69: Chapter 69 Ten Tons! Advancement to the Third Tier!

"You... you you you... you killed a quasi-Tier 4 Source Beast by force, and you aren't even injured!?"

Her voice carried a tremor she hadn't even noticed herself, indistinguishable between shock and sheer disbelief.

"Huh? How could I not be injured?"

Su Ming looked innocent as he raised his arm and pointed to a faint red mark just below his collarbone, scratched by a wolf claw.

"Look, it even scratched me red..."

"..."

Shen Qingci almost choked on her own breath. Red, your head! You call that an injury?!

Su Ming watched her frustrated expression, looking like she wanted to draw her blade, and felt a bloom of joy in his heart.

Shen Qingci circled around Su Ming again and again. Fighting a Source Beast of that level, he had been bitten no less than twenty times from start to finish, with blood spraying like a fountain. No wounds?

Her gaze slid from Su Ming's shoulders to his chest, then from his chest to his abdomen. There were indeed no wounds. Not even a scar.

His skin was healthy and lustrous, his muscle lines smooth—not like those bodybuilder types, but more like a jaguar. Every inch contained astonishing explosive power.

Broad shoulders and a narrow waist, the outline of his abs faintly visible, not deliberately showing off yet just right. Combined with that handsome face...

Shen Qingci's gaze lingered for an extra second without her realizing it.

This wasn't someone who had just experienced a bloody deathmatch; this was clearly someone who had just finished filming a high-end men's body wash commercial.

Without realizing it, Shen Qingci's gaze shifted from "checking for injuries" to "admiring his physique."

This guy must be one meter ninety tall, right? He seemed even taller than when she saw him at the Scrap Yard entrance last time...

He noticed that this girl's gaze seemed to keep drifting towards his abs inadvertently. Is this... taking the bait? She's already started inspecting the goods!

Su Ming pretended to stretch his muscles, unobtrusively doing a chest expansion exercise, causing his back muscles to tense up instantly and stretch out the beautiful outline of his shoulder blades.

Then, as if his neck were uncomfortable, he tilted his head, raised his arms high above his head, and stretched his waistline. Every movement perfectly showcased his physique, which was comparable to a top-tier work of art, in a 360-degree display without any blind spots. An aura of masculinity hit her head-on.

Shen Qingci had never seen anything like this. She had grown up struggling in military camps and martial arts universities; the men she had met were either rough brutes, old men, or fools like Lu Beichen who were all glitter on the outside and rotten on the inside.

Someone like Su Ming, who combined wild power and an exquisite appearance so perfectly... was one of a kind.

She only felt her cheeks getting hotter and hotter, her heart beating a little fast, and her chest feeling stifled. Am... am I poisoned? Could it be that the toxins from those Poison-Sac Spiders earlier had a delayed effect?

After finishing his flashy poses, Su Ming felt pretty good about himself and looked at her with a smile. "How is it? Do you like my new outfit?"

"You aren't wearing..." Shen Qingci blurted out, then slammed on the brakes halfway through, her face turning red down to the roots of her neck in a "whoosh."

She only then realized that the "outfit" this guy was talking about was just his own muscular body! Scoundrel!

Su Ming feigned a sudden realization, looked down at his bare upper body, and put on a look of heartbreak. "Huh? Where's my clothes? Oh, I remember now, they were torn apart by the Red-maned Wind-blade Wolf King's claw while I was protecting Miss Shen!"

He changed his tone, looking at Shen Qingci with sincere eyes. "That was a limited edition windbreaker made of B-grade composite material. So... Miss Shen, do you think you could reimburse me for it?"

"Fine!" Shen Qingci gritted her teeth and squeezed the word out from between them. "I'll reimburse you! You money-grubbing jerk!"

She naturally knew that he had been bare-chested ever since the battle with that mercenary mecha pilot... Oh my, thinking of that made her ears hot again. Shen Qingci wished she had Su Ming's thick skin. This guy's skin was thicker than the flesh on his body!

After scolding him, she took a deep breath to calm herself down, then pointed to the huge corpse of the Red-maned Wind-blade Wolf King and the scattered remains of the Wind Blade Wolves in the distance.

"You killed this Wolf King by yourself, so the loot is all yours. Also, I just killed thirty-seven Tier 2 Wind Blade Wolves, and those are yours too."

"Really?" Su Ming's eyes lit up. Thirty-seven Tier 2s! And a quasi-Tier 4! How many mass points would that be worth? This woman... she wouldn't have fallen for me, would she?

He felt that his earlier display hadn't been in vain. It seemed worth taking some advanced courses later; he heard that men dancing on stripper poles wasn't bad either? Being a multi-talented handsome man had boundless prospects.

Su Ming gave a thumbs up. "Miss Shen is generous."

"Are you touched?" Shen Qingci asked, annoyed by his money-grubbing look.

"I dare not move, I dare not move; I prefer lying down." Su Ming waved his hands repeatedly, looking serious.

Shen Qingci cursed him as a dirty scoundrel under her breath and ran off to check on Dahuang.

Su Ming moved his thoughts, directly collecting the mountain-like corpse of the Red-maned Wind-blade Wolf King under his feet into his system space. "Steward, devour!"

Then, he waited quietly. One second. Two seconds. Five seconds... The expected income notification sound did not ring. Hmm? Su Ming frowned, feeling that things were not simple.

"System, are you lagging? Or did you crash?"

[Daily automatic devouring quota has been exhausted.] The cold mechanical voice was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head.

"What the hell? There's a limit?" Su Ming was stunned.

He suddenly remembered that when he first activated the "Space Steward," a description page seemed to have popped up, but he was in a hurry to fight and hadn't looked at it carefully at all.

He quickly sank his consciousness into the system.

[Space Steward · Primary] Automatic Recycling: Can perform background silent devouring of specified items within the space, with a daily devouring limit of 10,000 mass points.

Intelligent Classification: Automatically stores devoured items in separate areas from the host's daily necessities to avoid confusion.

Conversion Preview: Can preview the estimated revenue of batch devouring to prevent accidentally devouring high-value items.

Management Service Fee: Every time automatic recycling produces mass points, the system will deduct 5% as a service fee.

Upgrade Conditions: Promoting to [Space Steward · Intermediate] requires 10,000 mass points. After upgrading, the daily limit increases to 50,000 points, and the management fee drops to 3%.

Looking at that eye-catching line "Daily limit of 10,000 mass points," ten thousand alpacas stampeded through Su Ming's heart. Profiteer! What a profiteer! He paid a huge sum for the membership, and they actually fucking limited the traffic?!

He probed his consciousness into the space to scan. Sure enough, the corpses of the Rock-Armored Centipede, Poison-Sac Spider, and Needle-Stinger Fly he had collected earlier had only been devoured more than halfway; the rest were neatly stacked in a corner, with a thoughtful label next to them: "Queuing to be devoured."

On the other side, in his personal item area, a key, a generic pair of headphones, a mobile phone, and two large boxes of tissues he didn't know what to do with were all arranged in perfect order.

... He also saw that one school uniform, the only one he had, which he had kept at the bottom of the box and had worn for three years after patching it up.

Su Ming moved his thoughts and took out the school uniform. Always being bare-chested wasn't a good thing; he couldn't keep giving Miss Shen free shows.

He quickly put on the wrinkled school uniform and zipped it up, finally covering up that provocative muscular body.

He took a look at his panel. [mass points: 9100]

Activating the Space Steward cost seven thousand. Before killing the Wolf King, he had spent almost all his remaining points on healing his injuries, which added up to about two thousand two hundred points in total.

Fortunately, the Space Steward had already diligently devoured the 10,000-point limit today, which was why he had his current balance.

[True Mass: 1030.3 kg (+)]

From the assassin sent by Zhao Kuo, to this wave of Source Beast tide, and then to the deathmatch with the Wolf King, he had almost never stopped. He had been thinking about upgrading, but it was constantly interrupted. Fortunately, blessings and curses depend on each other. After this battle, he had a clearer understanding of his own strength. Now, it was time!

"System, all in!" A sharp light flashed in Su Ming's eyes. "I'm going to advance to Tier 3 Silver!!"

[Ding! Consumed 9070 mass points, converting 9070kg of True Mass... converting...]

[Congratulations to the host, True Mass has exceeded 10000kg, successfully promoted to Tier 3 Silver!]

Boom! An indescribable, terrifying power exploded from within his body! His bones, muscles, fascia, and even every single cell underwent a earth-shattering qualitative change at this moment!

If saying he was a piece of high-density alloy felt like an exaggeration before, now he was a "solid-state physical miracle"!

[Host: Su Ming] [Realm: Tier 3 Silver] [Life Form: First Life Form (Carbon-based mortal body)] [True Mass: 10030.3 kg (+)] [mass points: 100] [Promotion Progress: 10%]

Ten tons! His physique was still that of a lean young man, but his density had far exceeded any known natural elemental substance on Earth in his previous life.

The heaviest stable metal in his past life was osmium, with a density of about 22,000. And now he... was five times that of osmium. What did this mean?

If he ran at a normal person's speed, the impact force generated would be one hundred times that of a normal person. This wasn't a mud-truck; this was a solid armor-piercing projectile with legs.

Su Ming could feel the ground beneath his feet trembling slightly. No, the ground wasn't shaking; the ground was... collapsing.

Su Ming stood in place and looked down. Both his feet had already sunk into the soil layer, as if stepping on soft sand.

"..." He tried to take a step forward. His entire lower leg plunged into the ground. He took another step. Everything below his knees was buried.

In the distance, Shen Qingci, who had just set up a simple defense around the blood cocoon containing Dahuang, was speechless when she saw this scene.

"What are you doing?" Su Ming said expressionlessly. "I'm walking."

"Can't you be lighter?" "I haven't even used any force yet..."

He was telling the truth. Ten tons of weight on the small contact area of two feet. The distributed pressure... reinforced concrete was no different from a biscuit under his feet.

If he jumped, he reckoned he could plant himself half a meter deep into the ground. He was screwed.

Su Ming froze in place, suddenly understanding what it meant to "pay to get stronger, only to become too strong to move."

He quickly took a look at the system store. [Mass Concealment]: Perfectly suppresses one's true weight to a normal person's level. This state only changes the terrain feedback and weight perception from the outside world and does not affect any kinetic energy conversion or explosive power. It could be exchanged for two thousand mass points.

He looked at his balance again. [mass points: 100] Su Ming's vision went black. Damn (a type of plant). He was short by one thousand nine hundred.

Su Ming's gaze slowly turned to the massive Wolf King remains in the system space. The daily quota was used up, but that was the Space Steward's automatic devouring quota. He could manually devour it himself without restriction.

He probed his consciousness into the space and pressed a palm onto the Wolf King remains. "Devour!"

Unlike other Source Beasts, the quasi-Tier 4 Wolf King contained extremely rich Source Energy, and its bone density and muscle structure were far beyond those of ordinary Tier 2s.

A minute later. [Ding! Devoured quasi-Tier 4 Red-maned Wind-blade Wolf King remains, mass points + 2000!]

Yes! Su Ming's eyes lit up. Exactly two thousand! mass points balance: 2100. Just enough.

He didn't hesitate. "Exchange — Mass Concealment!"

[Ding! Consumed 2000 mass points, skill [Mass Concealment] has been exchanged!]

In an instant, Su Ming felt his body become lighter. That terrifying sense of burden that threatened to crush the earth beneath him vanished instantly.

Su Ming controlled his own weight perception, pressing it down from ten tons to one hundred kilograms, then to eighty, then to seventy-five. Standard body weight.

He pulled his legs out of the pit and stomped his feet lightly. The ground didn't move an inch.

Su Ming let out a long breath. That's more like it.

[Mass Concealment], among all the system skills, the names weren't very good, but this one was definitely the most practical god-tier skill.

Not for anything else. Let alone his future personal sex life. Just speaking of when he becomes invincible in the future, if he took a dump, he could open a backdoor for the Earth. How could that be allowed?