Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Back to Room 302.

Xilun locked the door but did not rest immediately.

He sat on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink into the depths of his mind.

On my retina, the deep red data panel reappeared.

That battle just now was not only a fight to the death, but also a test of skills.

[Skill: Bone-Crushing Fist (Beginner)]

[Progress: 56/100]

【Special trait: Spiral penetrating force, capable of breaking bones and shattering the heart】

Watching his proficiency increase slightly, Xilun sensed the flow of energy within his body.

All he knew was that in this dog-eat-dog world, only data on strength was the most reliable guarantee.

Outside the window, the wind and snow continued to rage.

But Siren's breathing had become steady and long.

Like a wild beast lying in wait.

The room was dark, with only the faint yellow light from the gas lamp.

Xilun stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

Cold water dripped down his chin and splashed into the ceramic basin.

The mirror reflected a young face with sharp features.

The bandage wrapped around his abdomen showed glimpses of dark red.

Fester's idea of ​​a "circular conscience" was still swirling in his mind.

What kind of person am I?

Xilun stared at the person in the mirror.

Kill Morgan, kill Erma.

A fist smashes bones, a blade slits throats.

There was no hesitation, no guilt.

"Did I do the right thing?"

Xilun murmured.

He then nodded slightly.

Everything I have is for myself.

"My actions and conduct are guided by a clear mind and are absolutely correct."

Faces flashed through my mind.

Mentor Ryan's face was as cold and hard as iron.

Kanavi, gripping the gun, his face trembling in the corner.

Fester's inquisitive expression.

Kemi's ingratiating smile.

Governor Yuri's face was unfathomable.

Next, there were the parents from the original owner's memories.

The sharp tongue of a mean woman, the disgusted expression of a cold man.

It was like a tangled mess, trying to disrupt his thoughts.

Xilun turned on the tap.

I scooped up the icy water and splashed it hard on my face.

Water droplets splashed on the mirror, shattering the illusory reflections.

He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and lay down on the bed to sleep.

In a daze, he saw himself in the mirror, his face distorted, composed of several familiar faces.

Ryan earnestly advised him: "A young man with potential."

Lothas said seriously, "The lives of young people are limitless."

Kanavi's eyes were clear: "Hey buddy, want some milk?"

A promising young man.

I want to do something for the people around me, and incidentally, to maximize my own interests.

This is enough.

......

When Xilun woke up, it was already broad daylight; he had been sleeping soundly.

He grabbed a towel and wiped his face dry.

Xilun pushed open the door of the Iron Cross Club.

A cold wind blew into the hall through the cracks in the door.

Several people were already in the training room.

The air was filled with the smell of sweat and the pungent odor of liniment.

He took off his coat, leaving him in only a thin, coarse cloth shirt.

Walk to the wooden dummy in the corner.

Let's start warming up.

The muscles stretched, and the bones emitted a faint popping sound.

Strength surged beneath the skin and flesh.

A faint black, net-like texture appears on the surface of the skin.

With each punch, the fist slammed into the hard wooden stake.

boom.

boom.

The dull thud echoed in the empty training room.

On the retina, a deep red stream of data pulses continuously.

My proficiency is gradually increasing.

[Skill: Iron Wall Breathing Technique (Proficient)]

[Progress: 415/500]

【Characteristics: Strength gradually increases, skin hardens】

He's just one step away from becoming an "expert."

I practiced for half an hour.

Xilun stopped what he was doing and walked to the wooden bench in the corner to sit down.

He pulled the hard, dry bread out of the paper bag and chewed it vigorously.

The bran scraped down my throat, bringing a rough, satiating feeling.

The door was pushed open again, and Kanavi walked in.

He had dark circles under his eyes, but his back was much straighter than yesterday.

Xilun swallowed the food in his mouth and waved to him.

Kanavi came over and sat down beside him.

"How is it?"

Xilun opened his mouth.

"fine."

Kanavi shook his head slightly, his voice a little hoarse.

Xilun didn't press the matter.

He swallowed the last bite of bread and got to the point.

Did your father teach you anything about your baptism experience?

Kanavi paused for a moment.

He pondered for a moment, organizing the memories in his mind.

"According to my father, one must first practice basic breathing techniques to the expert level."

"Then continue to hone your skills until you hit a bottleneck."

Kanavi gestured with his hands.

"At that time, your body will naturally experience a complete sense of relaxation."

"It's like being completely immersed in a powerful ocean current."

"At this point, you can take the corresponding potion."

Kanavi swallowed hard and continued.

"The power of the potion will help the skin be fully refined."

"If you can get through this, you will advance to the first level and become a true baptist."

"The next stage is the tempering of flesh and blood."

Xilun listened quietly.

My mind raced with calculations.

I have a long way to go before I am baptized.

It will probably take another three or four weeks to advance to the expert level in the Iron Wall Breathing Method.

If I reach another plateau in my training, it will probably take several months.

Originally, his thirst for power was not extremely urgent.

Just follow the steps to complete the progress bar.

But, for some reason, the huge ripple beneath the surface of the Greywater River suddenly popped into my mind.

That large snake, which was close to being a mid-level mutant species.

Xilun's heart skipped a beat.

I always felt that beast was lurking in the shadows, silently watching me.

The words of the District Governor of Losas still echoed in my ears.

To monsters, the extraordinary are nothing but prey.

He put his hand into his pocket.

The rough fabric rubbed against the back of my hand.

My fingertips touched a thick roll of banknotes.

That was twenty pounds that he had taken from the assassin Quinn.

This is the largest sum of money he owns.

"Perhaps we could buy some medicine to speed things up."

Xilun's mind started to wander.

But then I thought about it again, and the price of Frostwolf Potion was still unknown.

He loosened the banknotes and pulled his hand out.

......

3 PM.

The training has come to an end.

Xilen wiped the sweat off her body with a towel and put on her coat.

Walk to the club's front desk.

The receptionist was a young man with slicked-back hair.

"I'd like to ask about the price of Frostwolf Potion."

Xilun was straightforward.

Without saying a word, the receptionist took out a black-covered booklet from the drawer.

Push it onto the table.

Xilun opened the cardboard cover; the pages were slightly yellowed, and some basic medicines were listed on it.

At the top of the list is the secret medicine that elite trainees drink every day at noon.

The effects are clearly stated: relieve physical fatigue and alleviate muscle soreness.

Price: Two shillings per bottle, or two club points.

Scroll down to Xilun.

My gaze was fixed on the middle row.

Frostwolf Potion.

It helps break through the limits of the skin membrane and increases the success rate of washing.

Price: £18, or 360 credits.

Xiren stared at the number, his breath catching for a moment.

Eighteen pounds!

It almost emptied his entire fortune.

He closed the booklet and didn't read any further.

Are there any ways to earn points?

Xilun looked at the receptionist.

The receptionist gave a professional smile.

"some."

He bent down and took out another blue booklet from under the counter.

"As a contracted fighter, you can look at the first page."

Xilun took it.

The booklet has a rough leather texture on its surface.

Turning to the first page, it was filled with densely written assignments.

As one of the eight major clubs, Iron Cross naturally undertakes a large number of external commissions.

These tasks are specifically assigned to contracted students who have achieved success in their cultivation.

Xilun quickly scanned the area.

[Assist the Lower City Metropolitan Police Department in clearing out the Razor Gang's stronghold. Reward: 30 points.]

Escort a batch of extraordinary materials to the North District. Requirement: Expert-level combat skills. Reward: 50 points.

Hunt down mutated water monsters in the sewers. Reward: 20 points, depending on the size of the monster.

[Cooperate with the Losas District Governor to search for traces of the intermediate-level mutant in the Greywater River. Reward: 100 points.]

Xilun's gaze lingered on the last line for two seconds.

One hundred points, extremely risky.

He went through these tasks in his mind.

Snapped.

Xilun closed the blue booklet and pushed it back to the counter.

"I'll think about it some more."