etc.
what happens?
Locke blinked, thinking about what he just saw.
seem……
At the moment when he saw the white light riding away from the dust, and the golden light was far away, suddenly, the golden light suddenly surged, and then appeared behind the white light with a hiss.
The white light flew away.
Flying backward.
Will you buy a box if it comes in the future?
WTF?
Behind the scenes?
Locke's face was a bit dark. It was impossible to buy a box. He had already regretted it when he saw Bai Guang Yiqi Juechen. Although he liked heartbeat games, what he liked was the kind of heartbeat games where he was sure to win.
Rather than this kind of 50-50 gambling, which may even be operated in secret.
Games are games.
Gambling is gambling.
There is a very clear dividing line between the two.
"but?"
Locke looked at the suitcase in his hand, his eyes flickering, and with a hint of extreme nervousness, he slowly opened it: "What could it be?"
Golden light?
Golden legend.
Godhead?
at this time.
The moment the suitcase was opened, a voice seemed to reach Locke's ears, and even in his mind.
"My energy is endless!" 』
"Ding! 』
"Congratulations to the player for opening the mysterious treasure box and obtaining the supreme talent! 』
"Supreme Talent: Extraordinary (Golden Quality, Level 1): My energy is endless. You don't need to worry about any energy anymore, because your energy is beyond your imagination!" 』
"The current status is refreshed!" 』
"Name: Locke Broughton (only player)"
"Achievement points: 17500 (can be used to purchase items in the achievement mall)"
"Potential points: 38500 (can be used to upgrade your own skills)"
"Supreme Talent: Extraordinary (Golden Quality, Level 1): My energy is endless, my energy is beyond your imagination! 』
"Extraordinary talent: Tenacity (level 1): Your body will be able to withstand greater damage and be completely immune to non-vital small-caliber damage. At the same time, you will gain faster recovery after getting out of harm's way (upgrade to Level 2 requires 2W potential points)』
"Extraordinary skill: Spear Throwing Technique (Advanced): Your marksmanship becomes even more unpredictable and unbelievable! (Upgrading blue quality to red quality requires 2W potential points)"
"Talent: None"
"General skills: driving (advanced), English (ninth grade), history (ninth grade), mathematics (ninth grade), chemistry (tenth grade), shooting (advanced), sniping (advanced)..."
"Current mission: None! 』
"..."
Locke raised his eyebrows: "What is this?"
My energy is beyond my imagination?
Locke looked at his hands. They were ordinary hands, just like a sixteen-year-old boy should have.
energy?
Not even any wool.
so……
Where does my energy go?
Locke looked at the ceiling and fell into deep thought.
However, he could indeed feel the endless energy, like the endless sea filling his sea of consciousness.
But how to use it?
no idea!
WTF?
Locke rubbed his blond hair, and at this moment, the phone rang.
Gwen's.
"Locke, can you go downstairs? I'll be there in five minutes!"
"……right away."
Yesterday afternoon, Gwen came to see him after school and made an appointment to drive to school with him this morning.
After all, Locke's third Audi R8 has been scrapped again.
There has been no news from the insurance company, and they are probably wondering whether they should continue to pay him compensation for this third car.
I hope the insurance company doesn’t think I’m maliciously defrauding my insurance.
Locke put on his coat, shook his head, and threw the chores aside. He even stopped thinking about the supreme talent he had acquired.
After all, he just got the talent, he can't use it, it's useless!
energy……
The corresponding one should be extraordinary magic or something, right?
Look for it when you have time.
After Locke went downstairs, under the inexplicable gaze of the Star Building security captain, he got into Gwen's car and said hello to Gwen who was driving.
Although I got rich yesterday.
But after upgrading and shopping, Locke felt that he was not actually that rich. Besides, things in the textile factory were something that could happen but not be sought. If you want to accumulate a little, you still need to do it in your daily life.
And he has other things to do today.
Yesterday afternoon, a police officer came to look for Locke to record a statement and sketch. He didn't have time to take what the Red Devil wanted. He could take it after school this afternoon.
At school, Locke undoubtedly generated a wave of greetings.
Gwen's good friend, Ken, blinked his eyes, laid his arms on the desk, and looked at Locke: "Wow, kidnapping, what does it feel like?"
Locke's face turned dark.
What a feeling.
By the time you travel to Paris, you'll know what kidnapping feels like.
Betty, who is in charge of the college radio station and is also their classmate with blond hair, also turned to look at Locke: "Don't you need to see a psychiatrist?"
Locke raised his eyebrows and smiled: "No need, I was not abused."
Mary Jane, who was sitting behind Locke, shrugged and said, "Sometimes, abuse is not only physical, but also psychological."
Locke turned to look.
Gwen, who was sitting next to her, smiled at Mary Jane: "Don't worry, my dad said Locke was not hurt."
Mary Jane shrugged.
Locke looked at Gwen and felt that the tone of Gwen and Mary Jane's words just now was a little weird.
Is it an illusion?
Sitting behind Gwen, Jessica Campbell with dark hair looked at Locke: "If you need a rest, I'd be happy to take your place in the chemistry competition in Maine."
Locke raised his eyebrows.
Chemistry competition?
When.
I have been fully prepared to come to school for less than two weeks.
"Jessica, your wish is probably in vain. Locke is fine. There will be no problem."
Gwen rolled her eyes at Jessica who was sitting behind her, and just when she was about to explain to Locke, Mrs. Grant came in.
Because Locke's next class was French, and Gwen was taken away by the ninth-grade teaching office. It seemed that a Canadian exchange student was coming over in the next few days, so he waited until noon in the cafeteria before he had time to ask. this problem.
Midtown University has various cooperation and competitions with several well-known universities in other states.
From football to baseball.
From knowledge competitions to chemistry competitions, every school will put some money into this prize pool.
And in three months, there is the chemistry competition, and I have to go to school in Maine.
Three months?
Locke touched his chin and calculated: "Doesn't that mean it's around Christmas?"
It’s already mid-September, three months later, boy, in time for Christmas?
Gwen nodded: "Maybe because of this reason, one of the originally scheduled contestants suddenly transferred to another school. It just so happened that you transferred here, and your grades were only high but not low, so..."
Locke: "..."
