Unknowingly, a faint warmth arose in the body. The key to activating superpowers is only the first time in life.
If it cannot be activated the first time under the influence of this warm current, it will never be activated again, and it will be useless no matter how much crab meat you eat.
Facing the turning point of fate, the two slowly stopped talking and concentrated on feeling the warmth in their bodies.
After about ten minutes, this faint warmth completely disappeared.
Lu Tuyu wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled bitterly: "It seems that I have failed. Sure enough, I can't escape the fate of being a servant. There is no need to apply for the quota in the mysterious area, so be it."
"What about you, did you succeed?"
Wang Fumin was also covered in sweat. He felt a voice in his mind, as if he had some special instinct.
However, maybe to take care of his friends, or maybe out of instinct to keep a low profile, he subconsciously replied: "No..."
"It's normal not to. After all, only one out of 10 people can awaken the ability." Lu Tuyu sighed and smiled bitterly, "Let's go and buy some seeds."
The management system of the militia logistics force is relatively loose compared to the formal force.
After finishing their work, many people gathered in the canteen, bragging and spanking in twos and threes. After a day's work, you still have to give people a chance to rest.
Lu Tuyu found a cafeteria man and handed him a cigarette.
"The seeds...are you going to send them to your hometown for farming? Don't you want high-yielding ones?"
"I want the kind that can be planted on my own, not hybrid."
The uncle grinned his big yellow teeth, smoked a cigarette, and puffed away: "You have asked the right person about this. The seeds from our supply and marketing cooperative here are very good, and we also have some self-saved seeds!"
"I have a nephew who works in a supply and marketing cooperative. I will bring some seeds for you next time... They are very cheap. They only cost a few cents. It is a piece of cake."
Lu Tuyu and the uncle in the cafeteria were chatting randomly, while the TV played pictures of groups of soldiers entering the mysterious area and awakening their superpowers.
The country is building a super-large floating island base that can transport tens of thousands of soldiers into the mysterious area every month.
Everyone is discussing enthusiastically when it will be their turn...
"Let me tell you, even if you don't enter the mysterious zone, you still have a chance of awakening your superpowers. I have a relative who was originally a gambler who couldn't marry a wife. He gambled when he had money, and worked for a few days when he had no money. People. Under normal circumstances, we don’t interact with him.”
"One day, he discovered that he was extremely strong and could lift hundreds of kilograms of weight! So he was recruited by the government to report and participate in some project, and he was directly paid one million a year."
The people around him were filled with envy: "It's really no different from winning the lottery. Your life has changed."
"My parents asked me to resume our relationship with him. I suppressed my self in District 8. He is obviously a bad person! After awakening his superpower, can a dog change to eat shit?"
"Don't worry yet. When the spiritual energy concentration increases and you become a superpower yourself, you can still let him get away as far as you want."
This is the power of an era and comes from the strife of history.
Lu Tuyu sighed in his heart, hope is really something more precious than diamonds.
He had already used up all the lottery tickets in his life and knew that he had no chance. Hearing these remarks felt extremely heartbreaking.
But this group of discussants have not yet scratched the lottery ticket, and they still have a little hope.
When they find out that they failed to scratch the lottery ticket, what will they think at that time? What will it do?
Wang Fumin, who was listening on the side, also sighed in his heart. He had just spent some time thinking about the ability he had just obtained.
[Tiansha Lone Star: Extreme sadness can make you stronger. 】
It feels vague, that’s probably what it means.
"What the hell?" Wang Fumin laughed angrily at his ability.
He secretly bit his arm, and the severe pain made him grin for a long time. He was sad for a long time, but found that it was useless.
Nothing is enhanced?
So much so that he froze for a moment.
"It's such an inexplicable ability... It requires the death of a loved one to activate it. What a shame." After all, Wang Fumin is in his thirties, has a warm family, and is not that eager to make contributions.
What he longs for most now is to take his daughter out to play. Who wants to go to Tiansha Lonely Star?
But this inexplicable ability brought him a strange sense of fear.
He felt that he should secretly write a letter to ask "the most powerful superpower in the world" if there is any inevitable relationship between fate and ability.
With the ability of [Tiansha Lone Star] on my head, I am so worried that I can't sleep!
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The waves of the times come one after another. Directly or indirectly, it affects the fate of every human being on the planet. Just like on the eve of a storm, dark clouds continue to brew, but no human power can stop it.
However, for Zhang Ming, there was no such feeling of empathy. The cold sea breeze blew on his face. Ever since he knew that there was a mirage in the sky, he had become extremely concerned about his appearance and living habits.
His long hair like a savage was given a simple haircut, which was crisp and neat; his long beard was shaved off like Zhang Fei's; and a new one was made for his chic savage cloak.
Naturally, I carry the ice spear with me. When wielded, it looks majestic!
Occasionally, he shows off the delicacies he hunts on the beach. Most of them are seafood, and a few are some indescribable and unknown creatures... Having said that, there are really too many terrifying existences in the deep sea. So far, Zhang Ming is still quite conservative. , he only hunts prey when he is sure.
Occasionally, treasures of ancient civilization relics are excavated and displayed on the beach.
The beach is his second home.
On this day, under the golden sun, he was studying a stone tablet from the Flaming Horn Civilization.
Long-term excavation of ruins, careful listening to lectures, and his own continuous practice finally brought his knowledge to a special critical point.
"Shimama, please translate again."
The rolling black stone at his feet did not refuse this request.
For Shimama, no matter how many times she rereads it, she always has to find a topic to talk about.
"Low book, Cassie mother..."
A blurry scene like a movie appeared in Zhang Ming's mind.
An old-looking, gorgeously dressed Yanjiao man was sitting in the magnificent hall, teaching something.
"You are all the elites of the younger generation among our Flame Horn people, and you are one of the only ones in a million. In a while, it will be the day when the Xuanwu Divine Beast breaks through the bottleneck and enters the realm of gods. However, once it fails, our clan will usher in annihilation. disaster."
"So, you have to leave."
"Today is your last lesson! Answer all your questions!" The voice of the old Yanjiao man, like a bell and a cauldron, echoed in the empty hall.
For a while, no one asked questions.
These young people are immersed in the sadness of leaving their hometown.
Homeless people, a terrible term, leave the blessing of their hometown, where will they go?
How can they find a new world? What will happen in my hometown? Will the Xuanwu Divine Beast really succeed?
No one knows the final answer.
"Teacher!" After a long time, a young man couldn't help but asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time, "Many of us have our own destiny, but after the Yanjiao Breathing Surgery, this destiny What is the meaning of the character?" (The Flame Horn people call superpowers the 'fate character')
"The growth intensity of the breathing technique is much higher than our own talent. Has our personal fate been wiped out by this breathing technique..."
"Your question is very interesting." The old man of the Yanjiao tribe was stunned for a moment, then he held his beard and laughed, "How can your personal destiny be compared with the great Xuanwu? No matter how powerful it is, , regardless of clairvoyance, from awakening to entering the bottleneck, the room for progress is too limited!"
"And our Flaming Horn Breathing Technique originated from the basalt mythical beast. After thousands of years of evolution, it has become completely different and unique."
"Unless it's one of the legendary destiny patterns, its growth potential can compete with the breathing technique."
The young man looked ashamed. His question was so stupid.
But the old man sitting in front of the hall changed his subject: "But personal talent is not insignificant. Even our great sage has thought about this issue."
"Long-term practice of Flaming Horn Breathing Technique, with continuous growth of energy and spirit, personal destiny has turned into a little extra skill."
"But later, when he encountered the limits of human beings, he reconsidered this issue."
"Children..." the old man finally said, "The limit of human beings is a bottleneck that spans life."
"Even Xuanwu has its limits, let alone the Yanjiao people... there must be a bottleneck!"
"How to break through the human level limit? The great sage believes that you must mobilize all your personal potential. At this time, you need to combine your personal talents with the Flame Horn Breathing Technique."
"Only when you complete this integration step can you break through this bottleneck!"
The old man's voice was low: "Of course, this step is difficult."
"Most of you will not even be able to touch the 'human limit' in this life, let alone break through this bottleneck.
"In the past ten years, only a few thousand of our Yanjiao clan have touched the 'extreme human level'. Of the three levels of energy, energy and spirit, less than a hundred people have broken through the first level; only five people have broken through the second level; none. People break through three levels.”
The old man turned around and muttered something in a voice that only he could hear.
"Wait...just stay alive."
The ripples of the movie-like image gradually disappeared from my mind, and the rereading was over.
Zhang Ming took a deep breath. This passage contained a lot of information and even recorded the direction of future breakthroughs!
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(PS: More updates for the leader who is 'only waiting for someone'!)
(End of chapter)
