With a thunderous blast echoing on the pristine walls, Yang Feng let out a mournful wail as he continually massaged his reddened fists, unable to weep despite the agony within.
The system… Didn't you say I possessed the might of an army? How could it still hurt so much? "
Believing that one has attained immense power, the sensation felt was akin to being able to crush a dog's skull. Little did one know, this…
Fairy tales were but illusions, now I myself was a patient in the advanced stages of mental illness.
Ding-dong~ Host, could you refrain from engaging in such intellectually stimulating activities? Have you ever witnessed anyone punching a wall with all their might without experiencing any pain? The dao of the System Fool.
Yang Feng released his swollen left fist with a nod and murmured, "It seems so too. But I feel like my power is about to burst out!" "
As the bedroom door creaked open, Yang Lianqing entered, her pretty face filled with uncertainty. With delicate hands gently patting her protruding chest, she ventured,
Yang Feng, what happened? Why was there such a loud noise? It scared me half to death. I even thought you had exploded inside. "
Er… Yang Feng's lips twitched fiercely. Was I supposed to remain stationary and explode? One cannot fathom what this little miss is thinking.
As Yang Lianqing beheld the dark indentations on the wall that resembled gloved fists, her petite lips parted slightly, and her fair fingers pointed as she spoke, "Yang Feng…" This... "
Yang Feng turned his head to take a look and couldn't help letting out an expletive before saying, "Damn it all—"
To think that one punch could create a black hole in the wall.
It is true... It is truly… To my surprise, it turned out that this so-called system was genuine. "
Yang Feng's eyes flashed with astonishment as he muttered.
Yang Feng could not fathom how this all-around system had bestowed upon him such formidable strength – would he not thus ascend to the pinnacle of his life? !
Having found an excuse to deceive his sister, he laid down in bed, his eyes fixed on the pristine ceiling, his heart overflowing with excitement.
System, would you be kind enough to enlighten me on your capabilities, so that I may gain a better understanding? "
Tinkle – The Beginner's Guide Commences. "
The mechanical sound of the system began resurfacing in Yang Feng's mind, as it intoned, "This system boasts the most advanced technology across the entire universe, possessing..." "
Yang Feng, lying in bed, his eyelids began to twitch as he listened to the ceaseless mechanical chatter in his mind.
Then he continued: "The host may transform their profession scrolls into lottery scrolls for the chance to win. The lottery is divided into five categories - profession type, special type, skill type, life type, and technology type." "
Yang Feng was immediately captivated; his eyes blinked as he murmured, "So there is still such a type of lottery." "
The system continued, "The scroll may be obtained upon completion of the task. In other words, the system sets tasks based on the host's situation, with higher difficulties translating into greater rewards. "
Yang Feng instantly comprehended that in order to complete the task, one needed the scroll to obtain various professions' mastery. Then, the scroll could be used to participate in the lottery, and with it, one could exchange for a raffle ticket. He had thought that all he needed to do was utter a few words and receive it freely.
It seems that there truly is no such thing as a free lunch in this world... …
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The second morning, the first ray of sunlight pierced through the window.
Yang Feng opened his eyes, only to discover that his strength had grown to an astonishing extent after getting out of bed. Upon seeing the black hole on the wall, he was overjoyed, realizing that everything that happened yesterday was indeed true.
Yang Feng suppressed his joy within, and began brushing his teeth, washing his face, and shampooing his hair. Arriving in the small living room, he noticed that his sister Yang Lianqing had left him breakfast on the table – a cup of soy milk and a pair of fried dough sticks – for less than three yuan.
Each morning, they would not spend more than eight yuan on breakfast together.
Yang Lianqing naturally carried her backpack to school every day. She would spend a considerable amount of time in class studying before dawn, for she knew that being a top student required extra effort beyond the norm.
After breakfast, Yang Feng arrived at the school gates with a light step, his heart slightly agitated. He did not know what lay in store for him after acquiring his full-time system.
At that moment, a dozen thugs made their way over from not far away. To their surprise, the leader turned out to be none other than Chen Xu, the wealthy young master whom he had severely beaten up a few days ago.
His countenance betrayed a paleness that spoke of an empty vessel drained by the excesses of wine. He was indeed the pampered son of wealthy nobility.
And behind him, several rowdies narrowed their eyes, raised their brows, swayed their shoulders, and followed slowly with hands in pockets.
Yang Feng's heart skipped a beat. This wealthy young master was quite influential; it was said that he had committed many misdeeds in the past, which his father had suppressed. After all, power carried immense weight, capable of crushing people underfoot.
Bing-dong——Acquire the live task, profession [Mercenary], resolve these unseemly extras within a minute. Reward for completion: One lottery scroll; penalty upon failure: The system will unleash a million volts to render the host handicapped (after the stipulated time).
Yang Feng was taken aback as he replied woodenly, "System, what task is this that you have assigned me?" Within a minute, resolve their plight or transform me into a cripple? To play in such a way is not advisable. "
And yet, an icy mechanical voice echoed within.
There remains time: 58 seconds.
With a fierce twitch at the corner of his mouth, Yang Feng's eyes shot toward the dozen or so gangsters approaching. With a tight grip on his fists, their knuckles cracking audibly, he pondered, now armed with the power of a mercenary, was there any need for him to be afraid of them?
Child, it was precisely you who… "
Before Chen Xu could finish his words, he felt a sharp pain on his face as he collapsed onto the icy ground.
Yang Feng had no choice but to act. Continuously spouting such nonsense would inevitably lead to his own disablement. He promptly slapped her.
"Lay on him, kill this little bastard—" Chen Xu stared viciously at Yang Feng with his eyes, bellowing.
As students gathered in clusters, their breaths held tight, they raced through the gates to feel the safety within. For ordinary students, these outsiders from society were indeed imposing.
Yang Feng was just about to act when an overwhelming fragrance of orchids assaulted his senses. With her ponytail swaying, she approached him, demanding,
What do you wish to undertake? I informed you that this is the school gate, do not act rashly, or else... Kang Shilan let out a girlish scream, stammering slightly as she spoke.
Yang Feng's heart warmed as he witnessed his deskmate, who had been by his side for over a year, stand before him. However, he did not need a woman standing in front of him.
What else can I say, little sister? The lead thug, with his yellow hair and sinister grin, spoke.
Han Shilan watched as they approached, her heart beginning to race. After all, she was merely a girl, and despite their menacing demeanor, she still felt a deep sense of apprehension at the prospect of facing so many punks. However, she had noticed that these individuals were clearly intent on attacking Yang Feng, and thus, she stood forward to speak up. After all, this was outside the school gates; they should not dare act rashly. But they had indeed crossed over.
At this moment, Yang Feng gently pulled Han Shi Lan behind him, a small gesture that tugged at her heartstrings.
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