Time passed day by day.
A week passed in a blink of an eye, and Garen practiced this exercise repeatedly every day. His physical aptitude was indeed very mediocre. He might be considered an average student in an ordinary academy, but in the Black Disk Academy, he could only be at the bottom level.
If it weren't for Crescent Moon, he probably wouldn't be able to get along in the college at all. You must know that low-scoring students have to pay high tuition fees, which is simply not affordable for an ordinary family like him.
So even though he didn't want to use Crescent Moon, he had to continue to pretend in order to gain access to the world's mainstream power system and identity.
The practice these days has allowed him to see how mediocre his physical aptitude is. In a week, his consciousness has only improved a little bit. If he doesn't pay close attention to his feelings, he can hardly feel any progress.
I don't know how far it is from the first-level standard.
Because of the slow progress of his aptitude, Garen had to find other ways to improve himself. And the first thing he thought of was the potential of the talent.
Wow.
The heavy rain swayed outside the window, causing the branches and leaves of the big locust tree to tilt continuously. The raindrops hit the leaves, and the window glass made a crisp sound.
Garen was sitting at the table in the dormitory, with a tablet in front of him, on which a video of a mecha battle was playing, but although Garen's eyes fell on the video, his attention actually drifted to his own ability attribute bar.
'Nonosiva Lin - strength 0.6, agility 1.1, constitution 0.4, intelligence 1.3. Potential 0%. Soul Limit 40.'
'Consciousness - Basic Intermediate'
'Potential - Voidstalker'
"Soul Seed - Northern Halberd Soldier Cold Flame True Water Evil Skill, Holy Phoenix Magic Tome. '
'Miwu-Steel Mark: Strengthen and improve body strength and physique. '
"The recovery of strength during this period of exercise has increased by 0.1. Physical fitness has increased by 0.1, which is not bad. In the absence of potential points." Garen has actually been paying attention to various things with potential points. During the hospitalization and after returning to the academy, no items with potential points were found.
The terrifying aptitude that is currently slower than a snail makes him completely impatient. If he continues to improve at this speed, it is estimated that it will take at least ten years to reach the second and third levels.
He couldn't bear to waste so much of his time.
"It seems that it is necessary to collect the knowledge of subjects such as anthropology and medicine in this world. It is one thing to reorganize Miwu, but the final power of Miwu is far from the mechs of this world. The best The way is to learn the knowledge of this world, absorb and integrate it. I forgot this in the last world, and instead used secret martial arts to collapse the power system of the whole world. This is very detrimental to the cohesion of my soul seed, which is tantamount to repeating way."
Garen reflected and realized something.
For him, the general secret martial arts has come to an end, and the soul-seed stage has broken away from the general secret martial arts level, but has reached a new stage. This stage is to absorb various other perceptions, and then gather different soul-seeds.
"Miwu can only be used for self-protection for the time being. If you want to enter a higher level, the only way is to absorb the advantages of this world's power system. Maybe it can push my level to a higher level." Gallon hesitated, looked at it Look at the pouring rain outside.
"Let's just go to the grocery market here."
It was still early, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. Since there was no class this afternoon, Garen stayed in the dormitory to rest and practice "Black Disk Manipulation", so he had time to visit the grocery market near the college.
The grocery market is a small market where many small vendors gather together to form a small market where purchases and sales coexist. They buy some gadgets from the students in the academy and sell them as commodities.
For example, some senior students’ copies of notes, exercise insights, some small parts made by maintenance professional students, and even scrap iron taken out of the college’s warehouse. Useful and useless things can be sold here, as long as they are stained a little The mecha masters of the Black Disk Academy can sell for a good price.
Similarly, these small vendors will also buy goods from other places, and buy some specific goods for some students of the academy, in exchange for mutual benefit.
There are even small vendors who are students of the academy themselves.
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Corlanu waited for his younger brother to come out at the gate of the department as usual and went back together.
Since he was seriously injured by accident in the last level-one assessment, I heard from my father that the matter has been resolved and the other party has been punished, so forget it. He also returned to his usual life, talking on the phone with his girlfriend every day, asking a few friends to go racing after class, playing mech simulation battles, and practicing regular exercise at night.
The heavy rain slammed on the ground at his feet, and the water slid down the sides of the umbrella, almost forming a water curtain.
"Cole, go back together?" A red-haired boy waved his hand at the door and asked.
"No, I'll wait for my brother." Cole smiled. "Aren't you going to play cards? Are you not going now?"
"My father asked me to get something just now." The red-haired boy approached. "By the way, today I saw the freshman you tested last time."
"Oh?" Cole was slightly taken aback, "Isn't he still in the hospital?"
"It looks like it's ready, I don't know when it will come out." The red-haired boy said casually, "What are you going to do? I need a word from the brothers."
The smile on Cole's face slowly faded, but he didn't speak.
"You are the head of our class, the third in the second grade! If you are thrown into the hospital by a freshman like this and you still don't fight back, then wouldn't everyone dare to mess with our class b1?" The red-haired boy said nonchalantly.
"The matter of the operation fee has been settled, so this matter is settled." Cole calmed down for a while, and said lightly, looking at the red-haired boy who hesitated to speak. He smiled again. "Okay, hurry up and play your cards!"
"All right, all right, you're generous, then forget about it, you said it yourself." The red-haired boy showed an expression of admiration, "I really admire you, if it were me, I wouldn't kill that kid."
"Okay, okay, let's go." Cole interrupted the other party, patted the red-haired boy on the shoulder, and the boy walked away cursing and holding an umbrella.
Watching the other party leave in the heavy rain, the smile on Cole's face gradually faded.
He kept recalling the scene of that day.
"That shot. Was it a coincidence or..." He can still clearly recall the moment he was shot.
That marksmanship was unbelievably accurate. It was not a standard posture, but it was almost placed sideways on the ground, and the muzzle moved slightly, ignoring the error caused by the huge recoil force, ignoring the non-standard deviation of the posture, and not even aiming, just slightly move.
He was able to accurately shoot his own cockpit.
"Brother." An equally calm voice interrupted his thoughts.
Cole came back to his senses, looked at his brother in front of him, and smiled.
"Let's go, go back."
The younger brother, Kaus, is the chief of class C2 in the first grade. He has short blue hair and gold earrings. He is tall and strong, with a faint scar on his right cheek, which is the mark of a fight he had in high school.
Standing beside Cole, Kaus was a full head taller than his brother. He tilted his head slightly and greeted the two girls passing by. Even with a smile on his face, he gave off a fierce feeling.
Cole walked in front, and Kaus followed behind, and the two did not speak for a while.
When passing through the gate of the academy, Cole suddenly stopped and turned around.
"Don't worry about my business, it's over."
Caus suddenly showed a big smile.
"I know brother, I don't intend to make trouble for others?"
Cole frowned and looked at his younger brother, wondering if what he said was true. My younger brother has always admired him since he was a child, and he is the standard for everything. This time he was seriously injured and almost died in the hospital. It would be really weird if Kaus didn't move.
"Forget it, let's go home."
He turned around, stopped a rental hover car, and got in.
Kaus smiled brightly.
"I'm also busy with troublesome things recently. I don't have time to take care of your business. I'll listen to you." He followed into a taxi. But no one saw the ruthlessness hidden in his eyes.
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grocery market
A rectangular silver awning runs along the side of the academy to keep out the heavy rain.
Under the awning, there are a lot of vendors with small carts, and inside are more street vendors. The part of the awning next to the outer wall of the college, some people have pulled up cloth and set up some small sheds as shops. The inside is colorful and full of things. Both.
On heavy rainy days, there is not much traffic in the grocery market, which is crowded on weekdays. Some students and outsiders wander around in front of the stalls and carts. They all see more and buy less.
Garen mixed in the crowd, observing the stalls one by one.
As long as someone with a potential breath enters five meters around, he can sense it. However, it has been more than ten minutes since he came in, and after passing through more than ten small stalls, he still hasn't sensed the slightest breath of potential.
When passing by a small cart, Garen's eyes paused on something on the cart.
"Come, come, let's take a look at the latest butterfly steel sheets of Badieyu. It is the most suitable for mecha buffer shrapnel. It only costs 200 points a piece." The owner of the car immediately greeted enthusiastically. "Placing a piece of this on the areas that wear the most is definitely a good cushion."
Garen glanced at the small car. There was a row of white garlic-like things hanging on it, strung together in a circle. I don't know what they were. The bottom was densely packed with metal, wooden bottles, and all kinds of small things.
From mecha parts to skin care products for women, to man-made crystal jewelry boxes and small snacks, basically everything is available, and there is a little bit of everything.
The owner of the car was an uncle in his forties. He opened his mouth up and down without stopping. After greeting Garen, he went to hang another three or four customers. For a while, it seemed that business was booming.
Garen glanced over the car, but there was still no sign of potential, which made him slightly disappointed, and he was about to leave.
Suddenly he seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned his head to look at something next to the stall.
(end of this chapter)