The Omniscient Novel Chapter 10: The Fragility of the Human Body

Chapter 10: The Fragility of the Human Body

Huang Ji had uncovered several secrets about the human body.

His ability to defeat Hu Feng and Wang Zhen was precisely because he understood how to identify people's vulnerabilities.

Humans are inherently fragile. Even the seemingly robust are riddled with weaknesses and ailnts.

When rescuing Dr. Liang on the mountain, Huang Ji learned how to pinpoint these vulnerabilities.

He could sense with precision where a heavy blow would leave soone winded or where it might cause cramps.

It was almost like acupuncture—he could effortlessly find critical points to strike!

Many of these critical points were obscure and often overlooked.

While the brain, heart, throat, and neck are well-known vital areas, Huang Ji had discovered hundreds of other peculiar and critical points on the human body.

Among them, there truly existed "lethal points"—and not just one kind!

Huang Ji didn't want to kill anyone, but if he had truly wanted to, all it would have taken was a precise strike to certain spots on Wang Zhen or Hu Feng.

If he struck with the right angle and force, they could have suffered a fatal stroke on the spot!

Even if they didn’t die, they could have been paralyzed.

For those with frail bodies, there were even terrifying points that could cause instantaneous death upon contact.

Take Lü Zongmin, for instance. His body had two such "super-lethal" points—one permanent and one that appeared intermittently. Touching them would result in instant death!

These points were often extrely tricky, varying from person to person.

Moreover, their location could shift depending on the ti, posture, or other factors. Sotis, they might even temporarily disappear or beco less lethal, rely causing injury or disability instead.

Because of this variability, such critical points could never be compiled into a "manual."

Huang Ji could only rely on his abilities to detect and use them in the mont.

"Where there are critical points—negative nodes—there must also be positive ones on the human body," he mused.

"These beneficial nodes are limited on the surface, with only a few dozen spots. But if you count internal locations, there are hundreds of them!"

"Their exact functions are still unclear, though. I’ll need to study dicine systematically to figure them out."

While pondering these thoughts, Huang Ji casually opened the safe.

He took out 10,000 RMB, then dragged the safe to another location and buried it in the ground again.

The safe was too heavy—its contents included 3 million RMB in cash, which alone weighed 69 pounds. Including the safe, it weighed over 70 pounds!

Huang Ji could only drag it, knowing he wouldn’t be able to bring it ho. He had only co to move the money to a different spot and to take a bit for his own use. ????????????S

"I need a private place of my own..."

"But with this money, I can’t do much in my current situation."

"Even if I won a lottery to explain the source of the money, Grandpa would just take it all."

"I need to find a way to beco independent first."

After tidying up, Huang Ji returned ho with the 10,000 RMB and hid it safely.

He knew that his most urgent goal was to gain independence.

But as a so-called "fool," how could he convince his grandfather?

Grandpa was incredibly stubborn and deeply cared for Huang Ji, so ordinary argunts wouldn’t work on him.

As for pretending his intelligence was slowly improving, that might have been feasible. However, due to his involvent in the kidnapping case, he couldn’t afford to show any sudden signs of ntal clarity for a long ti.

The primary reason he hadn’t been implicated in the kidnapping case was his identity as soone with an intellectual disability.

If he suddenly stopped acting like he had this condition, it could lead to unnecessary complications.

Thus, for now, he had to keep up the act, posing as a mildly intellectually disabled child with an IQ under 80.

"School! I didn’t take the high school entrance exam. Without it, I have no prospects other than being a burden to Grandpa. He’s always worried about that."

"With no one else in the family, Grandpa’s afraid that when he’s no longer around, I’ll be left with no one to rely on..."

"I need to find a way to convince Grandpa to let

go to the city for school."

The "school" Huang Ji was considering wasn’t anything fancy.

There were plenty of vocational schools that didn’t require high exam scores. As long as he had a junior high school record and paid the tuition, he could attend.

If nothing else worked, he could even consider places like New Oriental Culinary School or Blue Whale Excavator Training Academy!

"Learning so skills and being able to earn money to take care of myself—that’s exactly what Grandpa hopes for ."

"The key is to reassure Grandpa that I’ll be safe living in the city, staying in a dorm."

However, Huang Ji imdiately ruled out the possibility of traveling to an unfamiliar city and enrolling on his own.

It was impossible. At the very least, he’d need soone from the sa village to accompany him and look out for him at school or in the sa city.

With that kind of support, he’d have a chance of convincing Grandpa.

"But who?"

Huang Ji realized that just thinking about it wouldn’t help. It was better to observe and find soone.

The next morning, he wandered around the village, looking here and there, occasionally standing in a daze.

The villagers were used to it. After all, everyone in the close-knit community knew about his condition. When they saw him, they greeted him with smiles and sotis invited him in for a drink of water or so snacks.

However, after several days of searching, Huang Ji still couldn’t find a suitable candidate.

That was until April 15th, when the Village Head’s eldest daughter returned to the village with her boyfriend.

The Village Head’s younger daughter, Fan Lingli, was a charming and outgoing woman.

She had previously studied in Shanghai and found a job there afterward. Now, she was the manager of a HLA clothing store in a mall.

At 28 years old, she had been in a relationship for two years, and the Village Head had been eager to et her boyfriend. That’s why she brought him ho this ti.

"Huang Ji? Co in and sit!" Fan Lingli had brought back plenty of snacks and small gifts, which a group of children eagerly surrounded.

When she noticed Huang Ji standing dazed at the door, she cheerfully invited him inside.

Huang Ji imdiately realized she might be an excellent candidate.

Adopting a slightly slow deanor, he began speaking with her.

Fan Lingli patiently listened to Huang Ji, occasionally asking about the latest happenings in the village.

Huang Ji responded in a coherent manner, though his words were simple and his tone slow.

He also ntioned that his strange illness was better now and that he no longer fainted frequently. Between his words, he expressed how much he missed going to school.

"Oh, so you’re not in school anymore," Fan Lingli said, patting Huang Ji on the shoulder.

Huang Ji didn’t elaborate further and skillfully shifted away from the topic.

At that mont, her boyfriend walked over. Seeing Huang Ji, a tall and lanky youth, he smiled and said, "Lingli, introduce !"

"Oh, this is Huang Ji, a little brother from the sa village. Call him Uncle," Fan Lingli said playfully.

The man protested, "Am I that old?"

Huang Ji obediently said, "Uncle."

Technically, the term of address wasn’t wrong. Fan Lingli belonged to the sa generation as Huang Ji’s aunts. However, she clearly preferred that Huang Ji call her "sister" instead.

"My na’s Zheng Xuan. Just call

Xuan-ge," Zheng Xuan said with a grin, voluntarily lowering his rank in the generational hierarchy.

Huang Ji glanced at him, and in re monts, had already learned a lot about him.

"A hacker, huh?" Huang Ji thought to himself. He knew exactly what Zheng Xuan’s real profession was—a skilled hacker, and not just any hacker, but soone capable of extorting top securities brokers on Wall Street. His expertise was no small feat.

"The dark web? What’s that?" Huang Ji had also discerned that Zheng Xuan had a dark web account with 70,000 Bitcoins and a Morgan Bank account containing a million US dollars.

Huang Ji could clearly perceive financial details about everyone he t—how much they earned monthly, their transaction records, and their spending habits. But this was the first ti he’d encountered soone with a dark web account.

Curious, Huang Ji began sifting through mories to learn more about what the dark web was. If ti allowed, he also planned to extract so computer-related knowledge from Zheng Xuan.

However, he quickly realized that absorbing knowledge through mory scanning was too slow—he could only perceive mories at the rate they were ford.

While this thod was suitable for acquiring key insights, it wasn’t efficient for foundational learning. Reading books would be far quicker for the basics.

His plan was clear: first, study conventionally to build a solid foundation, then use his unique ability to sense critical, advanced knowledge from experts. This way, he could "break through bottlenecks" effectively.

"Hey, Huang Ji! Are you staying for dinner? You look like you’re drooling!" Fan Lingli teased.

Huang Ji had lingered too long. By now, the neighbors had all left, and he was the only guest remaining.

Fan Lingli and the others assud he wanted to stay for dinner, especially since her family had prepared a large spread to celebrate her return.

Realizing the misunderstanding, Huang Ji wiped the corner of his mouth and shook his head, saying, "I’ll eat at ho."

"Aw, go tell your grandpa to co over too. Forget it, I’ll invite him myself. Both of you should join us for dinner," the Village Head said warmly.

Half-heartedly protesting, Huang Ji eventually went along with the Village Head to his ho and brought his grandfather to join the al.

Huang Ji’s grandfather and the Village Head were good friends, so it wasn’t unusual for the families to share als. The atmosphere was lively, with a bit of wine to go around.

During the dinner, Zheng Xuan, being the most "outsider" of the group, made an effort to leave a good impression. Huang Ji could tell that he genuinely cared about Fan Lingli and that their love was sincere.

Zheng Xuan, who had been quite reclusive before eting Fan Lingli, had beco more outgoing under her influence. Setting aside the illegality of his real profession, he seed like a decent person in other aspects.

For Fan Lingli's sake, Zheng Xuan even took on a job as a translator, helping a publishing house translate English works as his official occupation.

The Village Head’s family was very satisfied with this. Despite Zheng Xuan looking sowhat frail, he was excellent in all other respects.

Notably, he had no bad habits—he drank occasionally but wasn’t a heavy drinker, and he didn’t smoke.

The Village Head’s family approved, and so did Huang Ji.

What Huang Ji appreciated was that Zheng Xuan knew a lot!

Zheng Xuan was fluent in English and Japanese, had a basic grasp of Spanish and Russian, was ranked 683rd globally in hacking, and possessed skills in electrical work and chanical repair. Huang Ji realized he could learn plenty of useful things from him.

After lunch, Grandpa and the Village Head sat in the courtyard, chatting over tea.

Huang Ji seized an opportunity to be alone with Zheng Xuan, who was fixing a television for the Fan family.

"Xuan-ge, you’re amazing! You seem to know everything," Huang Ji said, watching intently as if eager to learn.

Zheng Xuan had completely disassembled the old television. It was so outdated that it wasn’t really worth repairing, and the Village Head had even said it didn’t need to be fixed. Zheng Xuan had taken on the task purely to showcase his abilities.

He wasn’t bad at it either; he quickly identified the critical problem and fixed it.

"Not really. This TV isn’t worth repairing. What I’ve done is just a temporary fix—it’s reached the end of its lifespan," Zheng Xuan said with a wry smile as he began reassembling the television.

"Let

help you," Huang Ji offered.

Zheng Xuan smiled but didn’t respond.

By now, he knew about Huang Ji’s condition. Suspecting sothing was off with Huang Ji earlier, he had discreetly asked Fan Lingli about it.

Because of this, he didn’t take Huang Ji’s offer to help seriously.

However, the television had been completely taken apart, and being an old model, it was tricky to reassemble. After working on it for a while, Zheng Xuan had to refer to photos he had taken during disassembly to piece it back together.

"Are you looking for this?" Huang Ji asked, holding up the decoder module.

Zheng Xuan looked up, saw the component, and nodded. "Yes!"

He installed the decoder, and when he turned back, Huang Ji had already handed him the next part he needed from the photos.

Zheng Xuan was startled but took it and continued working. Soon after, Huang Ji handed him another component, precisely the one he needed next.

This process repeated several tis. Huang Ji acted like a highly efficient assistant, always passing him the correct parts in the proper order. Zheng Xuan saved a significant amount of ti and quickly reassembled the television.

When he turned it on, the programs displayed perfectly—it was fixed.

"You… have you disassembled a television before?" Zheng Xuan asked, standing up.

Huang Ji shook his head.

"Then how did you know what I needed?" Zheng Xuan pressed.

"I just watched you take it apart. Isn’t it about putting it back together in the sa order?" Huang Ji replied, his tone straightforward and earnest.

"That…" Zheng Xuan was at a loss for words.

Technically, he couldn’t argue with the logic. Everyone knew the principle of reversing the disassembly order to reassemble sothing. But in practice, not everyone could recall the exact sequence, let alone flawlessly reassemble a complex device.

The more intricate the machine, the harder it was to restore.

Unless soone is familiar with the structure, most people need to arrange parts in order while disassembling to make reassembly easier.

Alternatively, they might take a few photos during the process to use as a reference.

With parts scattered everywhere and no photos, the fact that Huang Ji could reassemble the television after watching it taken apart once was clearly a sign of talent.

"Is this guy really intellectually disabled?" Zheng Xuan thought to himself.

Scratching his head, Zheng Xuan drew six geotric shapes on a piece of paper, numbering them.

He asked, "Based on the relationship between the first and second shapes, which of the remaining four belongs to the sa group?"

It was a simple IQ question that most people with average intelligence could answer.

However, Huang Ji blinked and said, "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"..." Zheng Xuan chuckled. Well, it seed the question didn’t even register.

Patiently, he explained the problem several more tis, breaking it down into simpler terms and asking twice in the most straightforward way he could. Only then did Huang Ji give an answer.

"That’s correct! It’s the last shape," Zheng Xuan confird, nodding.

Now, he was sure that Huang Ji did indeed have an intellectual disability but wasn’t a fool.

Recalling what Fan Lingli had told him—that Huang Ji was a mildly intellectually disabled child of the "slow-witted" type—Zheng Xuan felt more at ease.

"Ah, that’s right. Mild intellectual disability just ans being a bit slow. People like this often excel in specific areas. So have exceptional musical talent, while others are particularly sensitive to numbers… These gifts can sotis surpass those of ordinary people," Zheng Xuan mused.

Unlike the villagers who dismissed mildly disabled individuals as fools, Zheng Xuan understood that they could also be geniuses in certain fields.

After thinking for a mont, Zheng Xuan brought out his laptop and disassembled it with a flurry of movents, spreading parts across the table.

Grinning, he asked, "Huang Ji, can you put this back together?"

"Why?" Huang Ji asked innocently.

"Uh…" Zheng Xuan scratched his head, realizing he might be putting too much pressure on Huang Ji. He had only done it on a whim to test him.

Seeing Zheng Xuan about to give up, Huang Ji said, "You need help with it?"

Zheng Xuan was stunned and thought, "This kid has such a kind heart. He doesn’t see this as a test, just a chance to help . It was the sa with the television earlier…"

"Yeah, I don’t know how to reassemble it. Help

out," Zheng Xuan replied with a smile.

Huang Ji didn’t say anything like, "Why did you take it apart if you don’t know how to put it back together?" Instead, he focused intently on reassembling the laptop.

His movents were smooth, and he perfectly restored the disassembled laptop.

Watching Huang Ji’s extraordinary sensitivity to chanics firsthand, Zheng Xuan was excited.

"Is this guy really disabled? While he may be slow in other areas, when it cos to chanics, he might actually be a genius!"