Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 562 I am so strong now that I want to die!

Reality is not a game, and people are not NPCs.

Numbers cannot measure everything, because numbers have no eyes, and cannot detect [Blade Armor], [Ghost Shadow], [Void Claw], [Soul Funeral] and other limit-breaking skills that are beyond the normal martial arts.

The numerical values ​​cannot observe the strange abilities beyond science, such as [Corpse Veins], [Blood Bar Eyes], [Shadow Symbiosis], [Feast], [Blood Madness], etc.

Not to mention the foul trump card [Marry the Dead Twins].

With so many things to say, can you say that these things have no effect on combat power?

The increase is too huge!

If an ordinary person obtains one of them, it can be considered as being favored by [fate] and cheating.

But Feng Mu's body was covered with things that were invisible to the naked eye!
The paper strength of ordinary people may have some deviations, but it is more or less of reference value. Now it has completely lost its reference value and only has deceptive significance.

"I am very strong now, so strong that I don't even know how strong I am!"

Feng Mu also wanted to test the limits of his current strength, but it was difficult because he needed a perfect reference for comparison.

A living reference object that he could use all his strength against and even nearly kill himself in the end.

Only in this way can he truly see the limits of his own strength.

Unfortunately, this kind of reference is too hard to find and can only be encountered by chance.

Feng Mu really wanted to die more and more, but it was just a thought. He couldn't possibly die on purpose. But unless he encountered a real life-and-death crisis, he couldn't expose all his cards for no reason.

"I am invincible within the fifth rank, so killing people across ranks in the sixth rank shouldn't be a big problem...right?"

Having said that, he couldn't give a definite answer.

The score range for a fifth-grade warrior is 50-100, which is within common sense.

However, the scoring range for the sixth grade is 100-1000, and the span between the upper and lower limits is really outrageous.

It is no exaggeration to say that for warriors who have obtained the sixth-grade warrior certificate, the gap in strength between them may be as huge as a chasm.

It is probably easier for the top ones to crush the bottom ones than for the fifth-grade ones to kill the first-grade ones.

As for the seventh rank?

It is no longer a difference in numerical values, but a qualitative change in the level of life, a dimension of another species.

"My life level may be considered as another species' dimension, but my strength should not reach the seventh level, so among the sixth-level warriors, which level do I belong to?"

Feng Mu did not realize that the problem he was struggling with was exactly the common confusion of many evil sacrificial parasites and strange polluters.

The life level suddenly rose, but the strength was seriously lagged behind.

This strange sense of separation often causes non-human beings to fall into extreme mental contradictions.

Sometimes he is so wild that he does whatever he wants, and sometimes he is so scared that he trembles with fear.

In the final analysis, it is nothing more than an inaccurate positioning of one's own strength.

If the diagnosis is too low, you will be terrified and worried about being caught for autopsy, which is actually not a big deal; but if the diagnosis is too high... the outcome is often more tragic than death.

Typical reference figures include Feng Yuhuai and Dong Ping.

Feng Mu no longer worried too much, as his upgrade was not yet complete, as there was still a most important filial son who was crying out for food and needed to be "hatched" out urgently.

Feng Mu stood up and walked to the mirror.

He turned his head to look at a row of mirrors embedded in the wall next to him.

The mirror was specially placed by Liu Yi, and no one knew where he knew it from, but Feng Mu liked to look in the mirror to observe his condition while practicing.

In the Internal Inspection Department, when it comes to loyalty and management, no one can match him. But when it comes to pleasing people and being thorough, Liu Yi, who is a technician, is the most meticulous in this regard.

Feng Mu's eyes flashed with blood, and three magatamas slowly flowed in his eyes.

Under the reflection of the mirror, several scarlet blood stripes appeared one by one.

His eyes were fixed on one of the numbers - [98/98].

This is the health bar of [Feast]. Since it fell into a deep sleep last time, [Feast] has not made any sound.

After observing for a period of time, Feng Mu was basically certain that [Feast] did not lie to him, but was really hungry to the point of "fainting".

Feng Mu smiled and said to the mirror: "You are an honest child. Dad will go get you some fresh milk."

As soon as Feng Mu opened the office door, several subordinates on duty immediately came up to him.

Feng Mu set an example by taking charge of the Second Prison. Most members of the Internal Inspection Department were deeply influenced by him. They ate, slept and ate in the prison, and their enthusiasm for work was incredibly high.

In my previous life, 996 and 007 were nothing compared to them.

The key is, they never ask for overtime pay, they truly work for love!

Feng Mu smiled and waved his hand, and his subordinates retreated with a look of tact and disappointment.

Feng Mu walked to the incineration room alone, closed the door, and casually opened the innermost hatch.

Several pieces of "fresh milk" covered with white fine sand were slowly spit out. Wang Cong did not disappoint him and always managed to make the "ingredients" fresh and clean.

Feng Mu couldn't help but smile, thinking:
"Although Liu Yi is the most considerate, he is still not as good as Wang Cong in some things. He understands my taste in food better."

Liu Yi grabbed his heart, Wang Cong grabbed his stomach, and Guan Zhong wanted to dig out his heart and give it to him!

The Second Prison truly made Feng Mu feel the warmth of home.

The current Second Prison has undergone several unexpected purges. From top to bottom, from prison guards to prisoners, everyone is his cherished family member.

He really didn't want to lose any more family members.

But there is no way. In a large family, there will always be some family members who can't help making mistakes, and his life will make other family members live miserably.

For these "spoiled" family members, the best destination may be to turn into "fresh milk".

Feng Mu's fingers gently stroked the "fresh milk packaging", and a moist sucking sound was made when his fingertips touched the surface, as if he was really sipping boxed milk.

After a few seconds, the milk was sucked clean and the shriveled box fell to the ground.

There is no need to clean. Later, Wang Cong will naturally put the "fresh milk box" into his self-cleaning gourd for final recycling without any waste.

Prisoners are heartless creatures, but when they turn into fresh milk, they love their home even more!
“What a pleasant life!”

Feng Mu likes the current rhythm and atmosphere of the Second Prison very much. Anyone who attempts to break this tranquility will inevitably face his most brutal revenge.

Not only for himself, but also to protect every family member in the Second Prison.

[99/99]!

[100/100]!
[101/101]!

The constantly jumping blood bar above Feng Mu's head was reflected on the spotless metal door of the incineration chamber.

The blood bar suddenly flickered, emitting a strange black light, with mottled fine lines faintly appearing on it.

It looked like a rectangular egg that was being pecked open bit by bit by something from the inside. Between the cracks, dark red tentacle-like substances could be vaguely seen wriggling.

Something is about to hatch from the health bar!!!
(End of this chapter)