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

Before we knew it, dusk was approaching.

In the heavy materials section of the Xinghuo Waste Processing Plant, the setting sun dyed piles of scrapped armor a dark gold.

Su Ming crouched behind the wreckage of a scrapped self-propelled artillery piece.

His left hand was pressing down on a B+ grade titanium-tungsten alloy side skirt panel that was about half a person's height.

Feel the black hole in your palm greedily tearing apart the metal molecules.

The alloy plate collapsed silently from the point of contact, peeling off, compressing, and flowing into the palm of the hand layer by layer.

One minute later, only a small clump of grayish-white dust remained on the ground.

[Ding! Consumed B+ grade titanium-tungsten alloy side skirt plate, mass points +67.]

Quality point balance: 1547.8.

Su Ming whistled, brushed the dust off his hands, and climbed up another mountain of scrap iron.

He's been working since eight in the morning, a whole day, and he's thoroughly explored every nook and cranny of the heavy materials area, rummaging through all the high-purity alloys he could reach.

Grade B, Grade C, and occasionally a few specially supplied alloy components with military serial numbers can be found.

Every bite you take is a real, tangible contribution to your quality.

Cool.

So cool.

It feels like other people spend money to work out, while he goes to work to build muscle and still gets paid.

Makes a killing.

But he was not blinded by the bountiful harvest before him.

1547.8 points, still more than 400 points away from 2000.

Based on the remaining stock in the heavy goods section, I can barely scrape together 1,800 yuan before leaving get off work today.

If I'm short two hundred points, I'll come again tomorrow.

No.

I have to leave for Yuanyuan with Shen Qingci first thing tomorrow morning, so there's no time.

Su Ming rubbed his chin as he squatted on top of the scrap metal pile, his gaze sweeping across the entire heavy materials area.

He is now facing a choice.

There are three amazing skills in the system shop. I bought [Quality Engine] last time, and I still have [Quality Concealment] and [Quality Domination] left.

Two thousand points are only enough to buy one.

[Understated Quality]: Compressing a one-ton weight to the level of a normal person, walking without breaking the floor, and returning daily life to normal.

The image of Shen Qingci cutting his finger with an atomic wire earlier that day flashed through his mind.

The girl used her ultimate technique, sparks flew all over his face, but in the end, it didn't even break his skin.

Shen Qingci's expression at that moment...

How to put it? It's like a lumberjack who's used all his strength to cut down a tree, only to suddenly realize that he's actually cutting down a steel pillar.

Su Ming couldn't help but curl his lips upwards.

Pretending to be cool can be addictive.

but……

I'm going to Yuanyuan the day after tomorrow.

Even high-ranking military warriors frequently suffer losses in that area, and second- and third-tier source beasts roam there; mere physical strength is not enough.

They need to be able to fight.

【Mass Domination】: Master the laws of mass and density, generate 1.5 times the kinetic energy of your own mass with each exertion, and have a 30% chance to trigger full true damage.

1.5x kinetic energy boost.

He currently weighs just over 1,000 kilograms, and a single punch from him carries the impact of one and a half tons.

If 30% true damage is triggered, that's a ton and a half of damage that ignores defense.

What does that mean?

It's just as good as small artillery shells!

To rule or govern.

I'll definitely buy the Dominion.

We'll talk about being more reserved later; at worst, we'll just be more careful when we walk.

After making his decision, he jumped off the mountain of scrap metal, and when he landed, two more deep craters appeared in the blast-proof concrete ground beneath his feet.

Su Ming looked down, his face expressionless.

...We'll talk about it later.

These have always served the people and the country.

Why can't the government do something for me too?

He bent down and crawled into the innermost corner of the heavy equipment area, where several scrapped medium-sized military command vehicles were piled up.

This batch of goods was just brought in today. Scarface Li said it was brought back from the front lines and hasn't been sorted yet.

Su Ming pried open the chassis of the first command vehicle with his bare hands, just like unpacking a package.

The chassis armor is three times thicker than that of ordinary vehicles, made of pure military-grade high-manganese steel.

Swallow.

+38.

The second one, Devour.

+41.

The third one...

Su Ming's hand stopped.

There is a hidden groove on the inside of the chassis, which is covered by charred armor fragments and cannot be seen without lifting it up.

A crystal the size of a billiard ball was stuck in the groove.

It is dark red, with liquid light slowly flowing inside.

Su Ming's pupils suddenly contracted.

He reached out and pried the crystal out, then flipped it over in his palm.

The energy purity was extremely high, far exceeding the inferior fragments he had previously found in the gaps of tank armor by more than one order of magnitude.

Second-tier fire-type alien beast crystal.

It's in perfect condition; it's estimated that it got embedded in the command vehicle when it was destroyed by the alien beast, and the sorting workers didn't even notice it.

Su Ming swallowed hard.

This wave...

Without hesitation, he opened the black hole in the palm of his left hand.

The dark red light on the surface of the crystal flickered violently for two seconds, then disappeared like an ice cube being thrown into boiling water.

It disintegrated silently, transforming into pure energy that flowed into the palm of the hand.

[Ding! Absorbed a Tier 2 Fire-type Beast Crystal (Complete). Extremely high energy purity, zero-loss conversion. Gained 450 Mass Points.]

Su Ming froze for half a second.

450.

450 per transaction.

Aside from the Rock Robot with 2,400 points, this was the biggest windfall he had ever made since he devoured others.

He looked down at the system panel.

Quality point balance: 2076.8.

broken.

The 2,000 mark has been broken.

Su Ming stood behind the dimly lit mountain of scrap iron, taking a deep breath, and then another deep breath.

He longed to look up at the sky and roar.

But that won't work; there are patrolling workers nearby.

One's public persona cannot be ruined.

He switched back to his aloof expression, dusted off the rust from his hands, and walked out of the heavy goods area as if nothing had happened.

As I passed by Scarface Li, the other man offered me a cigarette.

"Xiao Su, you did a great job today. Will you come again tomorrow?"

"No, I have something to do tomorrow."

"Okay, take care of yourself. That petrification mutation of yours... sigh, don't push yourself too hard."

Su Ming nodded, his expression indifferent.

My heart is singing.

As dusk fell, Su Ming walked out of the scrap yard gate.

The space bracelet and all valuables are stored in the factory's storage room as per regulations.

He was wearing a school uniform jacket.

He had thirty yuan in his pocket.

He's decided to eat instant noodles tonight!

Why? Because I can't wait!

He couldn't wait to return to his low-rent apartment to redeem the "Quality Control" card.

Then get a good night's sleep and set off early tomorrow morning.

The plan is perfect.

As Su Ming turned into a secluded narrow alley on the outskirts of the city, several beams of flashlight light suddenly appeared ahead.

Five burly men, all wearing black T-shirts, blocked the alley entrance.

The bald, burly man at the head of the group carried a short, gleaming stick and had a dagger tucked into his waistband.

Su Ming paused.

He recognized the one who was leading the group.

leopard.

One of the Zhao family's watchdogs, a Black Iron-level Enhancement Awakener, and a local bully who collects protection money in the suburbs.

Last time at the school gate, it was this guy who led a group to ambush Su Ming, and Zhao Kuo called him to collect information on Su Ming's daily whereabouts.

Several lowly laborers passing by recognized the Zhao family members, their faces turned pale, and they slipped away along the wall.

The leopard tapped the short stick twice against its palm, producing a crisp metallic sound.

"Su Ming".

He tilted his head and smiled, a smile that seemed particularly glaring in the flashlight beam.

"Young Master Zhao asked me to pass on a message: do you really think you can go through the college entrance exam unscathed after offending him?"

The short stick was pointed at Su Ming's two arms.

"Let's take both arms today and calculate the interest."

Several burly men behind him chuckled, and one of them had already drawn a dagger.

Su Ming glanced at the short stick.

Grade C alloy.

It's in decent condition, probably worth seven or eight thousand federal dollars.

Let's take another look at Leopard and his henchmen.

Iron grade.

All of them are of the Black Iron grade.

Su Ming suddenly felt a little sorry for Zhao Kuo.

Paying someone of Iron rank to fight someone of Bronze rank is not inviting someone to a feast, it's inviting someone to deliver the feast.

"Let's get started." Su Ming stood still, even putting his hands in his pockets.

The leopard was enraged by this attitude.

"court death!"

He roared, channeling his enhanced battle aura into his arms, and the C-grade alloy short stick, accompanied by a whooshing sound, slammed into Su Ming's left shoulder.

He used all his strength in that strike.

Enough to break the spine of an adult bull.

Su Ming didn't dodge.

He didn't raise his hand.

He didn't even blink.

"clang!!!"

A deafening metallic clang echoed through the narrow alley, the sound reverberating back and forth several times.

The leopard's smile froze.

The C-grade alloy short rod struck Su Ming's shoulder, but instead of breaking bones or tendons as expected, it did not.

The short stick bent.

It bends in the middle into a standard V shape.

The terrifying recoil force traveled from the stick back to both hands, instantly tearing the leopard's jaws apart.

Blood flowed down the handle of the stick, and his entire right arm was numb.

wrong.

No, no, no.

This is not human.

What is this?!

Before the leopard's brain could process the information, Su Ming made his move.

No skills were used.

He simply pulled his right hand out of his pocket and, as if swatting away a fly, casually slapped the man across the face.

The movements were very casual.

The speed wasn't particularly fast either.

But the actual mass of over a thousand kilograms is concentrated in the palm of your hand, and the kinetic energy of that strike...

The leopard felt a fully loaded dump truck hit its face from the side.

"boom!!"

He was sent flying backward, covering a distance of more than ten meters in half a second, before his back slammed into the red brick wall at the end of the alley.

The wall collapsed.

Broken bricks, dust, and broken steel bars exploded together.

The leopard was embedded in the ruins, its eyes rolled back, and it lost consciousness on the spot.

The alleyway was quiet.

That eerie silence, where even breathing had ceased.

The remaining four burly men still held their daggers aloft, but their hands were trembling.

Their brains were desperately trying to deny what they had just seen.

a slap.

Just one slap.

The Iron-tier Leopard Bro was slapped through a wall by a tall, thin boy in a school uniform.

Su Ming flicked his wrist.

I was just about to walk to the wall to see if the leopard had anything valuable on it...

Suddenly, I felt a strange sensation under my feet.

cold.

The ground is freezing.

A thin layer of white frost spread from the depths of the alley, slowly but covering a wide area.

Water stains on the alley walls condensed into fine ice crystals, and the air temperature dropped by more than ten degrees.

Su Ming frowned.

It's not even autumn yet, and it's already frozen over.

The sound of unhurried footsteps came from the shadows, the soles of the shoes crunching softly on the frost.

A figure emerged from the shadows at the end of the alley...