Full Awakening: One F is trash, three me

hum!

The mechanical sound fell precisely on time.

[Congratulations, host, on obtaining the F-rank talent: Pain Compensation]

[Effect: When stamina is consumed, an additional 1% stamina is restored per second. If stamina is too low, the restoration rate increases, but you will suffer severe pain.]

Class F.

The third F-level.

Yang Han was not disappointed at all; on the contrary, he was extremely excited.

Whether it succeeds or not depends on this moment!

Without hesitation, Yang Han activated his three talents simultaneously, as if by instinct.

Micro-recovery—Open!

Deploy with your life on the line—Open!

Pain compensation - Activate!

Three distinct energies converged violently within the body.

He was frantically draining Yang Han's stamina with his own life force, losing 2% of his stamina every second like a burst dam.

At the same time, both micro-recovery and pain compensation are activated, and the two 1% stamina recovery effects are superimposed, completely blocking the gap.

Not a penny more, not a penny less.

The next moment, a semi-transparent panel appeared in view.

[Host: Yang Han]

Strength: 100 (normal level 100)

Physical Strength: Ordinary Flesh and Blood

Speed: 10 meters per second

[Mental Strength: 1.5 (normal person: 1)]

In the bottom right corner of the panel, a line of small text began to flash.

[Death-defense output in effect, Strength +0.01]

[Death-defense output in effect, Strength +0.01]

[Death-defense output in effect, Strength +0.01]

Yang Han did not feel any physical exertion.

But the power is increasing every second.

100.01

100.02

100.03...

Yang Han's breathing involuntarily became heavier.

It increases by 0.6 per minute, 36 per hour, and... 864 per day!

Yang Han often had to have his strength tested at school, but his strength was always average, only about 100 kilograms. Now it seems that 1 point of strength is 1 kilogram.

In other words, as long as he lives, he can get nearly a ton of power for free every day.

No medicine, no cultivation, no consumption of any resources.

Three F-rank useless talents.

When put together, they form a perpetual motion machine that never stops.

"Son! Come out and eat! The ribs won't taste good if they get cold!"

Yang Jian's voice pierced through the wall, pulling Yang Han out of his turbulent thoughts.

Yang Hanqiang suppressed his turbulent emotions, took several deep breaths, and then pushed open the door to go out.

On the table was a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, a bowl of tomato and egg soup, and two bowls of white rice.

Yang Jian was already seated and had his chopsticks ready; only he was missing.

"While it's hot."

Yang Han also sat down, picked up a piece of spare rib and put it in his mouth.

The sweet and sour ratio is just right, and the meat is tender but not falling apart.

"Dad, your cooking skills have deteriorated."

"What?" Yang Jian's chopsticks stopped. "I went to three different stalls today to find this batch of ribs. I've cooked this dish thousands of times..."

"They've really regressed." Yang Han picked up another piece.

"you……"

"And it retreated quite a bit." The third entrance was faster than the first two.

Yang Jian watched as his son expressionlessly stuffed ribs into his mouth, the rice in his bowl disappearing at a visible speed, and he held it in for a long time.

Happy.

"You brat! You think your old man will steal your food?"

The two ate quietly for a while, and Yang Jian didn't mention the matter of talent at all.

On the contrary, Yang Han swallowed a piece of pork rib and put down his chopsticks: "Dad, two F-grades."

Yang Jian paused for a moment, then resumed eating in less than half a second: "Dual talents, better than your old man!"

"I want to apply to Wuhan University of Science and Technology."

Yang Jian paused for a full two seconds this time, knowing full well what a double F-level talent represented.

He looked up at the young face opposite him.

"Alright." Yang Jian didn't ask why, and piled two more ribs into Yang Han's bowl. "If you want to get into Wuhan University, then eat more. Your little arms aren't even half as thick as Chen Chu's."

"Okay, okay." Yang Han was speechless, it seemed that parents all hoped their children would gain weight.

"That's more like it!" Yang Jian smiled with satisfaction.

Neither of them spoke again; such tense moments can easily arise between father and son.

Halfway through the meal, Yang Jian suddenly put down his chopsticks and spoke in the same tone as if he were talking about the weather.

"By the way, son, since you're going to pursue the path of martial arts, remember this when you encounter ferocious beasts or enemies outside."

Yang Han looked up at his father.

"If you can go all out, don't hesitate."

Yang Jian added some soup to Yang Han's bowl and said, "Strike the snake at its vital spot. If you don't finish it off, the snake will remember your foot. When your father first joined the army, he released a half-dead Ironback Wolf on the border. The next day, that thing bit off one of my comrades' arms."

After he finished speaking, his smile returned, and he pushed the soup bowl away.

"Drink it, your mom used to love my tomato and egg soup."

Yang Han didn't reply, but just nodded, picked up the bowl, and drank it in big gulps.

He silently kept his father's words in mind: the human race actually forbids unauthorized infighting and killing, at least in the base city.

However, his father told him that enemies should be killed, so Yang Han naturally chose to believe his father.

That was his only family member in the world...

After the meal, Yang Han kicked Yang Jian out of the kitchen.

"You cook, I'll wash the dishes, don't fight over it."

"Hey, can't I even be a little more diligent, you old man?" Yang Jian protested verbally, but his body had already obediently nestled into the sofa.

The tap was running, and the sound of a news broadcast came from the television.

"...This afternoon, the outer defense line of the Northwest Base City was attacked by a swarm of armored lizards, the tallest of which reached the sixth level of the Transcendent Realm. More than half of the militia were killed or wounded. In the critical moment, Professor Fang Xuan of the Northwest Border Defense Martial Arts University, who was passing by, intervened and defeated the enemy with a single blow using his Flying Heaven Realm cultivation..."

On the screen, a handsome man leaps into the air, his palm strikes down, cracking the ground and creating a deep ravine that instantly crushes countless lizards.

Flying Realm.

Yang Han paused for a moment, his hand holding the bowl still.

I originally thought that F-rank talents could only contribute from the rear, but now...

He turned his head toward the kitchen window, looking at the outline of the outer walls of the base city in the distance.

Inside the walls, the lights were bright; outside, there was only endless darkness.

Twelve years ago, his mother never came back from that darkness.

Yang Han looked away, put the last bowl upside down on the dish rack, dried his hands, and went to the living room.

That night, perhaps because Yang Han had just awakened, the father and son talked a lot.

Yang Han's father supported his decision, but was more worried about his safety, and repeatedly taught Yang Han the rules of survival.

Before going to sleep, she handed Yang Han an exquisite box, which Yang Han accepted; it was quite heavy.

Close the door and enter the bedroom.

Open the panel, and the green text is still jumping around.

Strength: 208.

In three hours, it doubled.

Yang Han gently opened the box his father had given him; inside lay a reagent.

The deep blue liquid shimmered with starlight.

Basic Star Source Medicine, market price 30,000.

I wonder how many early mornings and late nights my dad worked to earn this...

After reviewing the Transformation Technique one more time to make sure there wouldn't be any problems,

Yang Han picked up the Xingyuan medicine, unscrewed the seal, tilted his head back, and drank it down.

The icy liquid entered his throat, then instantly transformed into scorching energy that exploded in his abdomen, spreading through his blood vessels to his limbs and bones.

Following the instructions of the Transcendental Technique, Yang Han guided the energy to cleanse his entire body, coordinating it with the most basic breathing rhythm to integrate the medicinal power into every part of his body as much as possible.

The numbers on the panel began to fluctuate wildly.

After a moment, the numbers stabilized.

[Host: Yang Han]

Strength: 258 (normal level 100)

[Physical Strength: 5% of Ordinary Flesh and Blood]

Speed: 11 meters per second

[Mental Strength: 1.5 (normal person: 1)]

Strength increased by 50, and speed increased by 1.

Physical strength increased by 5% progress.

I wonder... what the effect will be after reaching 100%?

Strength 258.

Of those 50 points, 108 points came from absorbing Star Source Elixir, and the remaining 108 points came from three hours of pure AFK grinding.

According to the instructions of the Transcendental Technique, the standard strength for the first level of Transcendental Technique is 200 kilograms, which he has already exceeded.

However, the levels in the Transcendental Technique are all artificially created. There are only numerical differences between each level, and no essential differences.

The effects of the Star Source Elixir haven't been fully absorbed yet. Over the next three days, I need to practice the Basic Body Tempering Technique to completely digest the Star Source Power within my body.

Since the school will have a special teacher to teach this tomorrow, Yang Han had no choice but to give up.

Lying back in bed, Yang Han stared at the ceiling.

The strength value on the panel continued to rise.

258.01...

258.02...

258.03...

He didn't fall asleep until very late that night.