I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Richard returned to the YC apartment, sat down, and took out a notebook. He needed to gain a sufficiently in-depth understanding of the Magic Hand.

He listed a series of test items in his notebook: visibility, resistance, strength, penetration, shape, and release location.

"I have 12 mana left. Mana Hand consumes 1 mana every 10 seconds, with a minimum consumption of 1."

"All tests must be completed within 20 seconds, and the magic consumption must be kept below 2 points. This way, there will still be 10 points of magic left, which is enough to deal with various situations."

After making his plans, Richard pressed the alarm and began the test.

A magical tentacle extended from a fingertip, which Richard could see, but couldn't capture on his phone or in the mirror.

"So, only I can see the Magic Hand; it's invisible to everyone else. Why?"

Magic tentacles wrapped around an apple; you squeezed hard, but couldn't budge it.

An orange, you can squeeze it, but you can't crush it.

The orange segment was crushed.

In summary, the power of the Magic Hand is very low; it can only crush about one orange segment.

It's too weak; I don't know if it can grow in the future.

The reason Richard was able to crush Brian was simply because Brian was old and suffered from various age-related illnesses, which made his blood vessel walls very fragile, and Richard tore a hole in them.

If it were a healthy adult, it probably wouldn't be able to tear it.

However, one can still pinch the enemy's heart artery, cutting off blood supply to the body, and thus quickly kill a person.

Alternatively, mimicking the triangular choke technique of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, one can simultaneously pinch the carotid artery and trachea, rendering the enemy unconscious within seconds.

The magic hand ignored the flames of the gas stove, the ice cubes in the refrigerator, and the electricity in the socket.

Or, to put it simply, immunity to magic damage.

Richard then transformed his magical tentacles into a rope, firmly gripping a live fish he had just bought.

The fish immediately sensed something was wrong and struggled to break free.

The magic hand shattered into several pieces, but it quickly coalesced into tentacles without any change.

Therefore, the Magic Hand also ignores physical damage.

In addition, when Richard was testing his magic hand inside the refrigerator, he made an unexpected discovery: he could see the inside of the refrigerator!

It's like an eye growing at the very tip of the magic hand.

It was through this vision that Richard was able to find Brian's heart inside Brian's body and crush it.

If this eye were used in surgery and medical examinations, it would be more accurate than the most advanced CT scans!

......

Twenty seconds later, Richard finished the test on time, having gained a complete understanding of the Magic Hand:

Resistance: Ignores fire, ice, and electricity.

Visibility: Visible only to itself.

Strength: Crush an orange segment; it will shatter if the strength exceeds the limit.

Penetration: Among common items, none were found that could block the magical hand. The only exception is the brain: the magical hand cannot enter one's own brain.

Shape: Can change at will, and can even be divided into multiple tentacles, but it is not easy to control, may require multiple uses and long-term training.

Release location: Can only be emitted from the fingertips.

Senses: There is an invisible eye at the tip.

Richard memorized these things and then burned the paper.

The biggest discovery was that the brain blocked the magic hand, for reasons unknown.

In short, Magic Hand is currently my strongest trump card. It has no cooldown, low cost, doesn't require contact with the target, and is stealthy.

The only drawback is that the distance is too short, only 3.7 meters.

If this ability is used to kill frequently, the fact that one is nearby every time someone dies mysteriously is likely to attract the attention of the police.

Therefore, it should be used with caution.

In any case, today's gains were enormous.

You have acquired an extremely useful spell, Magic Hand.

I successfully became a morgue assistant, securing a stable source of corpses.

The acquisition of a new servant, Brian, a veteran congressman with immense power, will be a great help to the future.

Mike's problem can also be solved; Brian will [reasonably] get Mike out of the NYPD and then kill him.

Even if the matter is exposed, Brian is the mastermind behind it all, and the adversaries will only focus their attacks on Brian, having nothing to do with him.

Another firewall.

Oh, and I also became the school bully at Francis Lewis High School, and incidentally, I gained a little kung fu fanboy...

Richard burned the paper.

In the distance, the urgent woo-woo siren sounded again.

The police have been working like crazy these past few days, and they have no idea what big thing the New York gangs are up to.

Richard glanced out the window at the quiet and safe area around the YC apartment building, and he opened his book with peace of mind.

As the [Flesh and Bone] knowledge level increases to level 2, the knowledge gained from reading becomes less and less, so a solution must be found.

When school is out for the weekend, I'll go to the Katarina Aesthetic Clinic to see if touching flesh and blood directly will help with the "Flesh and Bone" branch.

......

Friday.

At Francis Lewis High School, morale is low and every student is looking forward to a wonderful weekend.

The morning classes consisted of an AP English literature discussion class, an Algebra II class, a biological science news sharing class, and a drama class.

During lunchtime, the debate club and dance club set up booths next to the cafeteria to recruit new members.

Richard continued to eat alone.

Perhaps because he had just saved the senator, Richard felt more attention from people, including many girls who admired him.

However, as the new school bully, the girls were still getting used to Richard's style and dared not approach him easily.

It's estimated that in a few days, once they confirm that Debbie didn't go on a date with Richard, some bold girls will step forward and confess their love.

Richard's hearing was so good that he could even hear girls whispering. One girl had even started fantasizing about how she would become the center of attention for all the girls in the school after she succeeded.

Richard glanced back.

She was an Asian woman with typical Asian makeup, wearing a miniskirt in this cold weather, and had a spade tattooed on her ankle.

Damn it! Black Bull's bus.

Richard turned back in disgust.

Brandon carried his tray to Richard's seat, his legs shaking like leaves.

"Hi!"

Richard glanced at his thigh:

"What's wrong with you?"

Brandon proudly said:

"I did horse stance for two hours last night!"

Richard was speechless.

"cool!"

Brandon said firmly:

"I will definitely become a kung fu master! I will definitely learn pressure point techniques!"

I think I just corrected my pronunciation, because today Brandon pronounced the two characters for "acupoint" particularly accurately.

"I'll eat my hat if you can learn this." Richard finished his rice in a few bites, picked up his cutlery, and patted Brandon on the shoulder:

"come on!"

Anyway, doing more horse stance exercises won't do any harm. If you like practicing martial arts, it's at least much better than going to the streets and smoking DAMA with thugs.

Richard went to the school gym.

Pushing open the double wooden doors of the gym, a whiff of sweat, rubber, and disinfectant hits you.

The gymnasium at Francis Lewis High School is quite large, about the size of four basketball courts, with a very high ceiling and yellowish fluorescent lights that aren't very bright.

However, the facilities in public high schools are generally outdated, with dark brown rubber floors covered in wear and tear, and even the three-point lines on the basketball courts are blurred.

The gymnasiums in middle schools usually also serve as venues for physical education classes, school team training, dances, and even some exams.

There are usually many students, but now they are all eating, and the place is deserted.

Richard walked to the weight room and found a rusty barbell, already weighted to its maximum, 300 pounds (about 136 kilograms).

For someone who hasn't been trained, even lifting an empty bar is difficult.

With such a heavy weight, the previous trainee must have been a member of the school team.

Richard tried doing a squat, something he would never have been able to do before, but now it was surprisingly easy, and he didn't even feel any pressure.

The limit of force cannot be measured.

However, 300 pounds is already the maximum weight allowed for the school's barbell.

Richard thought for a moment, then held the barbell in front of him with both hands and tried to do a double arm curl.

Richard held his breath and exerted force, veins bulging on his neck, and in an instant, blood rushed to his arms and face.

Richard grunted.

Up!

Double arm curl successful!

The 300-pound barbell clattered to the ground.

"Phew~" Chief Richard breathed a long sigh of relief.

In just a few seconds, his face turned red.

"This is the limit; any heavier and you'll get injured."