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The six attributes, aside from the last few, are quite straightforward. Strength likely refers to muscle power and physical strength—increasing this attribute would probably make someone a good laborer. Agility likely refers to running speed and reaction speed. Constitution refers to physical endurance and resistance to damage. As for the latter attributes, they are more abstract and harder to understand.
Without additional explanations for what these attributes do, one can only rely on personal experience to interpret their effects.
If I had to choose, "Strength" and "Agility" would be the most straightforward to test. The former could be measured with a grip strength tester or by playing a boxing game. The latter could be tested by simply measuring one's speed.
While simple, Li Mo didn't have the tools at hand to test these attributes. Alternatively, he could go to a gym, where professional equipment would be available. He actually knew of a gym nearby, one he had noticed while running between hospitals. It was called something like "Silverman"?
After some thought, Li Mo finally decided to invest his precious attribute point into "Strength." Attributes like strength should be easy to test—simply lifting heavy objects would suffice.
After allocating the point, he left the bathroom and moved to the more spacious living room to conduct his tests.
First, he tried throwing a punch. Li Mo could clearly feel the difference in the feedback from his arm. As he ran his right hand over the muscles of his left arm, he noticed a subtle change. Before he could fully adjust to his new physical state, he used his phone as a makeshift mirror, taking off his shirt to observe his current appearance.
His body had changed. Li Mo's original body was average—neither fat nor thin, not strong or muscular, but also not flabby. Now, the muscle contours visible on his phone screen told him that this was no longer his old body.
His purity had increased.
Whether it was psychological or not, when Li Mo threw another punch, he felt like he could hear the sound of air being sliced.
Was the improvement this noticeable with just one attribute point?
His emotions were hard to calm. The unease from his recent illness still lingered, but as he grew more familiar with his body, that unease was pushed aside. In its place came questions.
As everyone knows, this is a normal world. What use is such a system here? And that "Softening" technique—if I recall correctly, it's a combat skill. What use would I have for that? As a student, I'm not going to get into fights. Is there some kind of underground fighting tournament I'm supposed to join?
Moreover, I don't even know how to use it. This tattered panel looks like it's been chewed up by a dog. What am I supposed to do? Tape it back together?
Having accepted the changes to his body, Li Mo stopped using his phone to observe himself. The hexagonal attribute chart on the "Level Up" panel had subtly changed. The balance was broken, and it was no longer a perfect hexagon. It would drive anyone with OCD crazy. But after staring at it for a while, Li Mo got used to it.
He gradually accepted this reality and instead began to feel frustrated with the invitation letter in the "Items" section. Not knowing how to use it was like going to the bathroom and realizing there was no toilet paper.
It wasn't until his stomach growled, reminding him it was time to eat, that Li Mo temporarily set aside the invitation letter. He went out to the nearest ramen shop for a meal. After returning home, he put the invitation letter out of his mind and began to ponder his future. Now that he was no longer plagued by his illness, he needed to think about how to move forward.
Forget about long-term plans. He needed to consider whether he should go to university after high school. Abstract questions without real-world support couldn't sustain him for long. Later, Li Mo spent some time playing games. Normally, school didn't assign homework, except during long vacations. Of course, if he wanted to get into university, he'd have to attend a cram school. In reality, Japan's academic pressure isn't that extreme—it's just highly polarized.
After playing for a while, Li Mo shut down his computer. Night had fallen, and lying in bed to sleep was the best option. As the room plunged into darkness, he closed his eyes and drifted into a deep sleep. The next time he opened his eyes, it would be morning.
That's how things should have gone…
"What is this place?"
When Li Mo opened his eyes again, he found himself in an unfamiliar room. And instead of staring at the ceiling, he was looking at a normal room.
The walls and floor were made of wood. Through the open wooden window, he could see lush trees and greenery.
He wasn't lying in bed but standing on the wooden floor. Confused, he searched his memories but couldn't find any place that matched this location.
It was completely unfamiliar.
Li Mo was certain of this.
"Oh. You're here?"
An elderly voice caught his attention. The voice belonged to a hunched old man with gray hair, age spots on his face, and sunken cheeks. He wore black-rimmed yellow sunglasses, a red round hat, a dark red coat, and leaned on a cane. He looked like a frail old man, one who might collapse at any moment.
An old man and a wooden house.
It was a peculiar combination, and the word "hermit" came to mind.
But… there was something familiar about this old man.
The old man asked, "Young man, do you know what 'martial arts' are?"
"Martial arts? If you mean like in movies…"
"It's fine if you don't know. A blank canvas is easier to paint. This old man will teach you well."
The old man set down his cane.
Wait…
Martial arts?
Li Mo's memory flashed back several hours ago, when he had just experienced the subtle changes from allocating his attribute point. His attention had been focused on the unusable item in his inventory.
「Softening」.
This was a term Li Mo wasn't unfamiliar with. As he recalled, memories flooded his mind, helping him vaguely remember the identity of the old man before him.
To clarify.
The man before him was over a hundred years old.
Yet, despite his body's deterioration to an unimaginable degree, his attacks came like a tidal wave, as if standing on the shore facing an incoming typhoon or tsunami.
Martial arts.
It is a skill that allows the weak to overcome the strong. It is a power that enables children, women, and the elderly to defeat young, strong men.
Thus, the young Li Mo was like a piece of wood in front of the elderly man, utterly defenseless. Each strike brought a deep understanding of force. Yes, even though it was just a fist hitting him, Li Mo felt as if arrows were being drawn within his muscles, guiding him on how to move.
When ordinary people are struck, they feel pain and react instinctively. The techniques ordinary people practice are forgotten the moment they are hit due to physiological reactions. Therefore, the first step in martial arts is to learn how to take a hit while remaining conscious. For Li Mo now, the pain was minimal. He could feel the force of the old man's strikes and was guided on how to 「soften」 the impact.
The old man's attacks carried a certain rhythm, and under his guidance, Li Mo grew rapidly like a sponge.
At this point, if Li Mo still didn't understand what was happening, he would be a fool.
The 「Softening」 Training Invitation had unknowingly activated.
Time flew by like an arrow. In this strange space, the ability to perceive time was greatly diminished, as it was always daytime. There was no way to judge the passage of time by the rising or setting of the sun.
Until—
He woke up.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar ceiling. The faint sunlight streaming through the curtains indicated the time of day.
"Was it all just a dream?"