The sun is scorching hot and my back is dripping with sweat.

When Huaishi came back to her senses, she was standing on the playground, and there were constant sounds of haha ​​behind her. She seemed to be doing some kind of radio gymnastics with the buddies across from her.

Before he could react, someone kicked him from behind, and a strong man in a vest pointed at him and yelled: "Chen Bo, you are a coward! Haven't you eaten?"

After that, he pushed his opponent aside and took a stance: "Come on, let's practice."

Huai Shi looked over his shoulder and saw the slogan on the wall behind him.

Sweat more in normal times and bleed less in times of war.

Before he could react, his body seemed to move, and he rushed straight towards the strong man in front of him, no, the instructor.

Bang!

Seal the door with a punch.

Huaishi's vision went dark and she was in severe pain.

"Come again!" The instructor hooked his hand at Chen Bo.

Only now did he realize that he seemed to be in a strange state of possession, like a spirit behind him, passively feeling the feedback from this body.

It was clear that he was in a trance, as if he was dreaming, but the pain was real, without any discount.

Bang!

There was another trip and joint grapple, and Huaishi felt her face hit the ground.

"Come again!"

Bang!

"Come again!"

Bang!

…

The scene was constantly changing, and in those fragmented dream fragments, I seemed to be repeating the process of being abused by several instructors in various ways.

It was as if they were specifically focused on the unlucky guy they were possessing. They would beat him severely if his movements were not standard, then he would be beaten if he was slow to react, he would be beaten if he was about to eat, and he would be beaten again if he was just being trained.

Beat Chen Bo while eating, sleeping...

There was even a nightmare experience of having sex with a group of muscular naked men in the dormitory...

Due to the body odor and foot odor, Huaishi had completely given up hope.

It wasn't until Chen Bo was able to barely fight two rounds with a few instructors using Juntiquan that he transformed from a rookie into a slightly bigger rookie. He was fired for fighting with idle members of society during police training!

Became a new social idler!

It was so gratifying and congratulatory that Huai Shi almost cried because she finally didn't have to be beaten so violently.

What the hell is this?

Did he accidentally obtain some kind of super beaten system?

The experience that followed was simply unspeakable. In the fragmented nightmare, Huai Shi's identity kept changing, from an unlucky student who was violently beaten with military fists by the instructor, to a young man who fought with a knife in his pocket on a hot day.

A gangster, and then he turned into a guard squatting in front of the door to see if SIR came to crack down on pornography. Then he turned into a dead turtle man who greeted customers every night to look at girls. In the end, he turned into

A bald middle-aged man was in a meeting...

This grandson really likes meetings.

Study meetings, seminars, inspection meetings, inspection meetings, report meetings... I simply put my limited energy into unlimited meetings...

Those fragments kept stacking together, stacked on top of each other like a dangerous building, until they reached the limit, collapsed suddenly, and turned into hundreds again.

Huai Shi's consciousness was also pulled apart and split, with hundreds of selves living side by side in hundreds of nightmares, in a continuous cycle.

It was as if the computer that was assembled for 150 yuan was overloaded with the workload of the Galaxy Computer. In the end, the violently rotating brain seemed to have rubbed flames from the inside of the skull, burning everything away.

All the nightmares were shattered.

Huai Shi opened her eyes and gasped violently. Sweat dripped from her face, slid down the armrests of the chair, and landed on the wet floor.

The clock on the wall is still turning slowly.

It had only been five minutes since he closed his eyes.

He has been beaten eighty or ninety times, had dozens of fights, been sent to the hospital several times, left out for hundreds of days, and sent a young lady wearing very little cloth into a small pink room for thousands of years.

Countless meetings were held...

It is simply a one-stop social experience.

…

"It's really... hell..."

Huai Shi murmured dully, unable to hold up her body and slipped from the chair.

In a daze, he closed his eyes.

Just let me die...

For a moment, he seemed to see his tragic life in the future and made this wish from the bottom of his heart.

Then, it became the same as all the wishes Huai Shi had made before.

——There is no possibility of realization.

.

.

When he opened his eyes, it was already early morning the next day.

He was still lying on the floor, but his body felt much better, as if he had taken some magic pill.

Soon he saw the hanging needles stuck in his hands, well, a bottle of saline and a bottle of glucose...

"Are you awake?"

A crow's head suddenly popped out of the thorns, and he congratulated happily: "We have cured the disease that makes everyone look like a dove!"

"...Then I really thank you."

"Doctors have a parental heart, so don't worry about it."

The crow flapped its wings, flew to the edge of the table, sat down with its legs crossed, rolled up a cigarette from nowhere in one wing, lit it skillfully, and started smoking in a very social manner. It was just a smoke that was swallowed.

But it escaped from under its feathers, looking very strange.

"How's it going? Did you get anything?" Crow asked.

"Does it count if you wake up alive?"

Huaishi got up from the ground angrily, but she didn't dare to pull out the hanging needle, so she could only lean on the chair carefully and sit down.

Only then did he realize that he was no longer what he was before, completely different from the past - he was a man with an attribute panel.

He immediately opened the Book of Destiny and looked at his data on the title page.

Ignore the inexplicable 'stress period' label and the empty columns of stigmata and miracle engravings. Below is the simple and easy-to-understand skill column.

General knowledge, which represents common sense and education, is still at the extremely shameful LV3 level. Before graduating from high school, some of the knowledge has already been given back to the physical education teacher.

The art that represents his cello skills is what makes him slightly proud of LV6. He has reached the professional level. To improve further, he must rely on 99% of sweat and the crucial 1%.

Talented.

And the inexplicable skill 'Premonition of Death' is still gray.

It feels more and more like some strange game.

Don’t you want to earn money for yourself?

Huaishi felt a little worried.

After using it last night, Huaishi finally had a preliminary understanding of its classification. According to the provisions of the Book of Destiny, only abilities that are skillfully mastered and can be used at will will be recognized as skills.

The maximum limit that ordinary people can reach through learning and continuous practice throughout their lives is LV10, which is level ten.

Usually the first few levels of skills are relatively easy, but just like the settings created by the numerical planning of black-hearted game manufacturers, the higher you go, even just a little increase requires hundreds of times the effort.

And for some people, level 10 is already the end. For some, it may be just the starting point.

Huaishi knows this very well.

It's like two papers with the same perfect score.

Sometimes the level doesn't mean anything, it's just a convenience used by the Book of Destiny to measure himself.

Feeling that there was still a long way to go, Huai Shi continued to look down, and then realized that he had acquired several new skills overnight.

[Fighting·Basic Military Boxing LV4]

【Investigation LV4】

There is also a somewhat funny [illegal group management LV3]
To be continued...