258: Chapter 239 Yuan Dunxing 258: Chapter 239 Yuan Dunxing “My Talent Ability is eating a lot, but the price is that I get hungry easily.”
Yuan Dunxing, a forr Sophist, was not a genius.
On the contrary, when he first beca a professional, most people’s evaluation of him was sowhat negative.
“He has pretty bad talents and basic aptitude; it would be great if he could graduate normally”…
This assessnt included his own.
“Why choose the Contractor route?
Well, I’m a kid from a small village, so of course I want to make money as soon as possible.
A profession that doesn’t require talent and can generate stable inco is perfect for .”
“The gourt path?
I’ve actually looked into that, but my talent doesn’t an anything in that profession.
Gourts focus on ‘nutrition’, and the core of their work is to hunt and consu the life essence of other creatures to compensate for their weaknesses and enhance their strengths.
Eating quickly is aningless; what’s important is what you eat.”
At that ti, when asked why he wasn’t pursuing a path more closely aligned with his talent, the young man showed a bitter smile.
“…Besides, eating a lot ans higher food expenses.
I’m already struggling as it is, so let’s just forget about it.”
Although he managed to enter Ancient City University with his impressive general knowledge scores, both the teachers and fellow students still didn’t hold high hopes for his future.
Compared to his peers, he seed to lack a bit of…
ambition?
As is well known, professionals are always racing against ti, leveling up with increased urgency like a shackle binding them, craving not just power but also survival.
The growth of one’s Talent Ability is like a noose; so people progress quickly, while others are slower.
But often, those who are more determined live slightly longer or at least grow taller.
“He should just join a diocre civilian agency as an ordinary employee or in logistics, or simply beco a Contractor’s professional agent from the start.”
Among his peers, there were far more promising individuals, such as Xia Qin with her rare “Mark” talent, and Lei Huoren who could see into people’s hearts.
It is common sense in the industry that the best career path should correspond with one’s Abnormal Ability.
Yuan Dunxing’s Talent Ability was too ordinary, which was the root cause of people’s low expectations.
But so people are destined to shine…
even if the light they emit is a bit special and subtle.
In his second and third years, during his internship, he demonstrated remarkable talent and made rapid progress on the path of being a Contractor.
A person without talent, who hones his professional skills to the extre, is, in a sense, the epito of inspiration…
Especially when he turned the original “Contractor,” who had no combat power, into a battle-profession through his own efforts.
“Old Ke, I’m counting on you.”
On the right arm of the Sophist, a bizarre human-face tumor erged, filled with pain and the taste of blood.
Faced with the extre pressure of a sixth-tier chanical Beast Tar, he finally unleashed his true power…
that wicked and taboo ability.
A book appeared in his left hand, with a cover bearing the words “Calamity Arm” Ke Zhenmo.
“Boom!”
The twisted, deford right arm expanded more than twice its size instantly, and the monstrous limb knocked Fang Wen flying away.
This was not just simple brute force; it was a once-elite master’s ultimate technique—Burst Arm.
As his wrist bled profusely from the exertion, Yuan Dunxing simply whistled, as though he didn’t feel a thing.
He closed the book, waved his hand, and another blue-skinned book appeared.
“Boom!”
This ti, his left leg sprang into action!
The delicate, slender left leg, like that of an elegant female dancer, possessed a bizarre presence but sohow fit harmoniously with his body, appearing both terrifying and well-proportioned.
At that mont, his left foot exerted force and suspended in the air, kicking seventeen tis in a row, as fast as a phantom with his Shadowless Leg technique, even kicking Fang Wen’s body apart.
Lin Xiang, once a genius fighter, had no title but was an outstanding master of kicking techniques…
Now, her na erged in the blue book, and her “face” appeared on the Sophist’s left foot.
“This is your ability to record other people’s lives, quite interesting…”
Fang Wen, floating in mid-air, remained silent, her spirit waves full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.
In her eyes, using a “book” to record soone’s life (mory, knowledge, skills) and extracting their Life Essence using a physical body, then combining them when necessary, was an ability that perfectly aligned with the Mother Goddess’s powers!
“Life Collector” was Yuan Dunxing’s advancent as a fourth-tier Contractor…
it was not the path of a certain deity, but the path he had taken himself.
One day, his secret for progressing so quickly was discovered, leading to a tragedy that Special Service Team Three…
No, the entire ‘Zion District’ was unwilling to face.
Yuan Dunxing had always had a hobby of observing the lives of others and recording them in his own “notebook”…
In particular, he was most fond of the lives of various abnormal individuals, such as aging warriors or serial killers.
It wasn’t a big deal, as there were many strange people in the Special Service Team, and he was just another “human hobbyist.”
His bookshelf was filled with observational reports and “souvenirs” of extre individuals.
On the other side of the bookshelf, there were piles of “Contract Books” and “Taboo Notes.”
Normal scholarly system advancent, in the end, was about exercising the “reading and writing” ability, an endless improvent of “writing taboos (output pollution).” Writing “Magic Guidebooks” and “Taboo Books” was a simple and effective way to improve.
But one day, he had a sudden whimsical thought.
“Writing pollution, in the end, is my own output of pollution.
What if I use others to write it…”
So, one day, he turned a serial killer into “ink,” making them his cri record and psychological diary.
The result was delightful.
In just one day, under the dual joy of spirit and body, he completed the record.
The improvent of his strength was delightful, but the most surprising part was that whenever he opened that book, it was as if he was truly reading the life of the killer.
The killer’s delight in committing cris, the killer’s love for his prey…
the double stimulation of emotion and vision completely awakened his curiosity.
Thus, one human-skin book after another was completed, the other side of the bookshelf beca more cramped, and the original “notes” beca less and less appealing to him.
Using “pollution from others” to write “human-skin books” accelerated his progress, and other people’s lives beca his “accumulation.” He advanced rapidly along the scholarly path of recording other people’s lives.
But stimulation had its limits.
He gradually beca numb, bored, unsatisfied, and slowed down again.
“The records of human-skin books are always limited – without their real souls, they are just records…”
So, one day, he found a new interest.
“…
What if there’s a way to record their souls and Life Essences as well?
Wouldn’t that be the most perfect way to reproduce them?”
A simple curiosity eventually shaped a human devil.
One book, two books, three books…
Right arm, back, left foot…
When the Sophist opened one Life Book after another, the fragnts of broken souls and lives were awakened, and the newly-born bizarre life forms continued to exist within his body.
“Aroo!”
The “fish head” on his back roared, summoning the remaining beasts.
The twisted, transforming devil grinned with delight…
It wasn’t him who was fighting, so naturally, he could laugh if he wanted to.
He was still just an observer, a bystander.
Only when he felt the urge would he take the stage and beco a star once more.
When Lu Ping’an climbed over the city wall, what he witnessed was indeed the horrifying scene of Fang Wen at a disadvantage.
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