Gaining a tiny bit of weight every day, my weight is a billion tons.

Jiangcheng No. 1 Courtyard.

The most expensive villa area under the Zhao Group, with a starting price of ten million federal dollars for a single villa.

Zhao Kuo was sitting on the leather sofa in the master bedroom on the second floor, clutching a communicator in his hand, his face ashen.

"What did you say? You got slapped away?"

On the other end of the communicator, the blond-haired man's voice was trembling with tears:

"Brother Kuo, it's not that we're incompetent... I don't know what kind of drug that kid took, Old Hu punched him like he was hitting an iron plate, and then he just casually slapped him..."

"A slap?"

"Old Hu was thrown out, lost three teeth, and is still in the hospital."

Zhao Kuo hung up the communicator and slammed it onto the coffee table.

An F-level trash, a piece of trash with osteoporosis, slapped away his Black Iron-level martial artist.

After awakening, Su Ming did not return to school for two consecutive days. He originally planned to cut off the good-for-nothing's residence first.

They forced him to kneel in the street, crying and begging for help. Unexpectedly, the people they sent were crippled instead.

Something's not right.

Zhao Kuo frowned and paced back and forth twice.

Su Ming's talent is so bad that he can't even walk properly, let alone fight.

But Huang Mao said he was heavy.

Very heavy.

"Could it be that this piece of trash is getting heavier faster than the records show?" Zhao Kuo muttered to himself, then sneered.

So what?

So what if it's heavy?

A fleshy blob that only gets heavier; my S-rank Lava Fire can burn it to ashes in no time.

As he was thinking, the bedroom door behind him opened.

Liu Ruyan came out wearing a silk bathrobe, her long hair slightly damp, as she had just finished taking a shower.

The robe hung loosely on her shoulders, revealing glimpses of her curves below her collarbone.

These past two days she has moved into Courtyard No. 1, euphemistically calling it "dual cultivation resonance".

Zhao Kuo's gaze immediately fell upon Su Ming, and the slight annoyance he felt towards Su Ming instantly subsided by three points.

He reached out and unceremoniously wrapped his arm around Liu Ruyan's waist.

His palm landed on the smooth, white curve that the bathrobe couldn't cover, and he gave it a firm squeeze.

It feels amazing to the touch, smooth and elastic, like a piece of fine mutton fat jade.

Liu Ruyan stiffened, gave him a coquettish glare, and her eyes sparkled.

"What's wrong? She just finished showering."

Her voice was so soft and sweet it could be stretched into silk.

Zhao Kuo's heart skipped a beat: "You little vixen, you almost killed me last night."

Liu Ruyan lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, looking shy.

The A-level talent [Born with Luck] was even more powerful than she had anticipated.

Having moved into Courtyard No. 1 just two days ago, she has already clearly felt her ability to perceive energy rapidly improving.

They eat well, live well, have plenty of cultivation resources, and are further enhanced by the passive absorption of Qi.

She could almost see the Bronze Realm beckoning to her.

Six months. At most six months.

As for repaying Zhao Kuo?

She did figure out a little bit of the trick, but how could she possibly give it to him?

This fool is nothing more than a stepping stone for her to reach higher places.

There are ways to manipulate him.

Zhao Kuo has not yet felt any substantial acceleration in his cultivation.

He himself knew that in the early stages, his talent was just opening a door.

It will require a large amount of enlightenment potions and exotic beast crystals to feed it in the future.

He wasn't in a hurry.

Because Liu Ruyan told him that the luck that comes with fate needs time to adjust.

The initial phase focuses on accumulating strength, with the eventual breakthrough occurring later.

Zhao Kuo believed it.

What reason does he have not to believe it?

This woman is truly exceptional; he feels he's hit the jackpot.

Although he had never tried the legendary alluring type, Liu Ruyan had already made him unable to resist!

An S-class genius paired with an A-class partner—both possess exceptional talent.

A match made in heaven.

That's what everyone in Jiangcheng is saying.

Liu Ruyan nestled in Zhao Kuo's arms and asked casually:

"Who called just now? They looked so upset."

"That good-for-nothing Su Ming." Zhao Kuo recounted the events, ending with a cold snort.

"I don't know what I ate, but my weight has increased outrageously, and I even have the strength to slap Lao Hu away."

A look of surprise flashed across Liu Ruyan's eyes.

That good-for-nothing has this kind of strength?

She could be said to be the person who understands Su Ming the most in the world.

She knew everything about that man, having been his deskmate for three years.

He is calm, patient, and never does anything he is not sure of.

"Doesn't he have osteoporosis as a side effect?"

Liu Ruyan leaned against Zhao Kuo's chest, subtly steer the conversation deeper into the subject.

"Who knows what incredible luck he had."

Zhao Kuo snorted coldly.

"But it doesn't matter. What's the use of strength on the arena? He can't even touch my [Lava Fire]!"

"But what if..."

"There's no 'what if'!" Zhao Kuo interrupted her, his eyes turning fierce. "However, just to be on the safe side...!"

He picked up the communicator and dialed another number.

"Dad, could you get me a couple of things? A set of C-grade fire-type armor, and a few fire-type beast crystals..."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone before Zhao's father's voice came through:

"You spend money like it's burning. What do you need it for?"

"It's for the college entrance exam competition..."

"And Dad, listen to me, I have a girlfriend..."

"...Alright, you're truly my good son! I'll send someone to the South City black market right away."

"Oh, right, I'll transfer you another 100,000 yuan to buy some supplements. Our Zhao family... you know what that means."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Kuo turned to look at Liu Ruyan, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.

"Five days from now, I will make Su Ming kneel before the entire school. No matter how tough his bones are, they can't be tougher than lava."

Liu Ruyan leaned on his shoulder and obediently hummed in agreement.

She suddenly remembered the three years she had spent with Su Ming.

That man never spoke harshly, and he never lost his temper.

He was so gentle that he didn't seem like someone from the martial arts world.

Never mind, it doesn't matter anymore.

She has already chosen Zhao Kuo.

The winner takes all, the loser is eliminated.

The rules of this world have always been that simple.

……

the other side.

Early in the morning, Su Ming arrived at the Xinghuo Waste Processing Plant again.

As soon as he stepped into the sorting area, he keenly sensed that something was off about the atmosphere.

All his coworkers looked at him with a sense of compassion that resembled "end-of-life care."

"Little Su is here?"

The short-haired woman's eyes immediately welled up with tears when she saw him, and she quickly walked over.

Without saying a word, they forced two still-warm hard-boiled eggs into his hand.

"Take it and eat it while it's hot! It's from our old hen, good for calcium! You kid...sigh."

Su Ming held the two eggs, somewhat bewildered.

The bald, burly man nodded to him from afar, his eyes filled with the poignant sentiment of "brother, farewell."

have to.

Su Ming's lips twitched.

Yesterday, the persona of "second mutation, not long to live" spread faster than he expected.

I seem to have a real talent for creating a persona.

Foreman Scarface Li walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright, stop standing around. Just go back to your area today and get some rest."

The tone was as if he were tacitly approving of a terminally ill patient taking a paid day off.

Before Su Ming could even feel a little touched, it was overwhelmed by a sense of absurdity that left him both amused and exasperated.

What else could he say?

"Thank you, Uncle Li. Thank you, Sister Li."

Su Ming was touched, but he didn't hold back.

Under the sympathetic gazes of the crowd, he held two eggs and plunged into his own "private VIP box".

The three-meter-high mountain of waste in the corner quietly awaited his favor.

Su Ming peeled the egg and took a bite.

His gaze swept over the piles of armored vehicle chassis wreckage, twisted gun barrels, and broken track plates...

All hearty dishes!

He swallowed the protein, and his left hand had already silently touched a broken track connector.

Let the feast begin!

My palms are getting warm; the countdown begins.

One minute later.

[Ding! Consumed high-manganese steel track component. Mass points +6.7.]

Su Ming remained expressionless, took out a second egg from his pocket with his right hand and slowly peeled it, while his left hand had already picked up the next piece of scrap material.

[Ding! Absorbed a high-strength alloy wheel... Gained 9.5 mass points!]

[Ding! Consumed military-grade driveshaft wreckage... Gained mass points: +21.8!]

[Ding! Devouring...]

……

The system's crisp notification sound played the most beautiful melody in his mind.

Su Ming had stopped looking at the specific numbers; he only had one thought in his mind.

Eat, eat to death.

His right hand symbolically flipped through the sorting basket, while his left hand frantically produced one piece after another behind him, without stopping for a moment.

A thought suddenly popped into my head.

How come I don't feel hungry at all when I weigh 300 kilograms?

People are iron rice is steel.

Could it be that I've really become an "Iron Man" in the literal sense, able to survive by swallowing metal?

He shook his head, too lazy to think about it further.

Since you're not feeling unwell, don't make things difficult for your stomach.

Without stopping, he obtained another palm-thick piece of armor plating, with grooves bearing the claw marks of a strange beast remaining on its edges.

[Ding! Consumed special steel armor fragments... Gained 12.5 mass points!]

After peeling the second egg, Su Ming glanced at the heavy food area in the distance.

That's where the real feast is.

A complete tank turret, a mecha leg taller than a person, steel plates from a scrapped ship weighing tens of tons...

He swallowed hard, then looked away.

There are people watching over there, and there are surveillance cameras. It's not the right time; we should play it safe and develop our strength discreetly.

Midway through, he took out the air conditioner and glanced at the control panel.

[Host: Su Ming]

[Realm: Tier 1 - Black Iron]

[Actual weight: 296.3kg (+)]

[Quality Point: 437.25]

Half a day, 400 points.

At this rate, the quality score should break 500 before the end of the workday today.

All of it was put into real weight, and the weight soared to 800 kilograms.

It's only a little over 200 kilograms away from the 1,000-kilogram second-tier bronze advancement threshold.

Let's work hard again this afternoon, or at the latest tomorrow!

He will be able to touch the threshold of the second life form.

Su Ming suppressed the smile on his lips and continued to bury himself in his work.

……

3 PM.

Just as Su Ming finished devouring a transmission shaft as thick as a fist, the system popped up the largest income of the day.

[Ding! Consumed tungsten-based heavy alloy counterweight. Mass points +22.4!]

happy.

Just then, a low hum of an engine came from the outside of the sorting area.

Su Ming looked up.

A silver-gray military hovercraft slowly landed on the factory's helipad.

The hatch opened, and a tall, slender figure stepped out first.

A black nanotech combat suit, a tall and slender figure of 1.78 meters, and silver battle sword emblems on the shoulder straps.

Shen Qingci.

But Su Ming's gaze only lingered on her for a second before being drawn to someone else.

A man he had never seen before stepped out of the car from the other side.

He was in his early twenties and about 1.83 meters tall.

He was dressed in a custom-made high-end combat suit and had a handsome face.

A perfectly timed smile played on his lips, and he exuded a carefully cultivated sense of superiority.

He stood side by side with Shen Qingci, his outstanding demeanor clearly indicating that he was either rich or noble.

……