Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 660 Death After Death, This Time Is Different?
Feng Mu's face lit up with anticipation, and then he put away the [Building Module].

Finally, he carefully examined the silver treasure chest again, making sure nothing was missing, before muttering to himself:
"There's nothing else. It seems that the Fate Squad we bumped into today really was a wild treasure chest?!"

Feng Mu pondered silently for a moment, then grinned, revealing a meaningful smile.

"But it doesn't matter. Now that I've discovered it, it's mine. The only question is how to 'eat' this team afterward. I still need to think about it."

He didn't dwell on the issue for long before turning his attention back to the 100,000 skill proficiency points he had just gained.

With such a huge sum of money in hand, the next step is self-evident: the much-anticipated moment of adding points.

Feng Mu was already intimately familiar with this process, and without the slightest hesitation, he calmly issued the command from the bottom of his heart:
"add a bit!"

[Star Picker - Beginner (189/1000) → Star Picker - Intermediate (1/5000)]
"More!"

[Star Picker - Intermediate (1/5000) → Star Picker - Advanced (1/25000)]
"More!"

[Star Picker - Advanced (1/25000) → Star Picker - Perfect]
"Add some more!"

Four hits in one second, skill points added like the wind, general proficiency points come and go quickly.

then:

[In your first year, you began practicing the ancient martial art "Star-Picking Hand".]
[This technique originated from the supreme martial arts of an ancient martial arts sect in the old era. It is said that the Star-Picking Sect itself obtained it by chance from an unnamed ancient tomb.]
[The manual claims that if this skill is mastered, one can grasp objects in mid-air and injure enemies from a distance; the title page even bears the arrogant statement, "One can pluck the stars from the sky."]
[Having become the "warden" of the Second Prison, you decide to cultivate this skill.]
[You soon discover that cultivation requires basking in the starlight—yet when you look out the window, not a single star shines in the night sky, only the towering and oppressive silhouette of the upper city obscures the heavens.]
[Moreover, even if you were to actually enter the upper city, the stars would still be unattainable.]
[If one cannot "pluck the star," according to the manual, this martial art is simply impossible to master.]
How can a mortal pluck a star from the sky?
[You gradually begin to suspect that this might simply be the delusional madness of a mentally ill person.]
[But you're a martial arts fanatic; even if it's a martial art created by a madman, you'll still insist on mastering it.]
[You repeatedly peruse the tattered scrolls, mentally rehearsing and simulating the cultivation process.]
Day after day, year after year.
[Suddenly, one evening in the third year, you witness a prison guard ripping out a prisoner's heart and feeding it to a dog—in that instant, you have an epiphany!]
[—"While the stars in the heavens are beyond our reach, the human body, too, contains its own stars!"]
[That night, you summoned a prisoner and reached into his chest.]
[When warm flesh pulsates between your fingers, you are overjoyed, as if you have truly touched some kind of "star".]
[From that day forward, you renamed "Star-Picking Hand" to "Heart-Picking Hand"]
[Use your heart to become a star, refine your skills with blood]
[This training lasted for five years.]
[Three hundred corpses with hollow chests are piled into a tower. You sit atop the tower, diligently cultivating, your fingertips wreathed in a tangible crimson mist of blood, as if holding a galaxy in your grasp.]
[The bones in both hands underwent abnormal changes due to repeated punctures of the sternum; the knuckles grew three inches longer, and the fingernails became jet black and sharp, resembling poisoned daggers, gleaming with an eerie light.]
[In the tenth year, the entire death row ward was empty. But this didn't matter—there were other wards.]
[You stand outside the iron bars, crushing a prisoner's heart from afar. A mist of blood erupts from his chest, condensing in mid-air into a fleeting star-like pattern.]
[The Heart-Piercing Technique, now complete!]
[In the twentieth year, you have "purified" all the prisoners in the entire prison; their sins in life have all been transformed into your spiritual power.]
[You practice grappling techniques amidst the pervasive blood mist, your finger strikes tearing through the air with a piercing shriek like a falling meteor.]
[His hands had been completely transformed, his skin covered with a layer of glassy crystals, scattering phosphorescent crimson fragments with each swing.]
[In the twenty-fifth year, the heart of the last prison guard also fell silent in your palm.]
[You stand alone in the middle of the empty prison, and suddenly a feeling stirs within you.]
[The Star-Reaching Hand reaches its culmination at this moment.]
[You sat motionless and silent in prison for seven days and seven nights, then suddenly, as if driven mad, began to tear at your own chest—]
[You look in the mirror and see your own dark red, still-beating heart, and finally realize: you're missing the last, and most crucial step!]
[—Pick out the most unique "star".]
[If we consider the human body as a universe, then the heart is a star. And how can the stars in other people's universes compare to the eternally burning star at the center of your own universe?]
"All the stars are but illusions; only the true heart illuminates the universe!"
[You plunge your right hand into your chest cavity with lightning speed, your five fingers clenching tightly around your own burning, throbbing heart.]
[The sounds of tearing flesh and maniacal laughter echoed through the empty prison ruins.]
"With my heart I represent the stars! With my blood I break through the barrier!!"
[Just as you ripped your heart out of your body—the spray of blood mist in front of you didn't fall; instead, it suspended in mid-air and solidified, transforming into a dazzling, flowing, beautiful, and eerie "galaxy."]
[You've never seen anything like it; it's a starry sky painted with your life. You stand there, stunned, gazing at this crimson galaxy, and tears stream down your face.]
[The Heart-Piercing Technique has successfully broken its limitations!]
[You have mastered the Limit Break skill - Heartstring Harmony (Passive).]
[You have consumed a total of 30811 points of general skill proficiency.]
[Breaking the limit consumes 1 universal skill point.]
[Heartstrings playing in unison:]
[Each of your attacks is like a manifestation of stellar gravity; upon hitting an enemy, it forcibly draws their heartbeat to resonate with your offensive.]
[The faster you attack, the faster the enemy's heart beats, until their body can no longer withstand this manipulated rhythm—their heart will explode inside their body, and blood will gush out from countless pores, blooming into a momentary, tragically beautiful crimson "galaxy."]
"Limit Breaking Skill: Heartstring Harmony... This name sounds so beautiful."

Feng Mu slowly opened his eyes and looked down at his slender, fair, and seemingly spotless hands.

It's hard to imagine that these same hands, during that long "dream training" session, actually plucked tens of thousands of still-beating hearts with their bare hands in order to hone this limit-breaking technique.

He knew he was already walking in darkness and could be considered a villain.

Compared to his dream self, who was insane, obsessive, and willing to kill indiscriminately in pursuit of the Great Dao, he felt that he was still as pure as a little white rabbit.

"Could it be that everything presented in the dream is what the system truly wants me to become?"

Feng Mu stared blankly at his reflection in the mirror, finally letting out a barely audible sigh. He then composed himself and silently repeated to himself once more:
"Add more!"

[Thunder Kick - Beginner (133/1000) → Thunder Kick - Intermediate (1/5000)]
[Thunder Kick - Intermediate (1/5000) → Thunder Kick - Advanced (1/25000)]
[Thunder Kick - Advanced (1/25000) → Thunder Kick - Perfect]
[In your first year, you began practicing the ancient martial art, "Thunderbolt Kick."]
[This technique originates from an ancient martial arts sect from a bygone era, emphasizing "stepping on the heavens to shatter them, and summoning a devastating force with every step."]
[In the initial training, one must stand on a lightning-struck tree on a stormy night to draw lightning to temper one's feet, only then can one develop true lightning-fast speed.]
[According to the manual, if this skill is perfected, the kicks will be as swift as thunder, and the steps as resounding as lightning.]
[You're a martial arts fanatic, determined to master this power.]
[You soon discover that cultivation requires drawing lightning through your body, but when you look up at the sky, all you see above the dome is a steel frame, devoid of sunlight and lightning.]
[However, if one cannot "draw lightning to temper one's feet," according to the manual, this martial art will ultimately only have the form, not the spirit.]
[You are not content with this; since there is no heavenly thunder, you will use human lightning instead.]
[You retrieve the stun gun and repeatedly strike your legs. The instant the current surges through you, the excruciating pain feels like a thousand needles piercing your bones; your muscles spasm and tremble. Yet, you grit your teeth and frantically raise your legs between each shock, practicing your moves.]
Day after day, the skin on his leg bones tore open, leaving it charred and mottled.
[By the third year, the stun gun's power was no longer effective. You were no longer satisfied with the weak current.]
[You enter the prison's electrical control room and wrap the exposed cables directly around your legs.]
[The instant the high-voltage current penetrated your body, you almost fainted, but you still managed to kick out a move called "Thunderbolt Through the Sky."]
[Smoke billows, electric arcs crackle and explode; you scream as you practice your skills amidst excruciating pain and numbness, appearing like a madman.]
[In the tenth year, you could withstand the continuous electric shocks from the cables. The skin on your legs was completely carbonized, yet dark blue arc patterns appeared after each shock.]
[You can kick a concrete wall apart with one kick, and everything you see carries an electrical charge.]
[Thunder Kick, now complete!]
[But you know in your heart: no matter how strong the current in the cable is, it is still just ordinary electricity, lacking the "flavor" of destruction and life coexisting in heavenly thunder.]
[You need real thunder—but in this sunless lower city, even the sky is a luxury, so where would lightning come from?]
[After much deliberation, you recall a scientific genius—Zuo Bai.]
He might be able to help you.
[You find him and ask him to create lightning for you.]
He was utterly astonished by your uninvited arrival, yet dared not refuse your request. Only after hearing your words did his pupils dilate, and a strange look of joy appear on his face.
[In his underground laboratory, he created a massive and sophisticated "artificial lightning device."]
[Zuo Bai truly deserves the title of genius; he even wanted to create gods, let alone lightning.]
The lightning he created was almost indistinguishable from natural lightning.
[Electric arcs leaped and hissed between the metal spheres, coalescing into a blindingly pale beam of light!]
"Come," you step into the minefield, and say in a deep voice, "Shock me."
[Without hesitation, Zuo Bai pushed the gate open, and artificial lightning struck you like a silver snake!]
[You dance and perform martial arts amidst the lightning strikes, each kick unleashing countless electric currents, each breath exhaling a cloud of soot.]
[You were electrocuted for a full day and night; your skin was already carbonized and peeling off, your muscles were charred black, yet you still didn't stop.]
[At dawn the next day, your final move, "Thunder Strike the Sky," was just beginning!!]
[Suddenly, he froze, then fell straight to the ground, lifeless.]
[You are dead, your body charred, only your two crippled legs still stubbornly pointing to the sky, as if still drawing in lightning.]
[Zuo Bai stood frozen in place, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.]
[He witnessed firsthand your death during training, and was deeply shaken.]
[You died, but his reverence for you... only deepened.]
[For a long time afterward, he had difficulty falling asleep every night.]
[I always feel like I'll hear familiar footsteps outside the door in the middle of the night, and I always feel that the next time I knock, you'll be standing outside, charred black as a ghost, your eyes gleaming, saying in a hoarse voice:]
"Zuo Bai, shock me again."
[Every year on the anniversary of your death, he is destined to toss and turn, plagued by nightmares—in his dreams you are forever standing amidst lightning, and he is forever pushing the gate for you.]
[….]
[Thunder Kick Successfully Breaks Limits!]
[Though you died, you comprehended the Limit Breaking Technique—Echoes of Thunder (Passive)]
[You have consumed a total of 30867 points of general skill proficiency.]
[Breaking the limit consumes 1 universal skill point.]
[Echoes of thunder:]
[Each of your kicks will be accompanied by a powerful electric shock, paralyzing the enemy's limbs and slowing their movements.]
The paralysis effect can be accumulated. When it reaches a critical value, the enemy will be completely paralyzed and unable to make any movements for 1.5 seconds.

P.S.: The Thunderclap Kick contains lightning and can ward off evil spirits.
Feng Mu suddenly opened his eyes, a strange look in them. "This 'cultivation'... is quite different from the past."

He muttered to himself, his tone tinged with confusion.

"I didn't kill anyone, nor did I commit any evil deeds. I just... asked someone to electrocute me?"

"Could it be because the Thunder Kick itself is associated with thunder, which can ward off evil spirits and suppress malevolent forces, that even the cultivation process seems... a bit more righteous?"

Feng Mu's dream was simply a result of his excessive practice of evil arts and his familiarity with wicked deeds. When he suddenly had a relatively "normal" dream, he became suspicious and uneasy.

Feng Mu pondered for a moment, but without finding a clue, he stopped investigating and instead opened the cultivation technique panel.

His gaze fell directly on [the true skill of flesh and blood separation].

A system notification appeared at the right time:
To break through to the "Third Stage" of the True Skill of the Initial Release of Flesh and Blood, the following prerequisites must be met (choose two out of three):
1. Mastered all four martial arts techniques to the highest level (achieved).

2. Physical attribute breakthrough of 10 points (not achieved)
3. Completed "Yi Jin" (achieved)
"Finally... we did it!"

A burning light suddenly flashed in Feng Mu's eyes, and he murmured to himself:

"The Thousand Entwined Silk, the Heart-Piercing Hand, the Thunderclap Leg, plus the Deceptive Turn of the Withering and Flourishing Zen Techniques—that's exactly four fourth-rank martial arts techniques, all perfectly complete."

"And the 'Withering and Flourishing Zen Trick' itself is also a Yi Jin Jing martial art, which helped me complete the Yi Jin Jing..."

He stared at the flashing words on the panel, a smile creeping onto his lips.

"Choose two out of three... Two conditions have been met!"

Although the price was high, maxing out four fourth-grade martial arts skills and breaking their limits cost him over 120,000 skill proficiency points.

Now, the time for the final harvest has finally arrived.

He remembered perfectly well that upgrading the [True Skill of the Initial Unraveling of Flesh and Blood] would instantly return all the attribute points accumulated during the upgrade of the related prerequisite martial arts to himself!

In other words, how many attribute points can be increased by four fourth-grade martial arts techniques, plus the breakthrough to the fourth stage of the [Blood and Flesh Initial Unraveling True Skill], all depends on this one tremor...

(End of this chapter)