Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

"Nigley?"

Lei Che shook his left arm; the area had been a little sore before, but it felt much better now.

Negri's body shape did not change much after the serum injection. She was originally a mixed-race black woman with neither delicate features nor particularly dark skin.

After the injection, her figure became more proportionate, slender, and powerful.

Her skin and pores have improved significantly, and she has become much prettier.

"Hey big guy, how's it going? Got a clue?" Nigley asked with a smile.

She was referring to the Six Styles.

The power of the Six Powers, after Matthew's demonstration, has become a skill that everyone feels they must learn and master.

This not only means that one has mastered a powerful technique, but also that one's physical fitness has reached the required level.

However, this is not something that can be learned so easily.

Even if Rai Che is a genius.

However, nowadays everyone is a genius, and it's impossible to say that one person is worse than another. At most, Raiche may know more skills, have a broader knowledge base, and be more observant.

So Nigley's comment was just a casual remark.

Which style do you focus on?

Reicher countered with a question.

Negri laughed: "So that's what you thought too."

"I think everyone else thinks the same way," Rachel said dismissively.

Everyone starts on the same footing, but the pace of growth varies. Nobody wants to be the slowest; everyone wants to be number one.

"shave."

"shave."

The two spoke at the same time, stating their priorities, and then smiled at each other.

"Let's see who can get started faster."

Nigley recalled the many small sparring matches he had with Reich in the 101st Survey Corps.

"Whoever loses buys the other a drink, even though alcohol doesn't really work on us anymore."

"OK." Reicher also became interested.

This kind of fair competition is conducive to growth.

Nigley suddenly thought of Matthew: "By the way, where did the Boss go? I haven't seen him for days."

"I don't know, our training methods here aren't really suitable for him," Rachel shrugged.

"Too."

The thought of Matthew made Negril's face turn green.

Less than half a month after arriving here for training, the outgoing girl challenged Matthew, and then she got a severe beating.

Their boss had absolutely no intention of showing any mercy to women.

The opponent immediately dominated with numerical superiority. While she was still intently watching him, he suddenly vanished and reappeared behind Nigley.

Negri had already sensed the danger, but his body couldn't keep up with his reaction, and he was mercilessly choked by the back of his neck.

There was absolutely no room for resistance.

This made her and everyone watching understand what a numerical gap is.

The two sides are not even in the same league.

Meanwhile, Matthew at Kamar-Taj was eagerly anticipating his three-month stint of signing in, wondering what amazing prizes he could get.

"Start check-in."

"Accumulate 90 days of check-in to unlock. Congratulations on obtaining Project Origin Technology - Energy Blade Technology."

Suddenly, a stream of information flooded my mind.

Matthew absorbed and read the information without changing his expression, neither surprised nor disappointed.

Project Origin is a dominant oligopoly located in a highly developed cyberpunk city that creates super soldiers by merging humans with machines.

Biomechanical fusion, gene modification, memory erasure, prosthetic modification, neural interfaces, artificial intelligence technology, etc.

However, due to its extreme indifference and cruelty, a large number of the modified soldiers formed a resistance army to fight against Project Origin.

You could say that Project Origin is inhumane, but you can't deny the advanced nature of many of the technologies it created.

As for energy blade technology, it is a type of weapon technology.

It is a terrifying weapon that can cut any material, with high-frequency vibration energy blade technology as its core.

For example, Project Origin—the high-frequency vibrational energy blade of the wind.

This is quite a good technology, as it breaks through some limitations of energy weapons. If we can continue to research this technology, we may be able to develop more powerful energy weapon technologies.

Unfortunately, it's not the complete Source Project technology.

We can sort this out and hand it over to the Ministry of Science and Technology later.

The sign-in process is random, and Matthew has confirmed that accumulating sign-ins over three months may not yield very good rewards. He plans to accumulate more time before signing in.

It can also be considered a kind of experiment on the system.

The next time will be in six months.

While Reicher and the others were training, Matthew himself was also busy, focusing on both physical training and magical knowledge.

After all, the upper limit of magic is very high.

He didn't rush back, but continued his daily reading and training. However, less than two days later, a small incident occurred in Kamar-Taj.

That night.

Inside the library of Kamar-Taj, Kaecilius, once hailed as the Ancient One's most outstanding disciple and the most likely successor to the Sorcerer Supreme, walked expressionlessly into the depths of the library.

Explosions and roars filled my ears.

That was the sound of battle.

"Damn it, what are you doing?"

Behind Casillas, the king was being besieged by six or seven mages. Although the king was very powerful, he was still struggling to cope.

Wang never expected that a rebellion would occur tonight.

The one who rebelled was Casillas.

As he fought off the attacks of Casillas' followers, he caught a glimpse of Casillas's movements deep within the library, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He realized something.

"Casillas, are you going to betray the light?"

"Light? It's a lie, just like the Sorcerer Supreme I once respected most, full of hypocrisy."

Casillas didn't even turn his head, and coldly replied.

He reached out and picked up a book from the shelf, his fingers gliding along the spine before finally stopping on the book whose cover read "The Book of Cagliostro".

It was a book written by the Ancient One himself, every page imbued with centuries of wisdom and warnings.

Kaecilius gently tore off a piece of parchment sandwiched between pages 247 and 248, on which were written in faded ink a spell leading to the dark dimension.

As he tore off the parchment, a red mark appeared on his forehead, a sign that only appeared when drawing upon dark power.

He threw down the book and turned to look at Wang.

The king caught a glimpse of the mark appearing on Casillas's forehead and was suddenly shaken.

"You...have drawn upon the power of darkness?"

He screamed, but there was only one price he could pay for doing so in the fight.

One of the middle-aged mages, with a cold expression, made a hand seal. The next moment, ice suddenly began to condense under the king's feet, spreading from his feet to his entire body and finally stopping at his neck.

Except for his head, Wang's entire body was frozen and he could not move.

Casillas slowly walked over, and under the king's angry gaze, a cold smile appeared on his lips. He was about to say something.

Suddenly, the entire library began to shake violently.

boom!!

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