Chapter 132 Self-created? Brain-opening skills!!
A day's work came to an end quietly in the busyness.
As Wang Jian said earlier, the workload has indeed doubled.
The task of cremating corpses became extremely arduous. Corpses of the damned were lined up and sent into the incinerator. Although it could not be said that the supply was endless, it was enough to keep people busy and overwhelmed.
To the extent that Feng Mu, the old "chef", was so busy that he never let go of the spatula. The meat on the "pot" was not stir-fried evenly, and the juice and oil splashed everywhere. Some parts were even burnt black and had a strong smell of burnt meat.
Feng Mu did not delve into the reasons behind the increase in the number of corpses. He just honestly completed his day's work.
While cleaning the shovel, his movements were skillful and calm. However, just as he wiped off the last drop of water and was about to finish work, an unexpected event occurred.
In the ordinary skill column of the system panel, a new skill icon was condensed - [Cooking·Elementary (1/100)].
"System, are you sure you are not mistaken? Is this so-called cooking skill really what I thought it was?"
Feng Mu's pupils suddenly shrank and an unbelievable shock surged in his heart.
Then, his mind was as if washed by an invisible force, and a series of detailed knowledge about cooking flooded into it: how to control the heat, how to stir-fry, and especially the various techniques for stir-frying meat. Although this knowledge was basic, it was extremely detailed.
However, every time I stir-fry meat in my memory, the meat in those pictures is unbearable to look at.
After digesting this sudden shock of information, Feng Mu silently made up his mind:
"Although this knowledge seems quite professional, I will never use this cooking skill to cook. At least, I will never eat the food I made with this cooking skill, not even a single bite."
For Feng Mu, the emergence of cooking skills both frightened and surprised him.
Cooking skills are not important, but Feng Mu has already felt the deeper meaning behind this skill:
The skill generation mechanism of the system is not just based on learning and imitating secrets, it can actually create out of thin air, and it is a blind creation!!! Corpse burning and cooking, these two seem to have nothing to do with each other in the eyes of ordinary people.
To insist that there is some kind of connection between them is as absurd as having your brain bitten by a haunted corpse.
But if we deny the connection between them, it seems that there is a lack of a little bit... imagination? Feng Mu was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes showed a glimmer of sudden enlightenment: "Yes, it is imagination, imagination?!!"
"It doesn't require any logical connection in reality, nor any scientific basis. All it needs is a slight similarity in imagination, and the system will be able to make some kind of judgment and generate corresponding absurd skills out of thin air?"
"Well, cooking as a skill is not absurd in itself. But if it is linked to cremation, it is undoubtedly an extremely bizarre and absurd skill."
"Since the generation of skills this time jumped from burning corpses to cooking, then next time, who knows where it will derive from and what kind of skills it will generate? Maybe it will really create some outrageous skills..."
"For example, if I pick up chopsticks to catch a fly, will the system generate a unique sword technique based on this? And if I don't catch the fly, but choose to wrap the chopsticks with a string and throw them, then will the system go crazy and create... a sword-controlling technique?"
As Feng Mu rode his bicycle away from the incineration plant, all the while strange and unscientific thoughts ran through his mind.
Suddenly, he had an additional happy worry.
"So, should I continue to study and practice various secret manuals step by step, or should I just let my imagination run wild and let the system create its own ideas?"
The former is like a carefully cultivated farmland. Whatever seeds you sow, you will reap what fruits. It can provide continuous and stable output, without unexpected twists and turns, and will not bring too many surprises.
The latter is more like a card-drawing game planned by a dog. You never know what you will draw next time. It may be a hand full of useless cards, or even a bunch of empty prizes of "thank you for your patronage".
But who can guarantee that after countless attempts, one won’t suddenly have a burst of luck and win the coveted SSR-level prize? “What troubles, ah.” Feng Mu sighed.
The mount under his butt seemed to sense his master's distress, and made a grunting sound as it turned with difficulty.
After a long time, Feng Mu appeared at the entrance of Douqiong Martial Arts Hall. He looked up at the plaque that had been repaired and hung up again, walked into the front yard, and his eyes immediately fell on the withered tree in the middle of the yard.
At the roots of the dead tree, a patch of newly turned soil was slightly raised, as if it had been carefully turned over by someone and applied with a layer of life-nourishing fertilizer, emitting a faint earthy smell.
When Feng Mu stepped into the threshold of the gym, his eyes first fell on the front desk, where Hong Ya was squatting, yawning, chewing her meal lazily, and quietly enjoying a moment of leisure.
Then, his gaze gently turned and fell on the center of the dojo, on those students who, although they had limited talents and ordinary roots, were still giving their all and sweating profusely. They were struggling to display their respective martial arts on various instruments.
He had a vague answer in his mind: "I want both. If I don't want to be a corpse buried under a dead tree, I must constantly improve and produce. But if I don't want to be mediocre and end up being trampled under the feet of even more terrifying monsters, I have to draw cards and try my best to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle."
"In fact, I have always done this, just like my choice of eating iron. Raw iron must be eaten continuously, and bad iron must be swallowed and digested with great effort."
"The only problem is that my energy will be dispersed and I won't have enough time. Then I can only think of ways to gain more skill points to irrigate the fruits like crazy, and..."
"Compress your sleep time every day, and squeeze your time and energy like a sponge, squeeze, and squeeze again. Never rest until the last drop of excess moisture is squeezed out."
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"Starting tomorrow, no, starting from tonight, I will only sleep for three, no, two and a half hours."
There was a flash of cruelty in Feng Mu's eyes. It was not the cruelty towards others, but the cruelty and harshness towards himself.
"Junior Brother, you're back. Here, your food is here. I locked it up for you so that it won't be stolen by Senior Brother."
Hong Ya looked up and saw Feng Mu coming in. She quickly reached out her hand, tightly grasped his wrist, and cordially pulled him to the front desk. She took out the key that she always kept close to her from under her lapel and lightly opened the locked buckle on the cabinet.
A bulging thermos bucket was quietly placed in the cabinet, filled with tempting food.
As the lid of the thermos barrel slowly opened, a steaming, fragrant aroma of rice immediately filled the air.
Feng Mu picked up the thermos without hesitation and began to wolf it down, enjoying every bite with grease hanging from the corners of his mouth.
Obviously, no worries are more important than eating.
During the meal, Hong Ya said, "Junior brother, you'd better live in the martial arts hall in the future, so that you can ensure that you get enough nutrition for three meals a day. Master said that the most important thing for martial arts training is to eat well, otherwise you will kill yourself."
Feng Mu nodded slightly. He had already considered this suggestion, and responded: "That's true, but the martial arts hall is a little far from the incinerator, so it's not very convenient for going to work."
Upon hearing this, Hong Ya said, "Oh, by the way, Master asked about you this morning. He specifically told you to quit your job at the incinerator and either stay at the martial arts hall to help me manage it, or ask the senior brother or the second sister to help you find a suitable job.
Feng Mu was stunned for a moment, then nodded. What can I say? Could it be that Master, this old man, is a worm in his stomach? He actually saw through my thoughts in advance and was so considerate.
……..(End of this chapter)
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