Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

Lin Yue followed Chen Mo into the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, Chen Mo glanced at him:

"I'll go to your place tonight. I'll be busy for the next few days and won't have time for you."

The elevator reached the floor, and Chen Mo stepped out. Lin Yue suddenly asked, "Brother Mo, is what you said about making money true?"

Chen Mo turned to look at him: "When have I ever lied to you?"

It's not that I don't believe you.

Lin Yue scratched his head. "It just feels so sudden, like a dream. I met you on the plane, who would have thought so many things would happen later."

"There's more to come."

Chen Mo swiped his card to open the door. "I'll tidy up a bit, wait a moment."

Ten minutes later, the two came downstairs.

The girls in the lobby were gone, and there were only a few people scattered around the entrance.

Lin Yue hailed a taxi and gave them the new hotel address.

As the car entered the main road, Chen Mo leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. Lin Yue sat beside him, occasionally stealing a glance at him.

Ask whatever you want.

"Brother Mo, when you say making money, do you mean investing in stocks?"

"Um."

"Are you good at stock trading?"

Chen Mo opened her eyes and looked at him: "Not bad."

Lin Yue opened his mouth, but didn't ask any more questions.

The new hotel is next to Siam Square; it's not big, but it's quiet.

After entering the room, Chen Mo sat down and turned on his computer.

I logged into the trading software, brought up the US stock interface, glanced at the market trend, and selected three stocks.

"Nvidia, buy below 200. Apple, buy when it pulls back to around 170. And this biotech stock, buy when it drops below 12, hold for two weeks and then sell."

Lin Yue stared at the screen, somewhat stunned: "Brother Mo, can these stocks really go up?"

"I've given you the information; it's up to you whether you buy it or not."

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair and looked at him. "It's your money. Whether you make a profit or a loss, it's all yours. Buy it if you trust me, otherwise just pretend you never heard of it."

Lin Yue was silent for a few seconds, then took out his phone.

I opened my mobile banking app and glanced at my account balance.

Two hundred and thirty thousand.

He looked up at Chen Mo: "Brother Mo, when will we be able to reach those prices you mentioned?"

"Nvidia and Apple products should arrive in the next couple of days. Biotechnology products will take longer, probably three to five days."

Chen Mo stood up. "Go open a US stock account first and transfer the money in. Buy when the price is right; there's no rush."

"OK."

Lin Yue nodded, "Then I'll take care of it tomorrow."

Chen Mo slung his backpack over his shoulder and patted him on the shoulder: "It's your decision. Remember to sell in two weeks, don't be greedy."

"Aren't you going to operate it with me?"

"I have something to do next, so I can't worry about these things."

Chen Mo walked towards the door. "You can operate it yourself. Just do as I say."

Lin Yue saw him to the door, opened his mouth as if to ask something but then didn't.

Chen Mo glanced at him: "Speak your mind."

"Brother Mo, where are you going?"

Chen Mo didn't answer, but patted him on the shoulder: "Make money well, don't think too much, remember to sell in two weeks."

The door closed.

Lin Yue stood in the room, staring at the door for a long time, then looked down at the stock code he had just memorized on his phone and muttered something to himself.

"This person is acting all mysterious."

Chen Mo left the hotel, walked for ten minutes on the street, and found a small hotel.

The location is out of the way and the storefront is inconspicuous, but it's quiet.

The receptionist was a young woman wearing glasses. She glanced at him a couple of times while checking him in, and whispered as she handed him the room key, "Sir, you're so handsome."

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Thank you."

I swiped my card to enter. The room wasn't big; it had a bed, a wardrobe, and a window facing the alley.

He drew the curtains and took out the gun, ammunition, and silencer from the brass ring.

The two Glocks were already fitted with silencers and fully loaded. The M249 ammunition belts were loaded and the safety was off.

Bulletproof clothing is worn on the body.

He picked up a Glock, pulled the slide a few times, and made sure there was no problem.

I picked up the M249 again, weighed it in my hand, and it felt solid.

Having these guys in my hands gives me peace of mind.

One by one, they put the bronze rings back in, and the space was just filled.

He drew back the curtains. Outside was Bangkok at night, the neon lights were still on, and there weren't many people on the streets.

I lit a cigarette and slowly finished it.

almost.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his mind.

The portal was still there, its dark green patterns flowing slowly.

Take a deep breath and touch your consciousness.

Several lines of semi-transparent text appeared before my eyes.

[Host detected to have transmigrated again]

[Current World: Tianxuan Continent]

[Time Flow Rate: 1 day on Blue Star = 3 days in Tianxuan]

The proficiency system is now activated.

[100x Boost: Gain 100 proficiency points for each effective learning or practice session]

It's black in front of you.

When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't in a hotel room.

He squatted down, and a thought struck him.

The M249 appeared in my palm, with the ammunition belt wrapped around the gun.

The butt of the rifle rests against the shoulder, and the muzzle points forward.

Only after confirming that it was safe did he begin to observe his surroundings.

The canopy of trees overhead blocked out the sun.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, spreading a layer of shattered gold on the ground.

The air smelled of damp earth, mixed with the scent of grass and decaying leaves.

He didn't move.

Squat down where you are and listen carefully.

The wind rustled through the treetops.

There were no footsteps, no panting.

He slowly turned his head and scanned the area.

This is the place.

Stand up, lower your gun, and walk forward.

He walked very lightly, stopping every few steps to listen.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on my forehead, and my shirt felt cool against my back.

They hadn't walked far when they saw footprints on the ground.

It was huge, twice the size of his foot, and sank very deep into the mud.

Five toes, with claw marks on the front.

The footprints were fresh, and the mud around the edges hadn't dried completely.

He crouched down and took a look, then followed the footprints forward.

The footprints stretched crookedly into the depths of the woods, some deep and some shallow, as if they were dragging their feet.

Suddenly, a "whoosh" sound came from ahead.

He suddenly crouched down, pointing the gun in the direction the sound was coming from.

Fingers on the trigger.

An animal emerged from the bushes, its body covered in black fur, its arms hanging down to its knees, its claws digging into the mud.

It's about the same size as a person, but a bit bigger.

It takes a few steps, stops, and sniffs the air with its nose.

It's that monster.

He held his breath, and the muzzle of the gun followed its movement.

The thing took a few more steps and then suddenly stopped.

It slowly turned its head, its nose twitching in this direction.

Once, twice.

Chen Mo's finger rested on the trigger, and he could feel the coldness of the metal on his fingertip.

He dared not move, not even blink.

Sweat rolled down my forehead, across my brow bone, and clung to my eyelashes, stinging my eyes.

It was staring in that direction.

Even through the leaves and shadows dozens of meters away, Chen Mo could see the light reflected in its eyes.

Two dark green spots, motionless.

My heart was pounding in my chest, thump, thump, thump, each beat making my eardrums throb.

A few seconds later, it turned its head back and continued walking forward.

Take a few steps, stop, and look back.

It's like they're checking if that thing is still there.

Chen Mo stood still, his gun pointed at it, until its figure was swallowed up by the bushes.

He slowly exhaled.

My hands are shaking, not from fear, but from exhaustion after the adrenaline has dissipated.

The shirt on my back was soaked and clung to my skin; when the wind blew, a chill crept down my spine.

I stepped back behind a big tree and leaned my back against it.

The rough bark, pressing against my shoulder blades, actually made me feel at ease.

Point the gun downwards, take three deep breaths, and slow your heartbeat.

The thing knew he was there, but it didn't pounce.

Is it uncertainty about the location, or a lack of interest?

He straightened up and walked in another direction.

Use this time to figure out how big this forest is, how many exits it has, and whether there are any other monsters.

After walking a few steps, he stopped again.

Look back at the direction in which the thing disappeared.

The woods were quiet, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, like someone talking in the distance.

Turn around and keep walking.

From the woods behind them, a dead branch snapped with a "crack".

He turned around abruptly, gun pointed forward, but there was nothing there.

After walking another dozen or so steps, the sound came again.

It wasn't the wind, it wasn't a branch, it was the sound of footsteps.

It was heavy and slow, stepping on the decaying leaves, one step at a time.

One step forward, and the sound of footsteps follows.

Chen Mo stopped, and the sound of his footsteps also stopped.

He turned abruptly, shouldered the rifle, and aimed the gun at the source of the attack.

The thing stood twenty meters away, peeking out from behind a tree, its two green eyes staring at him.

It wasn't looking, it was staring.

Like a cat eyeing a mouse, like a hunter eyeing its prey.