sure of this.
However, at the same time, Kieran was sure of one thing: he seemed to be lacking something.
Even though he couldn't pinpoint where the lack came from, he was sure if he could find it, it would be a great help to his strength.
So, Kieran adjusted his body while searching for other skills.
He hoped to find that "inspiration" through different attempts.
Of course, Kieran didn't try everything. Some of the skills that couldn't even reach the most basic attributes, Kieran wouldn't try it no matter what.
The most typical example was [Sword Skill, Myriad Viper]!
For [Sword Skill, Myriad Viper] which required B rank Spirit at its basic level, and Kieran who only had E + Spirit, the difference of almost three ranks was like an insurmountable chasm.
On top of that, the Spirit attribute's mysteriousness made Kieran maintain a certain level of vigilance.
Overexerting one's stamina might only make one tired for a while.
But overexerting one's Spirit?
It might very well turn one into an idiot.
It wasn't Kieran's wild guesses, it was the speculations he came up with after he slowly understood the relationship between Spirit and soul. Although he didn't have any conclusive proof, as long as there was a possibility, Kieran's personality wouldn't risk it. After all, according to the plan, it wouldn't be long before he unlocked his attributes.
After a few days of accumulation, his reverse energy had reached three times of preservation.
On top of that, notifications about obtaining reverse energy were still popping up endlessly.
Soon, the fourth reverse energy preservation would appear.
However, compared to the speed two days ago, the speed had started to slow down.
"After the novelty wears off, people will naturally forget about me?
What a scary competitive environment. "
Kieran exclaimed softly.
He could easily imagine the fear and despair of a famous person when they were slowly forgotten. Unless they had real perseverance, otherwise, they would definitely do something extremely exaggerated.
These things might seem inconceivable to a common man, but to the people around the famous person, it was only natural.
Because …
Once a famous person tasted the benefits of being famous, everything else would become dull and tasteless.
It was like power.
It was a divine medicine, but also a poison.
Any slight contact with it would cause one to sink into it.
However, Kieran wasn't one of them.
His goal was clear, he wouldn't get lost in it.
Dak, Dak, Dak.
Kieran went up the stairs and when he pushed the door open and left the training ground, he saw Eckart sitting on the sofa in the living room.
Behind Eckart stood a tall and ferocious bodyguard.
Other than Eckart, there were three more bodyguards around the villa, providing 24-hour security for Kieran.
All of these were arranged by Eckart.
After learning that the Bomber was from the Noroid Church, the director arranged everything in the shortest time possible, and when Nuna represented the Hypnotist Association, the director doubled the number of people he had to deal with the Bomber.
In fact, if it wasn't for the lack of ace bodyguards in the security company, Eckart would have arranged a team of fully armed bodyguards around him and Kieran.
"How are you?
Are you used to this place?
Do you need me to find you someone to … accompany you to relieve your loneliness? "
Eckart waved at Kieran.
As their collaboration deepened, the two of them got closer, and they were able to joke and chat like friends.
"No need.
This place is nice enough, I don't want to be disturbed by strangers. "
Kieran rejected Eckart's suggestion seriously.
He knew if he didn't reject, Eckart would really do it.
No one could underestimate the resources a director of a TV station had.
On the first day he moved in, Kieran already experienced it once.
The situation back then was terrible, and Kieran didn't want to go through it a second time.
"Mm, it's a special time now.
"The appearance of strangers is indeed a problem."
"Damn Noroid Church."
Eckart nodded and cursed again under his breath.
Kieran didn't remind Eckart about the wrong way of thinking, because he knew if he did, it would lead to a bunch of troublesome and useless questions.
Kieran didn't care if he was called an apostle.
But when he faced doubtful gazes from acquaintances, Kieran couldn't handle it calmly.
So, Kieran shifted the topic.
"Not good enough in terms of food."
Kieran said seriously.
"That's the best chef I can hire.
But some real chefs can't be moved by money. They stay in their own restaurants and slowly build their own brand. "
Eckart laid his hands open and looked helpless.
The collaborator before him was undoubtedly excellent, whether it was in terms of ability, personality, or moral character, he was very reliable.
But his tongue seemed to be a little too picky.
Some dishes that Kieran thought were decent couldn't even get a good review from him, yet he tried his best to finish every dish.
It was contradictory.
At least from Eckart's point of view.
But he didn't hate it.
Therefore, Eckart did his best to make arrangements.
"I can only guarantee that if everything goes well, you will be able to taste the food cooked by a true master tonight."
Eckart said as he took a brown paper bag from the bodyguard.
"Have a look.
It's the material for this episode.
I've discussed it with the production team for half a day before choosing it. "
Eckart gave the paper bag to Kieran.
The paper bag was filled with a thick stack of papers and a dozen pictures.
"Antique vase?
Bottle of Misfortune? "
Kieran glanced over the pictures and then at the papers. The description on the papers was very detailed.
The vase was crafted from gold and silver by the famous blacksmith, Curseman, around 700 years after the founding of the Neo Union.
Because of its high cost and exquisite craftsmanship, the vase was sought after by the people the moment it hit the market. Using that as an opportunity, Curseman started to exhibit it all over the Union. He didn't just earn a lot of money, he also made the vase known as' Curseman Vase '.
However, the good times didn't last long. During the second exhibition, Curseman accidentally fell off the stage and died.
People didn't care at first, treating it as an accident.
But soon, accidents happened to the exhibition team one after another. The five-man exhibition team led by Curseman all died in an accident, and the rest of the performance team also had more than ten people who died in different accidents at different times.
Bottle of Misfortune!
Gradually, the title became the Curseman Vase, and its fame far surpassed the name itself.
After the accidents happened one after another, the second exhibition tour was forced to stop, but Curseman's son didn't give up.
Half a year later, the Curseman Vase's third exhibition tour began.
However, something even more shocking happened. Curseman's son committed suicide on the night before the exhibition tour.
'I was wrong.'
'I knew it would bring misfortune.'
The short last words were written on the table.
The third exhibition tour ended in failure, spreading the name of the Curseman Vase across the whole Neo Union. It was reported in countless newspapers, and in the end, the vase was sent to a private museum by the Curseman family. A few days ago, the private museum agreed to work with Rain City's public museum to exhibit the vase together, and only then did the vase see the light of day again.
…
Kieran quickly flipped through the papers and gathered the general information before turning his attention back to the pictures.
The pictures were in color and looked new, obviously not a recent reshoot.
The dozen pictures were all about the Curseman Vase from different angles. Other than that, there was nothing else.
"Do you have more detailed information about the vase?"
"Newspaper clippings and some sketches of the accident scene."
Kieran looked up at the pictures.
In the days before cameras were common, sketching always occupied a considerable position.
"I've already sent someone to collect them.
If they are quick, you can see them during tea time.
Also, we have an appointment with Rain City Museum at 7 pm, after the museum closes. "
Just like how Eckart knew Kieran didn't like to be interrupted when he was reading, he also knew that if he wanted to have a pleasant conversation, he would have to tell Kieran everything.
Eckart knew what he knew, so he better tell Kieran everything he knew.
"Um …"
"Then shall we go now?
I want to have a look at the vase of misfortune first. "
Kieran asked after pondering for a while.
Although they had agreed on a time and seen the pictures, Kieran didn't mind seeing the vase with his own eyes.
"No problem."
Eckart nodded.
…
Outside the Rain City Museum, compared to the usual scattered crowds, the crowd was much denser today.
The ten-meter-tall banners hung by hot air balloons, the scrolling electronic subtitles, and the occasional introductions told everyone why the tourists had come.
The Vase of Misfortune!
After the museum's publicity, the curious tourists had long been attracted to the museum.
As for the so-called 'misfortune'?
Before it really happened, most people wouldn't believe it.
They would believe it was just a series of coincidences.
Or maybe it was just a story made up.
Of course, there were also those who respected the vase.
Such a person would never exist in the crowd.
Other than that, there were also people like Kieran, who had ulterior motives.
"I'll go buy the tickets."
Lyn Amie knew his own identity very well, he didn't even need Kieran to say anything; he went to the temporary ticket counter.
Rain City Museum was open to the public, from Tuesday to Saturday, from 10 am to 6 pm. Most of the tickets were supported by Rain City's finances, a small part of it was through donations.
However, it was different this time because the vase belonged to that private museum, so they were the ones who called the shots.
Still, the ticket price of 15 wasn't that expensive.
However, some people didn't think so.
A scrawny man dashed into the museum when the ticketing officer wasn't paying attention.
"Stop! Stop! "
"Security! Security! "
The ticketing officer shouted.
A couple of security guards dashed over, but the scrawny man was very agile, he dodged left and right, escaping from the security guards' clutches.
Then …
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