24: Chapter 24 Choose One of Three Divine Skills!

"System, did you glitch? I'm clearly Tier 2 Bronze, so why am I still in my first form?"

[System Notification: The classification of life forms is based on the fundamental laws of the universe and is unrelated to the Awakened ranking system of this world. Activation condition for the second life form: True Mass must reach 100 tons.]

One hundred tons.

He was currently at one ton. He was still ninety-nine tons short.

At a daily compound growth rate of one percent, without consuming anything... forget it.

Never mind.

Thinking about it too much would just ruin his mood.

Three days ago, Su Ming was only seventy-something kilograms.

It had only taken three days to go from seventy-something kilograms to one ton.

If one hundred tons seemed like an astronomical figure to him the day before yesterday, looking back from his current position of one ton, it didn't seem so unreachable anymore.

Though the road is long, taking steps will get you there.

Though the mass is heavy, consuming will get you there.

He fed himself a bowl of chicken soup for the soul, and his mood improved just a little bit.

[System Store has been activated.]

Accompanied by a mechanical sound in his mind, three skill icons radiating a cold metallic luster appeared side-by-side before Su Ming's eyes.

Su Ming clicked in.

The store interface was extremely minimalist.

The three skill icons were displayed side-by-side, with no flashy special effects, no pop-up ads for limited-time discounts, and not even a "New User First Order Discount."

Cold, ruthless, and refusing to haggle.

Below each icon, a line of large text was clearly marked:

[Exchange Price: 2000 mass points]

Su Ming glanced at the first icon.

[Mass Mastery]: Thoroughly control the laws of your own mass and density. Every exertion of force generates terrifying kinetic energy equal to 1.5 times your own mass, with a 30% chance to trigger full True Mass damage.

He clicked on the second one.

[Mass Concealment]: Perfectly suppress your own true weight to a normal human level. This state only changes external terrain feedback and weight perception, without affecting any kinetic energy conversion or bursts.

Finally, there was the third one that carried a sense of explosion.

[Mass Engine]: Instantly compress and release muscle fibers, converting massive mass into extreme directional thrust. Start at the peak, reach full speed instantly.

"System, aren't these prices a bit out of touch with the masses?"

Su Ming's mouth twitched violently. He looked at his pitiful mass points balance, and his heart instantly sank.

"Two thousand for one, six thousand for all three... when on earth am I going to save up enough?"

"I'm already an adult; I don't want to answer multiple-choice questions!"

mass points: 2277.2 points.

Pick one of three, and only 277 points would be left after buying.

This damn system was definitely doing it on purpose!

It had just let him get rich overnight, and now it was putting out three sky-high priced items to precisely harvest him.

This was no coincidence.

This was blatant scheming.

He looked down at the concrete floor beneath his feet, which had already cracked into a spiderweb pattern.

[Mass Concealment] was a must-buy.

He was currently a walking "demolition squad"!

If he didn't buy it, he would crush wherever he walked.

"If I were to stroll through a mall, one step would cost thousands of yuan. Before the college entrance exam even arrived, I'd have to sell my life to the property management as a security guard for the rest of my days."

Most importantly, this matter concerned his future happiness as a man.

An image of Shen Qingci's SS-tier long legs, which could be called works of art, appeared in his mind.

If they happened to spark some romance, it wouldn't be a sweet relationship, but a damn murder!

"No, absolutely not! Shen Qingci's legs are for admiring and... you know, they absolutely cannot be used to test the hardness of my body!"

Su Ming shook his head violently, throwing those horrifying images out of his mind.

He felt a bit miserable at this moment; thinking about it, this skill had way too many side effects!

Su Ming stared at the description of [Mass Mastery], his eyes growing brighter.

Although he was tough now, his attack methods were too singular. 1.5 times kinetic energy bonus, what kind of concept was that?!

A basic attack was an ultimate move!

Every punch was the full-speed impact of a heavy, fully loaded SUV!

And a 30% chance to trigger True Mass damage—it was just too awesome!

Seeing the third icon made Su Ming's gaze gradually become "wild."

The third one,

[Mass Engine]: Instantly compress and release muscle fibers, converting massive mass into extreme directional thrust. Start at the peak, reach full speed instantly.

A high-burst divine skill!

A man can be not handsome, but he absolutely cannot be slow!

And what was even more terrifying than speed was a several-ton iron lump turning on a catapult booster!

This thing sounded like it was going against physics textbooks.

A heavy tank driving a supercar?

The heavier I am, the faster I go?

It didn't matter if it went against them.

If Newton couldn't keep his coffin lid down, that wasn't his business anymore.

The more Su Ming thought about it, the better it felt. He had even started choreographing his post-battle cool-guy lines in his mind.

"Inhale the smoke into the lungs and breathe it out?"

"Why is the newly paved road so flat?"

"Nine lotus flowers left out of ten?"

...

Looking at these three divine skills, Su Ming felt like he was on a roller coaster. It was truly awesome, but he was also truly poor.

He squatted in place, hands on his knees, his gaze jumping back and forth between the three icons.

His left eye looked at Dominion, his right eye aimed at Engine, while his peripheral vision lingered longingly on Concealment.

He looked just like a housewife standing in front of a supermarket shelf, agonizing over which bottle of laundry detergent to buy.

Su Ming found paper and a pen.

He tore off three strips of paper and wrote on them respectively: [Stronger], [Better], [Faster].

He squeezed the three paper balls in his palm and weighed them.

Three directions, each representing a completely different fighting style.

[Mass Mastery]—Overcoming ten thousand techniques with one force.

[Mass Concealment]—Playing the pig to eat the tiger.

[Mass Engine]—Taking the enemy by surprise, winning with speed.

Going to the Source Abyss entrance, which one did he need?

Su Ming closed his eyes, tossed the paper balls above his head, and reached out to grab them.

He exerted force with his feet suddenly.

"Boom—!"

Half the floor collapsed.

He sank into the crack in the floor, his lower body dangling in the air, almost stepping straight through the ceiling below.

Two of the three paper balls were blown away by the air blast.

Only one remained, spinning unhurriedly as it landed on his face.

Su Ming, stuck in the floor crack, tilted his head back and struggled to see that one word clearly.

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