"There are actually such changes and restrictions!" Sheyan gasped in astonishment! His mind was spinning fast, and he quickly understood a lot of things on a deeper level.
From the looks of it, the nightmare realm's method of molding humans should be a very perfect process. It was similar to the process of painting a famous painting that had been handed down for generations.
The contestants who had just entered the Realm were like those worthless tree barks or bamboos. The Realm did not impose any roles on them. They were allowed to work hard in various worlds, and the Realm set some rules that were beneficial to their growth. Of course, those who were eliminated in the process were indeed rotten wood that could not be carved.
The process during this period was similar to the pulping, modulation, copying and processing of papermaking.
When the contestants awakened and became Growth-Hunters, this was also the time when the changes were the greatest. The contrast between before and after was also the greatest. Tree barks and bamboos would become white, smooth, and fragrant paper. They would go from worthless to famous products.
The next test for the Awakeners after becoming Growth-Hunters and so on should be to process paper and adapt it to various uses. For example, rice paper suitable for traditional Chinese painting, canvas suitable for oil painting, sketch paper suitable for forearms...
The various trials and tests after that were similar to starting to draw a painting.
In the end, the contestants that were tempered by the realm were like famous paintings with different styles! A masterpiece that would be handed down for generations after many processes of processing!
Of course, the number of people who were eliminated was definitely not less than the amount of paper wasted to draw a masterpiece!
Sheyan believed that the biggest change in the process should be the step from contestant to Growth-Hunter. The later tests might be more difficult than the Growth-Hunter trials, but they should not be as suffocating as before. Becoming a Growth-Hunter was equivalent to becoming a talent. The later processes would be like sculpting, and it was impossible to deal with them in the open like at the beginning.
Sheyan might seem to be at ease and confident in the process of breaking through the boundary, but just look at how Reef was forced into a corner before he met Sheyan. One could tell how great the pressure was.
Sheyan carefully scrutinized his current attributes and quickly came to a conclusion.
"It seems that after becoming a Growth-Hunter, it's absolutely impossible to rapidly increase my basic attributes. More importantly, due to the restriction of attribute allocation, I'll definitely invest my basic attribute points in my main attributes. The direction of evolution of every Growth-Hunter will definitely become more and more distinct. This is an irreversible trend. "
"But what about my weak attributes? For example, I have 21 free attribute points, which can increase my Strength or Physique by 7 points. But if I invest them in Charm, I'll only increase it by 3 points. I'd be an idiot to do that. But what if I suddenly find that I need Charm??? "
"Equipment! Only by making up for this shortcoming with equipment will I not be at a disadvantage! I can foresee that after becoming a Growth-Hunter, the reliance on equipment will become even stronger. Oh, then as the leader of the party, I will have to pay more attention to this point. "Sheyan nodded. Sheyan nodded.
Suddenly, Sheyan heard a rustling sound above his head, followed by a few strands of sand sliding down from the smooth steel wall. The nightmare imprint then transmitted a message:
[Growth-Hunter No. 1018, your trial has been completed. Due to your military rank privilege, you can use the beginner auction house system that can only be used by Awakeners in advance. This function will be activated after you return to the nightmare realm.]
[Growth-Hunter No. 1018, your trial has been completed. This trial field will be abandoned. The energy restriction will be removed in 10 minutes. Anyone can enter at that time.]
"Then I'll have to hurry up." Sheyan stretched his neck, as his joints emitted soft crackling sounds. After exiting the training grounds, his condition had yet to recover to its optimal state. Naturally, he had to take out various recovery food from Jinkuang and wolfed them down. After all, there was still the basketball teenager, Hakeem, waiting for him outside.
With Hakeem's military rank, Sheyan could easily find out the information Hakeem could, and for free! Fortunately, the food Zi prepared for Sheyan this time was of high quality, and Sheyan also had an honorary dosage that he had not used yet. Ten minutes of non-combat recovery time was more than enough for Sheyan.
Five minutes later, Sheyan stood up and walked back into the elevator. Sheyan's temperament had become more restrained. He did not seem to have undergone a major transformation. Instead, he gave off a dispirited feeling.
When the elevator stopped going up, Sheyan took a step out. He immediately felt a prickling sensation on his back. He remained calm and deliberately sneaked a few steps before turning his head in horror. He saw Hakeem sitting on the Torch of the Statue of Liberty, and the basketball in his hand was gone.
The moon in the sky was round, but it had a strange red hue to it, as if it had been soaked in blood. Several strange creatures hovered in the air behind Hakeem. Upon closer inspection, these creatures turned out to be half-rotten vultures. Their eye sockets were hollow, with ghostly fire burning in them. Large blood-red sarcomas grew on their heads, and their mouths were very sharp. They looked like they could easily peck and tear through tough armour and drag out the steaming bloody organs inside.
"You're not running anymore?" Hakeem sneered. The voice transmitted to Sheyan's ears was quite strange, as if there was a microphone talking in all directions.
As soon as Hakeem's voice fell, a half-rotten vulture swooped down at Sheyan. The way it swooped down with its wings spread gave off the illusion of a strong wind blowing against Sheyan's face.
What was even stranger was that a sharp dagger tip suddenly appeared 30 centimeters behind Sheyan's back. It had suddenly grown out of thin air!!
The tip of the dagger glowed with a strange blue light, and even had a dark gold colour to it!
If Sheyan retreated to avoid the vulture, he would undoubtedly hit the tip of the dagger. Hakeem's plan was to toy with Sheyan to death in the illusion! He wanted Sheyan's every move to fall into endless fear, so much so that he could not determine the right way to react!
But when the giant vulture swooped down, Sheyan used an unexpected method - he pounced directly at the giant vulture, as if he was going to risk his life. This thing was an illusion created by Hakeem. How would it dare to risk its life against Sheyan? It could only pretend to be panicked and fly away.
After a long while, he crawled back up while cursing. When he turned around, the dagger that suddenly appeared had already vanished. Sheyan's eyes flashed as he looked at the dagger in front of him. Sheyan's eyes flashed as he stared at Sheyan. Sheyan coughed and spat out a mouthful of sticky phlegm, which stuck to a stone next to him.
Hakeem's blood rushed up from all over his body! Because the stone contaminated by Sheyan's phlegm was Hakeem's disguised face! He was so angry that he almost wanted to chop Sheyan into pieces with his dagger, but at this moment, Sheyan seemed to have lost control. He pointed at Hakeem on the Statue of Liberty and scolded loudly.
"You idiot! Do you only know how to hide? Do you dare to come down and fight to the death with me! "
After hearing this, Hakeem hurriedly suppressed his anger, but in order to avoid exposing himself, he did not dare to wipe off the sticky phlegm on his face …. Seeing Sheyan running towards the stairs under the Statue of Liberty at high speed while cursing, Hakeem could only quietly follow him. This time, Hakeem directly turned invisible and quietly followed him.
But when Sheyan reached the top of the stairs on the first floor, he suddenly stopped with his back facing Hakeem, as if he was preparing something. Hakeem had already lost his patience. He planned to go up and slit Sheyan's throat first, but he did not expect Sheyan to suddenly turn around after he went up two or three flights of stairs.
Hakeem, who thought that his stealth was flawless with the help of the illusion, immediately stopped. He still did not think that Sheyan was strong enough to see through his illusion. However, what happened in the next second caused Hakeem's mind to go blank.
Sheyan's pants were undone when he turned around. He had a domineering look of contempt on his face. When the thing in his crotch saw the light, it pointed straight at Hakeem. Then, a stream of pale yellow urine was poured over, drenching Hakeem's head and face!
If the previous spitting was an accident, then the current piss on his face was absolutely not a coincidence. Hakeem's personal strength could be said to be very strong. Of course, he also thought highly of himself. Being spat on and not daring to wipe it off was already a great humiliation. Now that his face was drenched in urine, it could be said to be the greatest humiliation of his life! Only blood could wash it off!
Hakeem did not know that his surroundings had been completely seen through by Sheyan. With a roar, he pounced straight at Sheyan! The dark gold dagger in his hand glowed with a mournful light.
His dark gold dagger was thin, sharp, and thin. It even had a slight curve. If one looked at it carefully under the light, it would even give off a visual illusion. This meant that when the dagger was swung out, it would vibrate slightly in the air at high speed. Once it came into contact with the enemy's body, it would not be an ordinary swipe or cut. It would be mixed with a saw-like cutting method. Not to mention a human, even steel would find it difficult to withstand such an attack! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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