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

Su Ming had half his body stuck in the hole in the floor, with his lower body dangling in the air, while lime dust from the ceiling below was falling down with a pattering sound.

The crumpled piece of paper lay quietly on his face.

He raised his hand to unveil it, staring at that single word for a full five seconds.

"quick."

Quality Engine.

My brain went blank for a full three seconds.

He had imagined countless possible outcomes.

If I draw the [Quality Domination] card, that would be great.

One and a half times the kinetic energy, thirty percent true damage. Tomorrow we'll go to the entrance of the Source Abyss.

He delivered a powerful blow to the source beast's forehead, smashing it to pieces regardless of its defenses.

S-rank Zhao Kuo is nothing. He'll just perform a health bar disappearing act on the stage.

Getting the "Understated Quality" item is fine too.

He disguised his one-ton weight as a hundred-pound figure, followed Shen Qingci as a harmless little follower, and at the crucial moment, he stomped the earth to save the beauty. He had even thought of the script.

It happens to be the [Quality Engine].

A pure burst dash skill.

He's not going to participate in the Olympic 100-meter race!

Su Ming shoved the crumpled paper hard into the crack in the floor.

"I shouldn't have believed in metaphysics!"

Despite his frustration, he gripped the edge of the crack in the ground with both hands, intending to pull himself out.

With a sudden burst of strength...

"Click."

The ground cracked open another two inches.

My whole body sank down a bit.

Row.

very good.

Su Ming stood there, frozen.

The old lady downstairs has already started her first round of cursing.

It took him a full three minutes to pull himself out of the crack in the ground, like pulling out a radish.

During the process, he broke two floorboards, and the old lady downstairs cursed him three times, but he ignored her completely.

"Pop..."

Finally, they pulled him out, pants and all.

He looked down at the crumpled paper with the word "fast" written on it in the crack in the ground and remained silent for two seconds.

Forget it.

With a balance of 2277.2 points, I can only buy one. Poor people don't have a second chance to draw lots.

He might complain, but his mind was already working on it.

Quality Engine: "Peak from the start, full speed in an instant."

Let's look at it from the other side.

F equals ma.

A ton of weight, maximum acceleration, the impact of the first step...

Su Ming was stunned.

Today, a ton is like a cannonball fired from a distance.

What about ten tons? Or one hundred tons?

The greater the mass, the more powerful the engine.

This isn't like installing a rocket booster on a tractor; it's like putting a catapult on an ever-expanding meteorite.

The catapult itself remained unchanged, but the meteorites grew larger and their energy became increasingly terrifying.

Su Ming clenched his fist, and a slow smile spread across his face.

"OK."

Although it's not the optimal solution, it's not a complete loss.

What was my name again...? I'm just a bullet, though my caliber is a bit too small for now.

He opened the system store and stared intently at the icon for the [Quality Engine].

It didn't feel like exchanging for a divine skill; it felt more like signing a contract to sell oneself into servitude.

A brave man cuts off his own arm.

Press the redeem button.

[Ding! Do you wish to spend 2000 Quality Points to exchange for a Sequence·Quality Engine?]

"Yes."

The numbers on the panel plummeted instantly.

2277.2→277.2.

Two thousand points, gone.

Su Ming's heart clenched suddenly.

Two thousand mass points, one kilogram per point, totaling two tons.

The hard-earned money from two days of tinkering at the scrap yard, plus that eight-million-dollar Rock machine, all evaporated in an instant.

This feels even more exciting than the old lady downstairs poking a hole through the ceiling with a broom handle.

But the next second, a cold stream of information poured into his brain like a landslide and a tsunami.

It is neither text nor image.

It is a complete force application route that is directly etched into muscle memory.

Each muscle fiber completes its maximum compression within a fraction of a second.

Each joint is locked at a precise angle.

The force is transmitted from the soles of the feet to the waist and hips, through the spine to the shoulders and back, and finally converges at the contact surface, all within a single breath.

It's not about speeding up.

It's an explosion.

An internal combustion engine completes ignition, compression, combustion, and power in one smooth motion.

The body is like a cylinder, and mass is like fuel.

The heavier it is, the more powerful the burst of energy.

The annoyance in Su Ming's eyes vanished completely.

He clenched his fist and then relaxed it, his muscles involuntarily tightening and releasing.

It felt like an engine had been forcibly shoved into my body, ready to be started at any moment with just a thought.

"It was worth it."

The two words were squeezed out from between his teeth.

Despite his poverty, the potential of his skills was much higher than he had imagined.

He pulled the fluorescent green tubular container out of his pocket.

The tube is printed with the red serial number of the Southern Military Region.

Military-grade high-level life nutrient solution.

The one Shen Hongyuan gave me.

I originally intended to keep it as a backup, but having just advanced to Bronze, its foundation is not yet stable, and the cells have not fully adapted to the new density level.

I'm entering Yuanyuan the day after tomorrow, so there's no time to slowly work things out.

He pulled out the stopper and tilted his head back to pour it in.

The moment it went down his throat, he knew he had underestimated it.

It's not nutrient solution, it's magma.

A scalding hot stream burst from the esophagus and spread along the blood vessels to the limbs.

The bones were cracking, the joints were popping, and even the teeth were chattering.

Su Ming curled up like a shrimp, with veins bulging on his forehead like small snakes writhing under his skin.

The bone marrow is boiling.

Strands of viscous impurities, blacker than ink, were forcibly squeezed out from deep within the bones and instantly burned away by the violent medicinal power.

Cells break down and are then encapsulated and recombined by purer energy.

A grayish-black, viscous liquid seeped from the skin's surface.

The metabolic waste accumulated by the carbon-based mortal body over eighteen years was forcibly removed by the medicinal power.

The whole process lasted nearly ten minutes.

Su Ming lay on the ground, his body covered in gray-black grime, as if he had just crawled out of a sewer.

He clenched his teeth tightly and managed not to utter a sound.

The pain gradually subsided.

He slowly stood up.

Still one ton.

But before, you were carrying a ton while walking; now you're driving a ton while walking.

The difference is like going from carrying an anvil over mountains to sitting in the cockpit.

Su Ming walked to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and the cool water washed away the disgusting gray-black grime.

He looked up at the mirror.

The broken mirror above the sink is covered in cracks.

I felt unfamiliar for a second.

My skin has changed.

Her face, which was originally pale due to long-term malnutrition and had a tragic filter, now had an even, healthy complexion, neither too dark nor too light, resilient and radiant.

The jawline is more defined.

Her facial features haven't changed, but her overall demeanor has. Before, she was an art piece displayed on a shelf waiting to be appreciated; now, she's a sharpened knife.

Her eyes have changed too.

That aloofness from before was an act; it had to be maintained and cultivated.

That chilliness now resides within.

Profound, bright, with a kind of indescribable sharpness, as if it sees through everything but is too lazy to point it out.

Su Ming stared at the mirror in silence for three seconds.

Holy crap.

Turn 30 degrees to the left.

handsome.

Turn 30 degrees to the right.

Still handsome.

Tilt your head back forty-five degrees...

"No, that's a foul angle."

For the first time, he felt a sense of crisis about his appearance.

It's not that he's not handsome enough, it's that he's too handsome.

He's so handsome that people will take pictures of him if he walks down the street.

Previously, the "cool and aloof academic genius" persona featured a beautiful but pale face.

Now?

My first reaction would probably be, "This guy is so handsome I want to break the law."

Su Ming turned off the tap and clenched his fist.

There was no movement beneath my feet.

The floor is intact.

He can clearly perceive the precise location of every muscle and every bone.

It was like regaining control of a precision instrument, a ton in weight, but one he could handle.

Walking still leaves footprints on the floor.

But at least you won't step into a hole.

perhaps.

Su Ming walked out of the bathroom and glanced at the dilapidated low-rent housing.

The floor was cracked, the bed was gone, and a piece of plaster was hanging precariously in the corner of the ceiling.

The whole room looked like it had been ransacked by a demolition crew.

He spread the mattress at the bathroom door and sat down cross-legged.

277.2 points of assets.

With tomorrow's heavy-duty zone being a full-day feast, and the daily compound interest of 1% continuing to take effect, how much will the actual quality be when we set off for Yuanyuan the day after tomorrow...?

Su Ming did a quick mental calculation and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

enough.

It is enough to serve as a qualified shield for Shen Qingci.

He lay down on the floor, and the floorboards beneath the mattress creaked eerily.

He froze instantly, his movements reduced to a minimum, maintaining an extremely awkward posture without moving.

He was afraid that if he moved even slightly, the old lady downstairs would climb up through the hole in the ceiling in her pajamas and come to settle scores with him.

He remained frozen there, and gradually drifted off to sleep.

……

At 5:17 a.m., the sky was just beginning to lighten.

The alarm clock hadn't gone off, but Su Ming had already opened his eyes.

Tier 2 Bronze, fully restored in three hours.

He got up, put on the only coat that wasn't torn, and pushed open the door.

The cold morning wind blew in, carrying the unique grassy smell and dampness of dew from the outskirts of Jiangcheng.

Su Ming strode towards the wasteland outside the city.

A footprint appeared on the cement step beneath my feet.

The troubles of the strong are often so simple and unpretentious.

Before, I was afraid of being trampled on; now I'm afraid of accidentally trampling away the path under someone else's feet.

What a tragedy...