I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

What level is this score? Richard searched on his phone while resting.

The world record for unequipped double-arm curls is 330 pounds (about 149 kilograms), but that guy is a 120-kilogram strongman, and his arms, which are full of high-tech and grueling techniques, are probably thicker than Richard's thighs.

Richard is only 18 years old and weighs only 70 kilograms. The difference in weight can lead to a huge difference in strength.

In addition, there may have been improper movements in the previous exercise, such as leaning back and swinging the body to use momentum, which may have resulted in an inflated score.

However, Richard had never trained in bi-arm curls before, which led to his lower score.

Overall, for Richard, at his weight of 300 pounds, performing a double-arm curl while holding two people is absolutely a top-tier achievement for humans, unimaginable for ordinary people.

This is the effect of 15 points in constitution!

Richard was very satisfied with this.

A constitution of 15 points is already close to the human limit. If the [Flesh and Bone] branch is upgraded again, will it break through the human limit?

Just then, a group of noisy footsteps came from outside the door.

Richard, not wanting others to see his level of strength, stopped.

People from outside are entering the gym.

Richard took a closer look and realized it was Bob and the football team.

David was among them, looking dejected and numb, as if he had been through something these past few days.

As soon as they entered and saw Richard, they walked straight toward him, their eyes filled with undisguised malice.

Bob, who was in charge, had a gloomy face and looked very angry.

David chuckled as he saw the barbell on the ground and the lingering redness on Richard's face.

Squatting 300 pounds?

They really lack self-awareness.

However, he learned his lesson and dared not speak carelessly, lest this cunning young man seize upon his weakness again.

A group of burly men surrounded Richard, but Richard remained calm and composed, saying:

"David, are you here to apologize to me?"

David's face darkened, and he was about to speak when Bob stopped him, afraid that he would say something inappropriate and cause further trouble.

Don't be fooled by the fact that this is just a team of American footballers; the team isn't a monolith. For example, the backup quarterback is probably secretly hoping that David will crash and burn.

Bob said sternly:

"Richard! You ruined David! You ruined the Francis Lewis High School team! You're responsible for this!"

The football team surrounded Richard, glaring at him angrily, while David also showed a hateful look in his eyes.

Without saying a word, Richard turned on his phone camera, pointed it at Bob, and calmly said:

"Bob, the coach of the Francis Lewis High School team, is protecting racists."

"Why doesn't this kid play by the rules? He's always labeling people!" Bob said angrily.

"When did MF ever protect David?! And why are you with the camera on?! Turn it off right now!"

"Oh, Coach Bob admitted that David is a racist." Richard calmly turned the camera to capture all the team members in the frame. The team members in the frame took a step back in unison, blocking the others in front of them.

"I didn't!" Bob exclaimed, his heart pounding.

"I mean, you made David pee, which dealt a huge psychological blow to him and will ruin the rest of the match..."

MF! Why did you have to say that?! David's eyes widened, and he blushed instantly.

The football team members almost burst out laughing when they recalled David's miserable state that day.

Richard continued:

"Bob thinks he's not good enough and will mess up the game. Remember this, if the football team's budget is cut next year, it's all your coaches' fault."

Bob was furious:

"Isn't this the result of your actions! If it weren't for what you did to David..."

Richard picked at his ear:

"So Coach Bob is still protecting racists?"

Bob felt completely numb.

"Don't frame me! When did I ever protect him?"

As a white man, he was even hesitant to say the word in front of the camera.

Richard calmly replied:

"You see, you agree with the word 'cover-up,' so you admit that David is a racist."

Damn Dongda University! Bob felt speechless, and to avoid trouble, he could only swallow his words:

I misspoke just now.

"OK. Then you can have David apologize to me."

"When did I ever ask David to apologize to you! And what does this have to do with David anyway!"

"We agreed with the principal that David would apologize to me and I wouldn't pursue his responsibility for racial discrimination. Is David an untrustworthy coward? Or do you think the judge will protect your shameless behavior?"

"Damn it!" Bob gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

But he dared not.

Because there are cameras.

Damn it! David wanted nothing more than to rush up and punch Richard twice.

He didn't dare.

To this day, the hospital has still not been able to determine what caused the excruciating pain that day.

Including that damned, incompetent, and shameless Emerson Pharmaceuticals, who tricked me into signing a volunteer trial participant agreement but couldn't find any information about me!

David dared not take the risk; what if Richard really did get an electric shock... He would rather die than endure that kind of pain again.

I don't want to die!

So David only expressed his anger with his eyes, without actually moving a muscle.

Bob argued his case logically:

"Stop making excuses, this is your doing! It's all your fault! If David can't play, we'll definitely lose the next game..."

The rugby team's performance has been very poor lately, and he is under a lot of pressure.

Losing David would be a huge blow to the team.

Richard said calmly:

"If a player can't play, the game will be lost. What's the coach's job then? Oh, it seems the other students are right. Our school's rugby coach is terrible. Even a dog tied to the coach's bench would be better than Bob."

Bob immediately panicked:

"Damn it! Who said that?!"

Richard spread his hands, looking at the other team members with sympathy:

"It seems that in Bob's eyes, you are not even as good as David's toes. You will lose the game as long as he is not on the field."

Bob's eyes turned red.

Is this how you sow discord?

He could clearly see that the way his teammates looked at him was off.

A bunch of muscle-bound idiots!

Bob sensed something was wrong and angrily said:

"Are you all brainless?! He's deliberately trying to sow discord!"

The team members exchanged glances.

They were fed up with all this mess, with David's embarrassment causing the entire team to be ridiculed.

The rugby team members were the envy of the entire school, and each member had the precious right to choose a partner. Now, because of "a captain who got beaten up," everything was ruined!

It's time to get rid of David, this liability!

The team members exchanged glances for a while.

The backup quarterback stepped up and gestured with his lip:

"Hey Coach, I think we need to do some special training to prepare for when David isn't around."

Upon hearing this, David was so angry that he trembled all over.

A bunch of shameless traitors!

"David, I'm waiting for your apology, but I'm not very patient." Richard pointed at David and walked away nonchalantly.

......

The shadowless lights in the dissection room came on, reflecting a cold light off the stainless steel table.

Helen stood at the edge of the stage, her focused gaze concealing a barely perceptible excitement. Her beautiful brown pupils beneath her eyelashes were like amber soaked in formaldehyde, devoid of any warmth.

Helen, wielding a scalpel, precisely cut open the skin, separated the subcutaneous fat, and exposed the reddish-brown muscle tissue.

She used her gloved fingers to grope through the slippery internal organs, making a hissing, eerie sound, accompanied by a foul stench; the scene was too much to bear.

The students around them couldn't help but cover their mouths, their stomachs churning with the taste of lunch, and they all began to regret why they had eaten lunch at all.

Helen stared intently at the somewhat rotting internal organs, her eyelids not even twitching, as if there were no corpses in front of her.

"Ugh!" A boy covered his mouth and rushed out.

The other students also looked grim.

Several more rushed out immediately afterward.

vomit!

Professor Flint, with his white hair, remained expressionless, simply looking at Helen with satisfaction, as if she were a piece of uncut jade.

A promising talent like him, who dares to handle a rotting corpse on his first encounter, is a rare find.

A dozen minutes later, Helen finished her operation and began the cleaning process according to the standard procedure.

Finally, he took off his mask, his expression still showing lingering enjoyment, with a strange blush on his face.

Helen stepped off the control panel and reverted to being the somewhat socially awkward girl she always was, bowing her head and saying:

"Professor Flint."

Professor Flint asked:

"And the conclusion?"

Helen whispered:

"The deceased was cyanotic with petechial hemorrhages in the conjunctiva; the cause of death was asphyxiation. There was no drowning fluid in the respiratory tract or lungs, no foam in the trachea, and no emphysema, so drowning was unlikely. There was aspiration pneumonia and mild pulmonary edema in the lungs, and minor contusions to the mouth and nose, suggesting that the deceased may have had their mouth and nose covered before death, leading to asphyxiation..."

The reasoning was rough, but Professor Flint was very satisfied:

"Helen, you're very talented. To achieve this level on your first try is truly impressive. What are your plans for the future?"

"Forensic pathologist." Helen's voice was timid, but her eyes gleamed with a hidden excitement.

"A forensic pathologist, huh?" Flynt nodded.

"I can find an opportunity to recommend you for an internship at the NYPD's medical examiner's office. You won't be doing autopsies right now, but you can gain some experience."

Flint is a leading figure in the New York forensic field, and many forensic doctors are his students.

Helen repeatedly expressed her gratitude:

"Thank you, Professor."

The other students looked on with envy.

Forensic pathologist may sound disgusting, but it's actually a high-paying job, with starting salaries as high as $18 a year.

The more experience you have, the stronger your bargaining power will be.

Becoming a manager can increase your annual salary to around $30.

If your skills are truly outstanding, you can also become a private forensic consultant. The fee for each autopsy can be as high as $3000 to $8000. If you do a dozen or so cases a month, your annual salary can exceed $50, and the top ones can even reach millions!

Helen can start her internship now, which will give her a huge advantage in the future.