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

"S-rank, Support type!?"

"Ahem!"

Su Ming almost spat out the large mouthful of fried rice he had just swallowed.

He suddenly pounded his chest and widened his eyes.

"Dude, with your S-level talent and family member, the city hall's subsidies are enough to buy a villa, and you're still stuck here flipping a wok?"

S-level talent is extremely rare, even in the entire Federation.

Which one of them wasn't a precious darling cherished by various powerful forces?

If this guy's sister is an S-class beauty, and he sets up a stall here, it's like Jack Ma's own brother applying screen protectors to people's phones under a pedestrian bridge.

Outrageous.

"Sigh, I'm used to it."

The swift-footed man slammed the iron pot onto the stove.

"I've always loved finding things to do since I was little; I feel restless when I'm idle. While my younger sister is at school, I set up a stall—it's fulfilling!"

Su Ming silently ate his rice.

This guy's mindset is really ahead of its time.

Out of curiosity, he casually asked, "What kind of talent?"

I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth.

Asking about someone's specific talents is like asking for their bank card password—a complete minefield in social situations.

The eldest brother didn't mind.

He chuckled, lowered his voice, and leaned closer as if he had a huge secret to share.

"Related to luck..."

Su Ming paused for a moment while chewing his rice.

Is it related to luck?

A figure instantly flashed into his mind.

Liu Ruyan.

Her talent is partly due to luck.

However, Liu Ruyan's talent level is only A-level.

And this older brother's sister is an S-class.

Su Ming couldn't help but gasp.

Luck-based talents are inherently the most mysterious and difficult to deal with.

Any ability that is even remotely related to the word "fate" is, in the Federation's known sequence, a terrifying existence.

He shoved the last bite of rice into his mouth and asked, his words muffled, "Brother, what's your sister's name?"

"Lin Wan'er!"

When the older brother said this name, the pride on his face was impossible to hide; his expression was even brighter than when he talked about his talent.

Su Ming silently memorized the name.

After scanning the QR code to pay, he stood up and patted his pants.

"Let's go, brother."

"Alright! I'll treat you to fried rice in the capital!"

The older brother waved at him while tossing the iron wok, the aroma of the wok and the smell of cooking wafting far away.

Su Ming turned and walked towards the low-rent housing.

I have important business to attend to tonight.

……

Back in the low-rent apartment, I locked the door behind me.

Su Ming couldn't wait to sit cross-legged on the mattress and bring up the system panel.

[Host: Su Ming]

[Realm: Tier 1 - Black Iron]

[Life Forms: First Life Form (Carbon-based Mortal Body)]

[Actual weight: 844.5kg (+)]

[Quality Point: 32.7]

Promotion progress: 84.45%

It only needs 155.5kg more to advance to the second-tier bronze level.

Su Ming glanced down at the spatial storage bracelet.

Inside, lying quietly, was a Rock Fighting Robot worth eight million Federal Dollars.

Net weight 2.4 tons.

A top-of-the-line product made of high-density military-grade alloy.

If converted to mass points...

Su Ming swallowed hard.

To be honest, he had already made up his mind the moment he stuffed the rock into the spatial bracelet.

What's kept as a souvenir? What's sent back for repair? What's hung up as salted fish to sell secondhand?

He's not a collector.

This thing is for upgrading.

With a thought, the remains of the rock emerged from the spatial bracelet.

"boom--!"

The two-and-a-half-ton steel behemoth crashed onto the concrete floor, causing the entire low-rent apartment to tremble three times.

Ugh, the people downstairs are about to start yelling again.

Su Ming stood up, walked to the rock, and pressed his left palm firmly against the cold breastplate.

It was right where he bumped his head and created the dent.

"Devour".

A black hole-like suction force exploded from the palm of my hand.

This time, the feeling was completely different from before.

Those scrap iron screws and alloy fragments were like munching on cookies—crisp and crunchy, with little chewiness.

And the rock felt like taking a bite out of a whole steak.

Thick, dense, and full of satisfaction.

The dark silver armor disintegrated from the point of contact with the palm outwards at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It didn't weather into powder, nor did it make a harsh friction sound.

It was more like a silent collapse.

The high-density alloy skeleton was swallowed first, and the structure lost its support.

The hydraulic transmission system collapsed, disintegrated, and disappeared.

The core energy module, precision chips, every rivet and solder joint... were peeled off and compressed layer by layer, flowing into the palm of the hand.

All structures are powerless against microscopic black holes.

One minute later.

The floor in front of Su Ming was empty.

There are no crumbs.

No residue.

Not a single speck of dust remained.

[Ding! Consumed high-density alloy robot wreckage. Mass points: +2400.]

Su Ming stared at the numbers flashing on the panel.

My heart was pounding in my chest.

Two thousand four hundred points!

This is an absolute steal!

Mr. Shen, I'm sorry.

I won't waste a single one of your eight million.

Quality point balance: 2432.7.

It only takes 155.5 points to advance to Bronze.

Su Ming didn't even think about it.

"Add points! Advance to Tier 2 first!"

155.5 mass points were injected.

The actual weight exceeds 1000kg.

I have 2277.2 points left. I'll save some for later. I'm not in a hurry to go all in with this fortune.

[Ding! Promotion progress: 100.00%]

[Host has met the requirements for Tier 2 Bronze advancement. Advance immediately?]

"yes!"

The changes came more violently than he had anticipated.

A surge of scalding heat exploded from the depths of my bone marrow.

Previously, it resembled a piece of high-density pig iron; now, it looked as if it had been thrown into a furnace.

The bones were rumbling.

The level of detail jumped an entire order of magnitude in the blink of an eye.

Muscle fibers are torn, rearranged, and rewoven; every cell under the skin is being violently overwritten.

After advancing to the second tier, their senses also become more acute.

The dust particles in the air were clearly visible, and the old lady's incessant chatter from the next room reached my ears.

"Snap!"

The concrete floor beneath my feet groaned under the weight.

Cracks began to appear on the soles of his feet.

[Ding! Promotion complete.]

[Host's Realm: Second Tier - Bronze]

[Life Forms: First Life Form (Carbon-based Mortal Body)]

[Actual weight: 1000kg (+)]

[Quality Point: 2277.2]

The words "Bronze" on the panel gleamed with a faint metallic sheen.

Su Ming clenched his fist.

He is now a human being weighing one ton.

A second-tier bronze-level awakened individual with SSS-level talent.

He still has the same slender physique as that young man, and his height is still 1.85 meters, but his density has exceeded 13000 kg per cubic meter.

Nearly twice that of steel.

But when he saw the life forms section on the panel—

It is still the first life form (carbon-based mortal).

"System, system! Come out now!"

"Is this a bug? I'm clearly at Tier 2 Bronze, so why am I still in Tier 1?"