104: Chapter 104 makes its timely appearance! The basic qualities of a show-off!

Su Ming stared at the two newly unlocked skill icons on the panel, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

[Kinetic Siphon] (Devour Sub-sequence)

[Effect: Forcibly strips the Law structure from an attack, converting 50% of the original kinetic energy into pure mass points to be stored in the System; the remaining 50% of the energy has its power naturally reduced by 30% due to the core Law being torn apart.]

[Consumes 100 mass points per use, with a 5-second cooldown.]

Exchange price: 15,000 mass points.

"Good stuff!"

Su Ming's eyes lit up.

Isn't this the bane of Elemental-type Awakeners?

From now on, if anyone dares to throw flashy energy sequences at him, how is that any different from delivering him a meal?

Half the energy is directly converted into mass points, and the other half has its power slashed by 30%.

A 65% damage reduction from one skill?!

That's fucking awesome!

Let's look at the second one.

[Gravity Domain · Initial Stage] (Gravity Sequence)

[Effect: Using oneself as a singularity, projects a distorted gravity field onto the surrounding space, allowing for the construction of a controllable gravity suppression zone within a ten-meter radius.]

[Within the Domain, one can freely adjust the gravity multiplier applied to enemy units—ranging from 0.1x to 10x (based on the target's own mass).]

[Consumes mass points to maintain, 100 points per minute, can operate continuously once activated. Can be strengthened and upgraded with life-form transition or by devouring Gravity Sequence energy.]

Gravity Domain!

This one is even more ruthless, and the key is that it can be upgraded!

Last night, when Silicon-based Fusion occurred, the tables and chairs moved backward automatically and dust floated up against gravity; that was just a passive disturbance of space by his body.

Now, the System has directly upgraded this passive effect into an active skill!

Against those Agility-type assassins, or opponents who need high-speed maneuvering, once this Domain is opened, the opponent will instantly turn into a slow-motion shot.

And ten times gravity!

Everyone will be pinned to the ground eating dirt!

Perhaps sitting on a Tier 5 Source Beast and crushing it to death is no longer a dream!

And that 0.1?

Unless it can be used in conjunction with Mass Concealment, otherwise, with his tonnage, it's the same as no reduction...

Sigh, perhaps 0.1 should only be used on them...

A certain indescribable scene flashed through Su Ming's mind.

Before he had time to savor it, his gaze was pushed back by the price tag.

Two "15,000 mass points".

His face fell instantly.

In the past, exchanging for a skill would cost a few thousand points at most.

Now, it's starting at 15,000.

"System, I don't even want to talk to you!"

"See that I have money now, right?"

"You've applied the inflation rules of economic masters to the System store?"

"Are you running a supermarket here? Charging more just because the customer looks well-dressed?"

The System panel remained calm, merely popping up a line of data coldly.

[Host's current balance: 70,100. Remaining after purchasing two skills: 40,100. It is recommended to spend as soon as possible; buy early, enjoy early.]

"I recommend your motherfucker..."

Su Ming choked on the second half of his Blue Star profanity.

He felt this System was suspicious!

It even learned how to use rhetoric now?

"Recommended spending"?

So you're not just a loan shark, you're also an e-commerce customer service agent?

Is the next step going to be a pop-up saying, "Dear, stock is tight, act fast or it'll be gone!"?

He didn't dare to mess around!

Zhao Kuo's arrogant face and that dancing Lava Earth Fire in his palm instantly appeared in his mind.

S-rank · Lava Earth Fire?

Then he thought about the effect description of Kinetic Siphon—

"Converts 50% of the original kinetic energy into pure mass points."

In other words, if Zhao Kuo fires a fireball at him, not only will he not lose health, but he will also recover mana.

The harder Zhao Kuo attacks, the more he earns.

Heh.

Not bad.

Become my power bank completely!

Combined with [Gravity Domain], pinning him to the ground and rubbing him...

Tsk, that scene must be beautiful.

Haven't I been biding my time and enduring humiliation for so long just for this day?

Money is a bastard; you can earn it again after spending it!

"Exchange! Exchange them all for me!"

Su Ming steeled his heart and slammed his mind onto the purchase button.

[Ding! 15,000 mass points deducted, [Kinetic Siphon] exchange successful!]

[Ding! 15,000 mass points deducted, [Gravity Domain · Initial Stage] exchange successful!]

Two streams of information flooded into his consciousness.

The operational logic of Kinetic Siphon was instantly memorized by his body, as if it were instinct.

The gravity veins of Gravity Domain spread along his Silicon-based Fusion skeleton, perfectly coupling with the natural gravity of his 100-ton mass.

Su Ming clenched his fist.

The air in the room visibly stagnated for a fraction of a second, and the water cup on the table shook gently.

He immediately restrained it.

[Current mass point balance: 40,100.]

Still have forty thousand points.

He's well-off.

Su Ming closed the panel with satisfaction, stood up from the bed, and stretched his neck.

Now, let alone the Jiangcheng college entrance exam, even if all the candidates on the heavenly pride ranking of the Zhennan competition area were brought over, he could hang them up and beat them!

He glanced at the time on his phone.

Nine twenty-eight.

Two minutes until the final entry time for the written exam.

Su Ming leisurely put on his only old school uniform.

After putting it on, he glanced at himself in the shattered mirror.

After the double transformation of the military high-grade nutrient solution marrow cleansing and Silicon-based Fusion, the young man in the mirror was a completely different person from a month ago. His jawline was sharp, his contours were distinct, and his eyes carried a blade-like sharpness.

He was 1.85 meters tall, and his build was still lean.

Who would have thought that beneath this youthful frame, there was a True Mass of one hundred tons?

The Silicon-based Fusion body, with a density far exceeding steel, was suppressed to a normal human weight by Mass Concealment.

A walking camouflage bomb.

Su Ming tugged at the collar of his school uniform and walked to the window.

This was the third floor.

He bent his knees slightly.

The next second.

[Mass Engine]—Activate!

Boom!

A sonic boom suddenly exploded!

A blurry afterimage burst out from the third-floor window, drawing a straight line in mid-air that was hard for the naked eye to capture, shooting accurately toward Jiangcheng No. 1 High School several kilometers away!

Mass Engine combined with continuous trajectory changes from Inertial Drift!

He bypassed three residential buildings, crossed two main roads, and skimmed over the top of a bus.

The steamer lids of five breakfast stalls were blown away, and the newspapers of a dozen old men were torn into pieces by the wind pressure!

Ten kilometers.

The whole journey took only thirty seconds!

...

Jiangcheng No. 1 High School, Grade 12 Class 2 examination room.

The written exam had already started for twenty-nine minutes.

Zhao Kuo sat in the front row by the window with his legs crossed; he had long finished the test paper.

Of course, he didn't answer it himself.

A neural terminal patch-style AI cheating device, stuck under his hairline at the back of his neck, as thin as a cicada's wing. It was a good thing the Zhao family spent a million to get from the black market, and the school's basic scanner couldn't do anything about it.

The Lava Earth Fire in his palm jumped boredly, and his gaze swept to Su Ming's empty seat every few minutes.

The curve of his mouth grew larger and larger.

"He's dead, how could he come to take the exam?"

He whispered to Liu Ruyan beside him, his tone as relaxed as if he were chatting about the weather.

Liu Ruyan did not reply.

She had exquisite features, sat upright, and wore a proper smile.

But no one saw her left hand pressed under the desk, trembling uncontrollably.

Her talent, [Luck Companion], had been constantly issuing warnings since two days ago.

Not the faint kind.

It was the increasingly sharp, increasingly ear-piercing kind.

It was as if something was violently pulling the invisible thread inside her body. The force pulling that thread grew exponentially every hour.

She knew what this meant.

Su Ming was not dead.

Not only was he not dead, but he was also becoming stronger.

And every bit of Luck that was drained was causing the Foundation of her talent to loosen and crack.

Her fingernails dug into her palms.

But she dared not say a word.

She dared not show any sign of wavering in front of Zhao Kuo.

At the invigilator's seat, Homeroom Teacher Wang Jianguo sipped the wolfberry water in his thermos cup, his leg shaking like a sewing machine.

He was already calculating the wording for his year-end performance review.

Su Ming absent, Zhao Kuo the top scorer in both written and martial arts exams—another brilliant stroke on his resume as a homeroom teacher.

It's settled, it's settled.

Steady as a rock.

"Ten seconds left until the final entry for the written exam."

The AI's countdown came from the broadcast.

Zhao Kuo turned his head and took one last look at that empty seat.

The sneer on his mouth reached its peak.

Ten.

Nine.

Wang Jianguo took a big gulp of water.

Eight.

Seven.

The hand Liu Ruyan pressed under the table shook even more violently.

Six.

Five.

Four—

Boom!!!

The glass windows of the entire teaching building rattled simultaneously.

All candidates looked up at the same time.

A muffled sound like a war drum exploded from the direction of the playground!

Immediately after—outside the window, a straight crack extended from the school gate to the front of the teaching building. It was about two hundred meters long and no more than three fingers wide, as if something had torn the air itself against the ground.

At the entrance of the examination room.

A young man in a dark blue school uniform stood there with one hand in his pocket.

His face was lean, his features sharp, and his eyes were bleary as if he hadn't fully woken up yet.

What was somewhat comical was—

He was standing barefoot on the concrete floor, with smoke rising from the soles of his feet.

And where he landed, the concrete floor within a one-meter radius was covered with fine spiderweb cracks.

Zhao Kuo's smile froze.

Liu Ruyan's pupils shrank, and the hand pressed under the table clenched fiercely—the invisible thread of Luck in her body trembled crazily at this moment, as if its root had been grabbed by something.

The wolfberry water in Wang Jianguo's mouth almost sprayed out.

Su Ming stood at the door, looking down at his bare feet.

His toes awkwardly scraped the ground.

... Show-off failed.

Ran too fast and burned the soles of his shoes off.

I urgently need a pair of iron shoes.

Forget it, handle the important business first.

He glanced at the electronic clock above the examination room door.

Nine twenty-nine fifty-five.

Five seconds until the deadline.

He walked toward the entrance of the examination room.

The invigilator robot's mechanical arm blocked his way, and the infrared scanner aimed at his iris.

"Beep—Iris recognition passed. Candidate Su Ming, admission ticket number 371024, Grade 12 Class 2. One second until the deadline for entering the written exam. Entry compliant."

One second.

The corners of Su Ming's mouth curled slightly.

Timing it perfectly is the basic etiquette of a show-off.

He stepped into the examination room.

The moment he stepped into the examination room.

The air in the entire classroom froze.

All the teachers and students widened their eyes, their mouths open wide enough to fit an egg.

Dozens of eyes turned in unison, staring at the figure walking in unhurriedly at the door.

Su Ming!

He really came?

The smile on Zhao Kuo's face froze completely.

The color drained from his face bit by bit.

Instead, it was an incredulity as if he had seen a ghost.

He wasn't...

How could he possibly still be alive?!

The reply message was very clear!

But this person... just walked in like that.

And with one hand in his pocket, for fuck's sake!

Zhao Kuo's Adam's apple bobbed.

Only one thought in his mind—

Did those people lie to him?

Or... did they fail to kill him?

Liu Ruyan's reaction was greater than Zhao Kuo's.

When she saw that face, familiar yet unfamiliar,

Her delicate body trembled imperceptibly.

That face was more handsome than a month ago,

The contours of his features looked as if they had been re-sculpted by a master craftsman,

Carrying a heart-stopping, cold, sharp edge.

A sense of fear arose spontaneously!

Her face was as white as paper.

Her talent was giving frantic warnings.

That invisible thread,

Was being violently pulled back,

At a speed she could perceive.

Luck... was accelerating its return!

From the second she saw Su Ming standing there alive,

Her Luck Companion talent issued a shrill alarm.

That unlucky guy whose Luck she had once adsorbed,

Was standing there right now,

Exuding a sense of oppression from head to toe that made her instinctively want to run away.

An F-grade trash talent!

How could it have become so much stronger?!