A crisp electronic sound rang out, and the gate machine of the Sea Sky Garden district opened in response.
Fang Cheng, with two plastic bags printed with the "Yonghe Breakfast" logo in his left hand, casually slipped the access card back into the pocket of his sports shorts with his right hand.
The bags were bulging, filled with beef buns, multi-grain steamed buns, tea eggs, and even several boxes of freshly baked roast meat, emitting an enticing fragrance.
There’s actually plenty of stock left in that oversized freezer at home.
But considering his terrifying appetite.
Fang Cheng was worried that after adding points, the body’s reaction would be too intense, consuming far more than anticipated, and the stored food might still not be enough.
So after breakfast, he simply packed more, just in case.
It was now six-thirty in the morning, the morning light was soft, and the air was fresh.
There were already many early risers in the community, including young people in sportswear jogging and white-collar workers carrying briefcases heading to work early.
As he passed the central green space of the community, dedicated to residents’ fitness and exercise, Fang Cheng subconsciously slowed his pace for a moment.
A familiar figure came into his sight.
It wasn’t raining today, and the girl who was always in a wheelchair appeared there as usual.
She wore a clean white shirt and a pleated skirt, her pale skin looking translucent and fragile like porcelain under the morning light.
Between her brows, there was a lingering hint of melancholy.
The girl sat quietly in the wheelchair, her gaze falling on those people exercising in the morning, seemingly burdened with heavy thoughts.
Fang Cheng was no stranger to her.
The first time was on the beach, he had seen this girl, disabled, trying to leave the wheelchair and practice walking.
After moving into Sea Sky Garden, he discovered she was also a resident here and lived in the same building as him.
Later, while secretly contacting Cheng Jiashu at the Chenxi Home Orphanage, he had another close encounter with her.
During this time, in the morning or evening, he occasionally saw this girl alone in the community.
As if noticing Fang Cheng’s gaze, the girl slightly turned her head and looked over.
Fang Cheng did not look any further and immediately withdrew his gaze, resuming his previous pace and continuing towards his home at Building 7.
Returning home, the door was swiftly locked from inside.
The two large bags of food were casually placed on the dining table, and Fang Cheng quickly took off his sweat-soaked clothes, standing naked in the middle of the living room.
With a thought, a light blue screen appeared in front of his eyes.
[Free Attribute Points: 22]
This time, the 12 attribute points rewarded from the skill upgrade for handstand pushups, combined with the 10 points previously reserved, amounted to a total of 22 points.
Fang Cheng’s gaze fell on the attribute column, his mind racing, weighing the allocation plan for the points.
According to the original plan, these attribute points would be prioritized for agility, directly pushing it to the threshold of 60 points.
This was done for three reasons.
Firstly, for better "body control".
Increases in strength could lead to uncontrolled muscle expansion, like last time, almost turning into a muscle monster.
Enhancing agility attributes, however, could improve compression and control over muscle fibers.
By first elevating agility to a new height before hitting the strength threshold, one could better control the physique.
This would prevent too dramatic a change and avoid attracting undue attention.
Secondly, for "combat efficiency".
The increase in agility would comprehensively enhance speed, reaction, and evasion.
Combined with the "Infinite Continuous Punching" skill effect, both punch speed and combo numbers would undergo qualitative improvement.
In actual combat, landing high-speed combos on the enemy is far more meaningful than missing heavy punches.
Finally, it is also an expectation Fang Cheng holds.
If the agility attribute breaks through another human limit threshold, perhaps it could enable a further evolution of his aerial capabilities.
With clear logic, Fang Cheng no longer hesitated.
He focused his mind on the "Agility" column.
With the command issued, the number representing "Free Attribute Points" on the panel instantly jumped from "22" to "2".
At that moment, a fierce energy, as scorching as volcanic magma, suddenly erupted from the deepest part of his body.
An extreme heat instantly swept through his entire body, enveloping Fang Cheng from head to toe.
His skin immediately turned red, and even faint white smoke steamed from his pores.
His whole body felt like a piece of branding iron about to melt.
Then came the indescribable pain!
First, tearing—every muscle fiber seemed to be forcibly torn and elongated by an invisible giant hand.
Then gnawing—a sensation like billions of ants boring through his bones.
And finally, compression—a terrifying pressure from all directions seemed intent on crushing his flesh, bones, and organs to reshape them. Read complete version only at Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
Pain! Numbness! Itching! Heat!
Various sensory agonies crashed into his nerve endings like a tsunami, but Fang Cheng only clenched his fists, his knuckles protruding.
He withstood all the pain without uttering a single groan.
In the microscopic world, a revolutionary upheaval was unfolding.
Countless cells disassembled and reformed under the impact of this domineering energy, with gene chains forcibly optimized.
The whole process was akin to casting a rough iron billet into a furnace, using a ten-thousand-ton hammer to repeatedly forge it, expelling all impurities.
Finally refining it into the purest and densest of wrought steel.
This process lasted only about a second in reality.
But to Fang Cheng, it felt as though he were in endless hell, experiencing the full range of tortures such as flaying, acupuncture, crushing, and branding.