“It seems like he simply forgot to close the door… Anyway, it’s already past four in the afternoon, and there are only food scraps left outside from last night. It seems like this guy has been sleeping until now
This is worse than some of my college roommates.”
Considering the principal's arrangement, Yi Chen did not wake the other party up, but began to tidy up the messy low-rent apartment that had not been cleaned for at least a week.
Waited until after six in the evening.
Reagan was awakened by a strong feeling of hunger, but he was only in a half-asleep state. Relying on the inertia of his brain, he walked to the living room, picked up the rotary phone and made a call to order food.
but,
His habitual thinking failed to find the phone because its location had changed.
This break from the routine made him sober up quickly.
Reagan was stunned by the clean and new room in front of him.
I even suspected that I had slept in someone else's house for the night, until I caught a glimpse of the girl figurine on the bedside and confirmed that this was my rented house.
At this time,
A handsome young man in an Ivy League black suit walked out of the kitchen, holding a freshly roasted chicken and steak in his hands.
Seeing such delicious food, Reagan's saliva instantly flowed out, and his stomach made a loud noise.
"Mr. Reagan, are you awake? When I came over, I found your door was not locked, so I came in by myself and helped you clean up.
It was almost dinner time, so I bought some ingredients outside and prepared them.”
Reagan did not feel any dissatisfaction with the other party for breaking into his home.
On the contrary, in his eyes, the young man in front of him was like an angel, and he could even vaguely see a halo above his head.
"Who are you… "
"William Behrens, from .A. I came here to ask you something."
When he heard that Yi Chen was from the academy, his eyes changed slightly, but he still accepted the kindness, "From the academy? Let's talk while we eat. I overslept and didn't even have lunch. I'm really hungry."
Reagan temporarily suppressed his appetite, went back to his room and changed into a wrinkled shirt and trousers, which finally covered his stomach completely.
After a quick wash and hair-styling, she returned to the living room with a bulging belly.
Reagan is about the same height as Yi Chen, but with the fat on his face, the multi-layered chin, and the shirt buttons that are about to burst, his figure is really exaggerated.
Most people living in this world system will not be associated with obesity, not to mention the members of the organization responsible for curing diseases, who basically have a good figure due to daily high-intensity training.
Yi Chen estimated that Mr. Reagan's physique was probably only 2, or even lower.
In less than ten minutes, Reagan had finished five servings of food.
The button that had been holding up the belly sac for a long time finally reached its limit. Bang! It flew out like a bullet, hitting the roof several times before falling right in front of Reagan.
This is not a coincidence. Yi Chen just vaguely caught the pull of some kind of energy.
Reagan said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, your cooking skills are even better than the chef in Sam's kitchen! I couldn't help myself and ate a little too much."
Reagan placed the button on the broken thread, and it was instantly repaired and reinforced as if by magic.
"Tell me what you want from me. I'm very busy and have to go to work tomorrow. If you need help with something, I definitely don't have time."
"Nothing, I just happened to know that Mr. Reagan is very talented in sensing, so I came here to ask if he has any experience or special training methods."
Yi Chen did not directly bring up the principal. In his opinion, Reagan's withdrawal from school might be related to the principal's "favorability".
"Is that so? Sure enough, everyone is working very hard... My experience is quite ridiculous. I have no interest in growth at all. I will try my best to do it if I can.
At first, it was okay in the college, as I only had to attend two classes a week.
Later, I don't know how I got targeted and was forced to do this and that, so I dropped out of school and went to work at a power plant, starting a nine-to-five life.
I have to say, it feels really good to lie flat. "
"Mr. Reagan, can I ask how strong your induction is?"
"Just reach out your hand. There's nothing to be shy about with this kind of thing."
When it rested on Reagan's fat shoulders, the retina immediately received the shared information.
≮Occupation: Prototype Designer≯
≮Person: Person≯
≮Basic Attributes≯
Physique: 1
- Coordinated Motorics: 5
Intellect: 5
Psyche: 7
Luck: 4
≮Professional Features≯
「Heavenly Sense (Passive)」:
Born with the ability to more easily understand and comprehend the essence of things and the connection between all things, the upper limit of the Psyche standard increases, and the seventh standard - "7. Transcendence" appears.
Allows individuals to break through with perceptions beyond their limits to reach higher levels.
「Prototype control (active)」:
Rearrange and control different substances at the microscopic level, and even create completely new things.
*This ability is limited to inorganic matter. When acting on organic matter, the effect will be greatly reduced, especially on creatures with self-awareness. It is almost ineffective.
Controlling intensity, micro-depth, and creating complexity are directly related to sensor value.
…
“What a high number!”
Yi Chen was shocked by his personal data. Except for his severely weak physique, the rest were very high. The most terrifying thing was his sensitivity, which reached a rare 7.
It is no wonder that the principal, who is also from the induction system, would want to train him personally.
Reagan didn't care about these attribute values at all.
"Although my job is stable, there are many competitors. So I usually spend a little time practicing my "professional skills" to keep myself at a level that will not get fired."
While speaking, Reagan also deliberately pointed to the girl models in his room, which seemed to be the results of his practice.
"How did you improve your sensitivity?"
“Well, I haven’t tried to improve myself on this. I usually like to stay in a closed and quiet environment, thinking of some human models in my mind, and then making them by hand.
This process may take a week or even a month.
Many times, I was so absorbed in thinking that the value increased automatically. "
"What!?"
When Yi Chen heard this answer, he found it hard to accept.
"It's not always like that. When my sensitivity reached a certain level, I attracted the attention of the academy. Later, under the guidance of Principal Daisylin, it took me about two months to reach level 7.
I did taste the sweetness of it at that time, and for a while I wanted to reach a higher level.
But Principal Daisylin insisted that I follow a team into the depths of the Gray Realm to search for a relic that suits me.
This is not okay, the mortality rate is too high... I am not ready to die, so I chose to drop out of school and live a more relaxed life. "
Hearing this, a flash of inspiration came into Yi Chen's mind, and he suddenly figured out something.
"The experience of this genius has no reference value at all. His unique profession and talent determine his unique growth model, which cannot be replicated by others.
Could it be that the principal's real purpose is to want me to pry open this fat guy and boost his motivation for growth
The difficulty of getting this senior fat otaku to go out is comparable to killing a seriously ill person, not to mention persuading him to go to the Gray Region and break through human limits.
Forget it~ I can figure out the sensitivity issue myself, and Jin's sensitivity is pretty high, so there must be training channels to improve sensitivity in Gethsemane. 』
"Thanks for sharing, that's all, bye Mr. Reagan!"
"I'm so sorry I couldn't help you... Take care."
Reagan, who was full, didn't want to stand up at all. He just sat in his seat and waved goodbye.
Just when Yi Chen completely gave up the path provided by the principal and was about to leave the cheap underground rental house,
A female voice with severe electromagnetic interference suddenly came from behind:
"Grave... ground (sizzle)."
"Um?"
This strange sound was mixed with a sense of danger, which even forced Little Grape to crawl out from the collar and look back into the low-rent house.
I saw a real and unreal female corpse floating behind Reagan who was waving goodbye.
Some rotten flesh and decayed bones are connected by various power cables, and most of the nerves and blood vessels in the body are replaced by wires.
The tongue in the female corpse's mouth was covered with dense small holes, like the sound holes of a walkie-talkie, and the electromagnetic interference sound came from inside.
"What is this? Why didn't I notice it before..."
Little Grape's voice transmission responded:
"She exudes the smell of a cemetery. She may be of the same kind as me, but she is fundamentally different... Her state is very strange, between the real and the virtual, and she is completely dependent on this fat human."
"From the organization's cemetery? Could it be that..."
(End of this chapter)