I was transported by the 100-ton Wang Chuangfei and became a plasma spark spirit?

Chapter 77 You wasted my mobile data, so I'll punish you by making you top up my phone credit!

As evening fell, the last rays of the setting sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, refracting a dim, yellowish band of light in the swirling, distorted air.

At this moment, the living room of the apartment had become a high-temperature sauna without electricity.

The air was visibly distorted by the massive amount of heat.

A figure was frantically squatting in the open space of the living room.

Only when his muscle fibers screamed in agony from the unbearable strain, and a tearing pain shot straight to his head, would Li Qingyang activate the light within his body to heal himself.

Then I gulped down a few mouthfuls of water from the tap, and then moved on to the next bodyweight exercise...

This is a form of exercise that can be described as self-harm.

In the process of putting extreme pressure on his body, Li Qingyang has experienced every kind of sports injury that can be caused by non-equipment training, such as muscle strains, ligament tears, and joint wear and tear.

It hurt terribly, but he wasn't afraid; he even felt a little pleasure from it.

The body's own light can replenish itself at any time, and with a quick boost, it is fully revived, so it can engage in all kinds of training without any scruples and ravage its own body to its heart's content.

This extreme pressure training has been going on for the entire afternoon.

The number of times he exercised had long lost its meaning. Li Qingyang just kept doing it until his muscles and bones were overwhelmed and he was about to collapse. Then he used the light within his body to heal himself and continued.

If you don't sweat now, you might bleed later, or even lose your life.

Zoffy's light won't last much longer, so he has to hone himself in this way for the sake of his own evolution.

Push yourself to the limit, then heal yourself by soaking your body in light. Even if it only makes you a little bit stronger and adds a little bit of progress to your evolution, then it won't be a waste of effort.

After completing the final cycle of training, exhaustion, healing, and hydration, Li Qingyang glanced at the time and realized it was almost dinnertime, so he stopped.

He stood shirtless in the center of the living room, his once slightly thin frame now visibly transformed.

The outline of the shoulders and back has become broader, and the firm and smooth muscle lines have filled the original bony shape. The body fat percentage has decreased significantly, and the undulation of every muscle is clearly visible in the dim light.

Six well-defined abdominal muscles were sculpted as if by a knife and axe, and the deep V-line extended down the side of his waist, disappearing into the edge of his pants.

"Hiss...whoosh..."

Li Qingyang breathed softly and clenched his fist slightly, and an unprecedented sense of power surged from his palm.

Every muscle fiber that makes up this body seems to have been completely soaked and fully charged by that warm light, containing terrifying power that could be unleashed at any moment...

but--

Li Qingyang looked down at his arm, where the veins were bulging, sighed, and turned to go into the bathroom.

That's far from enough...

Even without the light enhancement, he can still jump ten meters high, but it's still not enough.

So what if you use light enhancement and can jump 100 or 200 meters?

To a monster weighing tens of thousands of tons, especially one enhanced by the Dark Shadow Mage, it was nothing more than a high-jumping insect, utterly vulnerable...

However, it's not entirely true that today's afternoon exercise was completely useless; he confirmed a suspicion he had in mind.

He worked out like crazy and pushed himself to the limit for an afternoon. It's no surprise that he lost body fat, but it's very illogical that he gained muscle, because he didn't get any nutrition at all.

When muscles grow against the grain without any protein intake, what fills these growing muscles?

The answer is simple—it's light.

A part of his body, like a flowing stream, was gradually becoming pure light...

Perhaps, by a twist of fate, he chose the right path.

......

............

The tragedy in Tokyo, like a drop of dark ink falling into clear water, quickly spread throughout the online public opinion arena.

A strange argument began to take hold.

Before the daytime cries of anguish and bloodshed had cooled, online discourse targeting the savior Zoffy had already taken root at night.

Putting aside the short-term, sudden nature of the incident, some voices sharply questioned why the Giant of Light arrived so late, why it watched as important symbols such as the Yasukuni Shrine were razed to the ground, and why it failed to save everyone.

"Why didn't Zoffy come sooner? Nelonga had already demolished half of Tokyo before he showed up! If he had come earlier, my dad wouldn't have died!"

"Yes! Not only was the Yasukuni Shrine destroyed, but the Imperial Palace and the Nijubashi Bridge also collapsed! This is a national disgrace! As the guardian deity, hasn't Zoffy failed in his duty?"

"So many people died... His final light healed the wounded, but the dead cannot be brought back to life! In the end, it was His lateness that caused this! I cannot forgive Him!"

Ugh, such remarks must have come from a monster! How can we tolerate them!

Zoffy's fervent admirers around the world launched a fierce counterattack almost immediately.

Under every post that raises questions, defenders of the faith build a defensive line with vehement words, condemning all those who raise different opinions as ungrateful villains and overwhelmingly crushing those who question them into becoming losers.

"Damn it, why should a strong person explain to ants like you! Without Lord Zoffy, you would all be dead by now!"

"Ribbit, you bunch of ugly, ingrates! Lord Zoffy saves the world, and you're complaining that he didn't arrive fast enough? That's utterly absurd!"

The debate quickly degenerated, no longer a discussion about responsibility, but a war about faith.

One side argues that deities should not be held accountable, while the other insists that deities also failed in their duties.

As a result, the entire cyberspace was completely torn apart.

No rational voices could exist anymore; any attempt to objectively analyze battle damage or discuss the limits of rescue efforts was instantly drowned out by the torrent of two extreme emotions.

The internet, which was once united by the miracle of Zoffy's Miracle Day, is now witnessing farcical scenes of mutual attacks.

A horrific mudslinging match has dragged Tokyo's tragedy into another quagmire... Seriously, it's only been a few days since Miracle Day, is some dark force at work? Could it be that bastard Dark Shadow Mage has returned?

"..."

Are you guys even thinking straight?

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After taking a shower, Li Qingyang held his phone, his expression slowly shifting from stunned silence to blankness.

Excuse me?

So you call me a guardian angel, and then you say I've neglected my duty? When did I become a guardian angel in Japan?

Do you want my face back?

Ok?

Show me your employment contract!!!

Can't produce it?

If you can't get it out, then open your mouth wide and catch the M87 beam!

These human-shaped animals!

These creatures, hiding in shelters and only using the internet to excrete waste, shamelessly depend on the peace provided by others, yet they turn around and criticize the savior for being too slow and the gods for dereliction of duty.

Only a brainless idiot with an exceptionally developed digestive system could utter such utterly absurd nonsense that redefines the limits of biological decency.

How utterly shameless!

Damn it, a bunch of lazy bums with nothing better to do.

Those who dared to curse him were the absolute idiots, the most insanely stupid.

Damn it, you wasted my mobile data! You're making me pay for your phone credit!

Putting down his phone, Li Qingyang rubbed his stomach, feeling a surge of hunger. He quickly made himself some instant noodles to tide him over, knowing that Mrs. Kato would probably force-feed him again later.

After finishing his meal, he tidied up, filled a bucket with water, picked up a rag, and started wiping the living room floor. He then decided to go out and buy a mop later...

So what if the savior kills two monsters in a day? Life still goes on.

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Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

(Kneels down skillfully)

Arrange the bowls~

Main text: Chapter Seventy-Eight: CNM, it's getting heated!

On the Kato family's dining table, the warm yellow light made each home-cooked dish look especially tempting.

"Mr. Li, is something bothering you? You were perfectly fine when I saw you this morning, but your face looks so thin tonight?" Mrs. Kato's voice was full of unconcealed worry.

She asked with concern, but her hand never stopped scooping rice, as if she wanted to pour all her care into it, pressing the snow-white rice hard into the bowl again and again.

"Is the procedure for losing your documents complicated? No rush, take your time. Come on, eat more, getting better is the most important thing!"

Soon, a solid and sturdy "mountain of food" was piled up and gently placed in front of Li Qingyang with a "thump".

Sigh... If I were to eat this bowl of rice that looks like Mount Fuji, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to swallow it even if it reached my throat.

Mr. Kato, sitting opposite him, stared blankly for a moment, then put down his chopsticks and carefully examined the boy's figure.

"Hmm... he does look a bit thinner, but he should be fine, right? Although Li Jun looks thin, he showed a lot of strength on the day he moved. Does he exercise regularly?"

"Ah... actually..."

To reduce body fat percentage so much in just one afternoon seems a bit exaggerated to outsiders.

Well, I can't exactly say I'm trying to use light to perform a full-body remodeling surgery on myself and evolve into Ultraman, can I...?

Faced with the concerned gazes of the Kato couple, the boy smiled somewhat shyly and, in response to Mr. Kato's words, slightly raised his forearm.

"I guess so, I practice a little bit regularly."

It was a rather slender arm with fair skin and clearly defined wrist bones.

Under the curious gaze of the Kato family, Li Qingyang simply clenched his five fingers slightly and exerted a little force in his arm.

The next instant, the smooth muscle lines on his arm suddenly bulged.

The sharply defined muscle groups swelled and knotted instantly, as if they were alive, exuding a powerful sense of strength far beyond what this physique should have, creating a strong visual impact.

"Whoa!"

Mr. Kato couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Kato Megumi, standing beside him, widened her eyes slightly, her gaze shifting between Li Qingyang's muscular forearm and handsome face, her expression somewhat subtle. "Oh... Sugoiichi..."

"So-so...so..."

Li Qingyang lowered his arm, his muscles instantly returning to their smooth state. He looked at Mrs. Kato, whose face was beaming with joy, and took the opportunity to pass on the credit.

"Actually, it's mainly because the nutritional quality of the food you feed me is too high. My body has accidentally undergone a super evolution."

Oh dear! This child!

Mrs. Kato was amused by this half-joking remark, her worries vanished, and she was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

She smiled broadly and picked up her rice spoon to add another large spoonful to Li Qingyang's bowl.

"Now that it has evolved into a Super Ball, it should eat even more! Come on, eat all of these!"

"Okay!"

Under Li Qingyang's swift and decisive sweep, the Kato family's dining table was once again cleaned.

My grandmother, who lived through the Great Famine, once said that wasting food is an absolutely unforgivable sin!

Therefore, he shoveled every grain of rice into his mouth, and the Kato family had another day without any leftovers.

After dinner, Li Qingyang declined Mrs. Kato's invitation to stay and watch TV, returned to his apartment upstairs, took some cash, and went out again.

Although the self-harming workout I did all afternoon was very effective, I felt like something was missing... Yes, purity!

Not pure enough!

There are limits to bodyweight training!

Open your phone's map app and search for fitness equipment stores. A store a few kilometers away comes into view.

It's not far, I'll go for a run, it'll help me digest my food.

Soon after, Li Qingyang stood at the store entrance. Before he even went inside, he was drawn in by a deafening roar of noise from inside.