Full Awakening: One F is trash, three me

The air was slightly cool on a May morning.

Yang Han opened his eyes on time and stretched.

Good, I slept well last night and didn't dream of a ferocious beast eating my mother.

Summoning panel.

[Host: Yang Han]

【Strength: 1477】

[Physical Strength: 30% of Ordinary Flesh and Blood]

Speed: 12 meters per second

【Spirit: 1.5】

[Talents: Minor Recovery, Desperate Damage Output, Pain Compensation]

The strength is still growing normally.

Yang Han is currently only at the first level of the Transcendent Realm, except that his strength far surpasses that of the ninth level of the Transcendent Realm.

Transformation is the physical transformation stage before formal cultivation, which is artificially divided into nine levels.

The federally recognized standard is that a speed of 20 meters per second, a punching force of 1000 kilograms, and a physical strength of 100% are required to ensure the safest opening of the Star Pulse Palace.

However, this is only in theory. Many people with low talent levels and limited resources may never reach this state in their lifetime, so they will naturally choose to take risks and unlock it ahead of time.

Once the Star Vein Palace is opened, at least one Star Vein can be opened. Even without resources, one can slowly absorb the free-floating Star Source Power in the world through the Star Vein to improve.

Although the speed was not fast, it was still a way to break free from the constraints of resources.

……

Fuli Middle School Martial Arts Training Hall.

"Huff... huff..."

Chen Chu lay sprawled on the ground, his chest heaving violently, his training clothes soaked with sweat.

He turned his head and looked at Yang Han, who was undergoing physical tempering not far away, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The physical training not only requires guiding the star source energy, but also mobilizing every muscle in the body to work together.

Although the movements may seem small, they actually require an extreme amount of physical exertion and are extremely painful.

This is also why most students are unwilling to choose this option.

"Yang Han!" Chen Chu shouted weakly, "Are you even human? Are you made of iron? Don't you even breathe?"

Yang Han just finished one round of tempering, wiped away the bloodstains seeping from his pores, glanced at him indifferently, and said nothing.

[Pain Compensation] The talent sensed the host's exhaustion and immediately began to operate frantically.

hiss……

Yang Han let out a barely perceptible cry of pain, and the veins on his arm beneath the towel suddenly bulged.

From Yang Han's scalp to the soles of his feet, in every part of his body where nerves are located, it felt as if his flesh and blood were being torn apart, and his fascia was being forcibly ripped and shredded.

Yang Han gritted his teeth and remained silent. To others, it seemed as if he was just taking a short rest.

Soon, Yang Han relaxed gently, and his tired body regained its strength.

What a talent!

Yang Han nodded to himself.

Come again!

Yang Han assumed a fighting stance, and the residual star source power within his body was once again drawn up, quickly forming a thin film covering his entire body once more.

blah blah blah...

Countless spikes of source energy pierced through Yang Han's skin, bringing him another round of excruciating pain.

The other students glanced at it and had gotten used to it.

Lunch break canteen.

Chen Chu, carrying a mountain of nutritious food, wolfed it down while mumbling, "Thirty thousand for a bottle of Star Origin Elixir is too expensive! It's going to kill my dad! I heard some S-level talents are already using mid-level or even high-level Star Origin Elixir!"

"Uncle Chen works in the city, it can't be that bad," Yang Han replied, while secretly calculating in his heart.

Chen Chu has an A-level talent. It would take about three days, or two days if things went smoothly, to completely consume a primary Star Source Elixir. His monthly income is between 300,000 and 450,000.

And what about yourself?

Because of the existence of [Pain Compensation], the body consumes Star Source Power at an alarming rate, almost emptying a whole vial of medicine in a single day.

My dad's small restaurant, which he's run for over ten years, is doing pretty well. After deducting all expenses, the net profit is just over ten thousand yuan a month.

It simply couldn't sustain me using one vial a day.

I need to find a way to make money.

If you ask what's most valuable right now, it's definitely those beasts outside the city.

Because it absorbs the power of the stars, the meat of ferocious beasts is a favorite food of the wealthy, both in terms of taste and nutrition.

An ordinary antelope is worth 20,000 to 30,000 Alliance Coins. If a beast reaches the Meridian Opening Realm, a Source Core will be born inside its body. This is the main material for making Star Source Elixir, and it is even more valuable.

Yang Han looked out the window at the high wall at the end of his line of sight, and some thoughts arose in his mind.

……

Jingle Bell!

When the school bell rang in the afternoon, the remaining Star Source Medicine in his body was once again completely consumed.

After another afternoon of tireless physical training, Yang Han checked his strength and physical conditioning.

His strength has increased to over 1800, and his physical strength has increased by 8% in a day of training, reaching 38%.

The effects of the basic Star Source Elixir have begun to weaken noticeably...

After saying goodbye to Chen Chu, Yang Han did not go home as usual, but instead walked alone in another direction.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Yang Jian.

"Dad, there's extra practice at school tonight, I'll be home later."

He put away his phone and boarded the city airship heading to the outer ring road.

Destination: A gathering place for free fighters on the outskirts of the Northwest Base City.

That place is where martial artists of mediocre strength, who crave wealth, make a living.

Soon, after disembarking from the flying boat, Yang Han walked into an inconspicuous general store and changed his clothes.

Afterwards, Yang Han went into a shop selling cold weapons.

"Boss, give me the sturdiest iron rod, solid one."

The boss glanced at Yang Han, who was well-covered, and took a black iron rod from a shelf next to him.

"Three hundred Alliance Coins, mixed with refined iron, sturdy and durable!"

Yang Han took the iron rod; it felt slightly heavy in his hand, at least thirty kilograms.

"That's a bit light. Do you have any heavier ones?"

"Yes!" The boss couldn't help but look Yang Han up and down again. "But can you use it? This isn't something you can handle just because you can lift it."

"Give it a try," Yang Han said without elaborating.

Soon, the boss brought out two more iron bars.

"This one is 1.6 meters long and weighs 50 kilograms," the shopkeeper said, pointing to the silver iron rod on the left.

Then he pointed to the right, "This one is 1.8 meters long and weighs 100 kilograms."

The boss smiled, shrugged, and said, "Choose."

Yang Han smiled. "Is the boss trying to make a fool of me?"

He walked straight toward the 100-kilogram iron rod. It wasn't that the heavier the better, but it had to be easy to handle.

Yang Han reached out and easily lifted the 100-kilogram iron rod with one hand. He casually twirled the rod, creating a gust of wind, and felt its solid weight.

"How much?"

The boss looked at Yang Han with some shock.

"One thousand Alliance Coins."

Yang Han felt a pang of regret; this was two months' worth of pocket money he had saved up.

After paying, he wrapped the iron rod with strips of cloth, carried it on his back, and completely blended into the crowd.

The boss was left standing there dumbfounded. Holding a hundred kilograms in his hand as if it were nothing, he must be at least a master of the seventh or eighth level of the Transcendent Realm.

With everything ready, he walked straight to the Class C buffer gate at the outermost edge of the base city.

Two guards in military uniforms stood idly in front of the towering alloy gate.

"I need to leave the city." His voice sounded muffled beneath his mask.

A guard glanced at him, his gaze sweeping over his not-so-muscular build and the iron bar on his back, and said in a businesslike manner, "Five hundred Alliance coins."

Yang Han paid the money without hesitation.

A hint of pity flashed in the guard's eyes, as if he were looking at a dying man.

Another fool who thinks he can get rich in the wilderness with just a fire poker.

He had seen many people like this. Of the ten who went out, nine never came back, and the one who remained was most likely missing an arm or a leg.

Yang Han ignored it, took the identification document, and silently walked into the heavy gate passage.

"Boom!"

Behind them, a hundred-meter-high alloy wall slowly closed, isolating them from the warmth of human life.

Before me lay a completely different world.

A strong wind blew in, carrying the mixed smells of earth, humus, and a heavy stench of blood, making his trench coat flutter loudly.

As far as the eye can see, there is an endless wasteland.

Bizarre-shaped plants grow wildly among the ruins, and the distant horizon is tinged with an eerie, dim yellow.

This is the world outside the wall.

Yang Han did not rush headlong into the depths of the wilderness without being driven by passion.

Let's test our strength on the periphery first.

He gripped the black iron rod on his back and pulled it into his hand.

He kept his body low to the ground, his footsteps silent, patiently searching for his first prey.

Dusk was falling.

Just as he rounded a collapsed building, he heard a slight rustling sound coming from the bushes about fifty meters ahead.

Yang Han instantly froze, slowing his breathing to its slowest point.

In the darkness, two scarlet lights suddenly shone.