bigabreads Chapter 578 - 562: I’m So Strong Now I Could Die!
Chapter 578 - 562: I’m So Strong Now I Could Die!
Reality is not a game, and people are not NPCs.
Values cannot measure everything because values have no eyes; they can’t observe [Blade Armor], [Ghost Shadow], [Void Claw], [Soul Burial], or other Limit-Breaking Skills beyond normal Martial Arts.
Values also can’t observe the bizarre abilities beyond science, like [Corpse Bone Vein], [Blood Bar Deceit Eye], [Shadow Coexistence], [Feast], and [Frenzy Blood].
Not to mention the rule-breaking trump card like [Marriage Death Twins].
Can you really say these things don’t amplify combat power?
The amplification is massive, dammit!
An ordinary person obtaining even one can be considered favored by [Destiny], like cheating.
Yet, Feng Mu is covered in them invisibly!
The paper strength of a regular person might have a deviation but still holds some reference value. However, it has lost all reference value and only remains deceitful in his case.
"I am now very strong, so strong that I don’t even know exactly how strong I am!"
Feng Mu also wants to test his current strength limits, but it’s difficult; he needs a well-suited reference to compare against.
A living creature that could make him exert all his energy and barely manage to defeat it.
Only then could he truly see the boundaries of his strength.
Unfortunately, such a reference is hard to find, something that can only be encountered by chance.
Feng Mu increasingly wants to experience death once, but only in thought. He couldn’t purposely seek death, and without a real-life-threatening crisis, he couldn’t show off his trump cards without reason.
"Within the fifth-grade, I am invincible; killing across the sixth-grade shouldn’t be a problem... right?"
Although he says so, he can’t provide a definite answer.
The score range for fifth-grade Martial Artists is 50-100, which is still within reason.
But the score range for sixth-grade is 100-1000, with an absurdly wide gap.
Without exaggeration, the strength difference between Martial Artists who achieved a sixth-grade certificate could be a vast chasm.
Top-tier ones crushing the low-tier might be even easier than a fifth-grade killing a first-grade.
As for the seventh-grade?
It’s no longer a numeric gap but a qualitative leap in the level of existence, a dimensional shift to another species.
"My level of existence might already be in the dimension of another species, but my power shouldn’t have reached the seventh-grade yet, so in which tier do I belong within the sixth-grade Martial Artists?"
Feng Mu doesn’t realize that his dilemma is precisely the same shared by many Evil Sacrifice hosts and eerie pollution victims.
Suddenly elevated in life level, yet power severely lagging.
This bizarre divide often leads non-human entities to extreme mental conflict.
Sometimes reckless, sometimes trembling with fear.
Ultimately, it’s just an inaccurate self-assessment of strength.
Underestimating oneself leads to terrifying caution, fearing dissection, which isn’t too bad; it’s overestimating oneself where the outcome is often worse than death.
Typical reference figures include Feng Yuhuai and Dong Ping.
Feng Mu no longer overthinks; his upgrading is not yet over. There is an essential filial son, urgently waiting to be "hatched."
Feng Mu stood up and walked to the mirror.
He turned his head to look at a row of mirrors embedded in the wall next to him.
The mirrors were specially installed by Liu Yi, who somehow knew that Feng Mu liked to observe his state while practicing.
Within the Internal Inspection Department, no one could match Guan Chong in terms of loyalty.
However, when it comes to being pleasing and considerate, Liu Yi was the most meticulous.
Feng Mu’s pupils glowed with blood; three Hook Jades slowly rotated in his eyes.
In the mirror’s reflection, several scarlet blood bars gradually appeared.
His gaze locked onto one value among them—[98/98].
This is the blood bar of [Feast]. Since the last time he fell into a deep sleep, [Feast] hasn’t made a sound again.
After this period of observation, Feng Mu could basically confirm that [Feast] wasn’t lying to him, but was genuinely "fainted" from hunger.
Feng Mu smiled at the mirror and said, "You’re an honest child. Daddy will go get you some fresh milk."
As Feng Mu pushed open the office door, several on-duty subordinates immediately came up to him.
Feng Mu led by example in treating the Second Prison as home, and most members of the Internal Inspection Department were deeply influenced, living and sleeping in the prison, working with incredible enthusiasm.
Compared to them, working 996 or 007 in the past is weak.
The key is, they never ask for overtime pay; they truly work out of love!
Feng Mu smiled and waved his hand, and the subordinates, though disappointed, tactfully withdrew.
Feng Mu walked alone to the cremation room, closed the door, and casually pulled open the furthest chamber door.
Several "fresh milk" wrapped in white fine sand were slowly ejected. Wang Cong didn’t disappoint him, always keeping the "ingredients" fresh and clean.
Feng Mu couldn’t help but smile and thought:
"Although Liu Yi is the most considerate, some things Wang Cong understands better, like my taste preferences."
Liu Yi had captured his heart, Wang Cong his stomach, and Guan Chong wished he could dig out his heart to offer him!
The Second Prison truly made Feng Mu feel the warmth of home.
Now, in the Second Prison, after several accidental cleanups, from top to bottom, from prison guards to inmates, each one is a cherished family member to him.
He certainly doesn’t want to lose any family member again.
But, inevitably, in a large family, some family members may fail to resist making mistakes, living poorly with others.
For these "spoiled" family members, the best fate might be to become "fresh milk."
Feng Mu’s fingers gently caressed the "fresh milk packaging," making a moist sucking sound as his fingertips made contact with the surface, as if actually sipping a carton of milk.
In a few seconds, the fresh milk was drained, and the withered carton fell to the ground.
No cleaning is needed; later, Wang Cong will naturally place the "milk carton" into his self-cleaning gourd for final recycling, with no waste at all.
Prisoners are inherently heartless things, transformed into fresh milk, they become more loving family members!
"Such a pleasant life!"
Feng Mu adored the current tempo and atmosphere of the Second Prison; anyone attempting to disrupt this tranquility would certainly face his fiercest retaliation.
Not just for himself, but to protect every family member in the Second Prison.
[99/99]!
[100/100]!
[101/101]!
In the spotless metallic door of the cremation chamber, Feng Mu’s constantly fluctuating blood bar reflected.
The blood bar flickered, emitting an eerie black light, with veined cracks faintly appearing on it.
It looked like a rectangular egg, being slowly pecked open from inside, and through the cracks, dark red tendril-like substance was vaguely seen wriggling.
Something is about to hatch from the blood bar!!!