Chapter 9: Qi Meridian Hand, the hidden benefits brought by skills!
Good morning, dear residents of Happiness City!
[This is Happy City Morning Radio, accompanying you at 6:00 every day. I'm today's announcer: Little Sun. I hope to bring you warmth and happiness through the radio waves!]
First, let's check out the weather. Look out the window! A playful downpour is gently blanketing Shi Province. Nine cities, including Yun City, Yang City, and even Chuan City, home to our Happy City, are being embraced by this "gracious downpour." However, perhaps the playful rain is having too much fun. Flash floods, like infected players playing hide-and-seek, could emerge at any moment. Children out and about, remember to keep your eyes open and don't let the floods carry you to other provinces.
[Speaking of our neighbor, Cloud City, great news! The infection wave there has finally ended. It's a shame Leaping Sanctuary wasn't so lucky. I heard they suffered greatly from the infection and are now shivering in their underground facilities. Little Sun is cheering them on, hoping the haze will dissipate soon!]
[Oh, by the way, an important reminder! Some water-loving infected individuals have been affected by the heavy rain and may take a spontaneous "trip." Warriors of Happiness City who are about to go out must be on guard and don't be scared by these wild creatures!]
Next up is news from neighboring provinces: Saskatchewan has recently experienced a strange, dense fog. People who walk into it feel like they've fallen into cotton candy. Could it be that the clouds are secretly hiding us?
[A new source of tentacle infection has appeared in Hai Province. I heard it's a full thirty meters long and a distant relative of the Deathrattle Tentacles. Ugh, how disgusting!]
【....】
A vigorous female voice came from the tattered radio, which was inconsistent with the deathly theme of the wasteland.
Wrapped in the sound of rain.
'Uncle Dong' was lying in a rattan chair with his legs crossed, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan and occasionally cursing, exclaiming, and muttering curiously along with the radio broadcast.
The early morning radio broadcast every three days is one of the few entertainment options for the lower-class people in the buffer zone.
Unlike the evening reports that were broadcast on time every day, which always had an iron-gray tone and contained the threat of death between the lines, it seemed that if one did not listen, they would be immediately torn to pieces by the infected body.
Little Sun’s reports always make people feel comfortable, as if the infected bodies have become friendly neighbors.
However, happy times are always so short. In the blink of an eye, half an hour of news time passed and the gossip broadcast from all over the wasteland ended.
The ending sound slowly came out from the radio speaker:
[Okay, the director is already urging us to finish, so... today's report ends here~]
Before we wrap up, though, I still need to say a few words to my family members living in Happy City. Please don't be afraid of the changes. We have dedicated guards cleaning the area around the city around the clock to minimize the threat of infected individuals. We have a real-time information sharing network established in collaboration with over twenty surrounding Sanctuary Cities, allowing us to monitor all dynamic changes immediately...
[Of course, we also have the most professional inspectors who can keep all infected bodies out of the checkpoints and protect the safety of every resident from the source! ]
[Get up quickly, take the energy given by the little sun and be full of energy today~]
"That's it?"
The sweet female voice disappeared and turned into a disordered noise.
Uncle Dong cursed with a hint of lingering regret, and took out his right hand which he had just put into his trouser pocket.
The damn rainstorm even shortened Little Sun’s radio performance by two minutes, missing the sweet singing segment at the end.
He was just about to start, and it was over?
He glanced at the electronic clock on the wall. The hands had just passed 6:31. Uncle Dong smacked his lips. His injured right arm began to hurt again in this humid weather.
"I still need to make more money and get the surgery sooner..."
It’s a damn rainy day, there will probably be no business at all all day.
But thinking of the expensive surgery fee, Uncle Dong had to get up and slowly pull up the shutter door.
The rusty iron chain creaked, and the scroll made the squeaking sound of old gears rubbing against each other. When a gap half a person's height appeared, a pair of scarlet eyes slowly appeared.
“Fuck!”
Uncle Dong shuddered with fear. After all, he had retired for many years and his courage had dropped greatly. At this moment, he was so scared that he took two steps back.
Bang.
The iron door was pulled by a pair of hands and lifted from the outside to the inside. The scarlet eyes looked down, revealing the young man's angular jawline.
"Xiao Cheng?"
Seeing that it was Cheng Ye, Uncle Dong was obviously relieved, but his heart was still pounding.
"Why are you so early in the morning..."
The words stopped in his throat. It was only one day since they last met, but Cheng Ye's behavior made Uncle Dong's memory a little confused.
The skin grew paler, and the dark blue veins underneath could be seen, like vines swollen by a rainstorm.
He used to have a flat body, but now you can see his muscles bulging, especially his chest muscles, which are slightly showing the shape of an inverted triangle.
In addition, with his many years of experience as a veteran soldier, Uncle Dong also noticed that Cheng Ye's hands seemed to have grown bigger?
This is a sign that only people who have practiced martial arts for many years will have. It means that the energy channels in the hands have been opened, allowing them to hold weapons better in close combat, or burst out with greater strength when using their bare hands!
"Uncle Dong, how much nutrient solution do you have here? Take it out. I want it all!"
Cheng Ye's voice was like sandpaper grinding against rust, so hoarse and scary.
Uncle Dong frowned, but ultimately didn't ask anything and quickly came out holding a box of nutrient solution.
"There are still 35 bags left. How much can you drink? Uncle Dong will pay for it today!"
No answer.
Cheng Ye stretched out his hands, grabbed two bags rudely, and put them directly into his mouth, squeezing them open.
A pulpy white liquid flowed down the sides of his mouth, and his Adam's apple moved up and down, making continuous gurgling sounds.
To be fair, the nutritional paste produced by Xingfucheng does not taste bad.
It's a bit like soy milk that's been diluted ten times, with a light sweetness and grassy taste.
This is also the only thing Cheng Ye is thankful for after crossing the wasteland.
The researchers of this wasteland world are not as stupid as those in many wasteland novels. They use the main food used by the lower-class humans to replenish energy and make dark dishes that taste terrible. In the end, the food gap forces some people to rise up and overthrow the class.
Drinking nutrient paste for a long time will make your mouth taste bland and your life lose some meaning, but it is much healthier than modern gutter oil meals.
"Six bags...eight bags...ten bags!"
Uncle Dong narrowed his eyes and observed that after Cheng Ye ate frantically, his face began to gradually fade from paleness and had a hint of blush.
The exposed skin no longer looks like it has been blistered, wrinkled and pale, but quickly recovers the color and luster that a normal person should have, and becomes healthier.
Especially those hands, Uncle Dong kept staring at them, his eyes flashing with envy and a hint of jealousy.
Qi Meridian Hand is one of the most desired talents for martial artists.
The various magical traditional martial arts of the old era were restricted by the changes in the direction of human genes and could never be developed and promoted. After being moved to the wasteland for many years and the genes returning to their original wildness, they finally found their place again.
But with his talent, he had practiced for a lifetime but hadn't even gotten into the door, while Cheng Ye, at such a young age, had already grasped a hint of the key.
Comparing yourself with others is really frustrating!
Soon, the eighteenth bag of nutrient solution entered his stomach.
Cheng Ye stopped and finally felt that the hunger in his stomach had dissipated a lot and became bearable.
"Uncle Dong..."
Before entering the door, Cheng Ye had thought of an explanation, but he didn't expect Uncle Dong to wave his hand first: "No need to explain. Before Aaron left, he actually left you a tube of gene-purified serum. You are really patient and waited until today to use it to maximize the effect."
Genetically purified serum?
What the hell?
Is it the same style as Captain America?
The original owner had never been exposed to such upper-class stuff in the inner city. He was either talking about love or writing poetry and songs all day long, which made Cheng Ye check his memory and think that he was going to be a trendy idol in the wasteland.
Now that Uncle Dong had given an explanation, Cheng Ye remained calm and hid the excuse he had prepared about taking a special medicine.
However, he was also cautious, fearing that Uncle Dong had made up a story to deceive him.
So he didn't admit it, but smiled and shook his head, saying, "Uncle Dong is joking. I've never heard of any enhanced serum. I was too busy at work yesterday and didn't have time to eat. I'm really hungry!"
"I haven't heard of it, okay? Remember to eat on time next time."
Uncle Dong smiled nonchalantly and pushed the remaining nutrient solution and the box over to him. "It only has two days left before it expires. Take it all away."
"How much?"
"I said I'll treat you, don't you want to give Uncle Dong this face?"
"Thank you, Uncle Dong. If you have any trouble in the future, feel free to come to me."
Cheng Ye patted his chest, made a big promise, and walked out of the store carrying the box.
Uncle Dong was able to fight on the battlefield for more than 20 years, and even when he was old and injured, he retired and came back to open a shop.
This is not something that can be achieved by cleverness alone, it definitely requires a tough and ruthless character.
"Investing in me with a box of nutrient solution to earn my favor... Coincidentally, I also need Uncle Dong to keep it a secret, so our goals don't conflict."
Entered the room and closed the door.
Cheng Ye opened ten of the remaining seventeen bags of nutrient solution and drank them. Only then did he finally feel a little full, and the hunger that was lingering in his mind was completely dispelled.
I went to the public restroom and took off my shirt. The body in the mirror was no longer as thin as before. It was covered with a layer of thin muscles overnight. Although the lines were not exaggerated, they revealed a powerful beauty.
Staring at himself in the mirror, Cheng Ye was in unprecedented shock.
"Too...too terrifying! The benefits this skill brings are far beyond my imagination!"
It's hard to explain scientifically what happened.
The basic power of level 1 not only brought him power skills and muscle memory, but also brought about changes in his muscles overnight, saving him months of hard training.
"Is it because the muscle memory of exerting force requires sufficient muscle support?"
"Then if I find a skill to improve my physical fitness in the future, can I still achieve such a huge improvement?"
Back in the room, Cheng Ye fell into a state of happy distress.
The sudden surge in strength greatly increased his chances of surviving the next field mission.
But the obvious changes overnight made it difficult for him to develop dormantly among the crowd.
Beep beep.
A call request came from the defense communication on the table.
Who calls me so early?
Cheng Ye looked at the screen curiously and suddenly froze.
It was not Liu Bi, but a name he had never thought of.
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