Life Game In Other World-Chapter 68 - Dauntless Dawn Please Favorite Follow and Vote

68: Chapter 68: Dauntless Dawn (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote)

68: Chapter 68: Dauntless Dawn (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote)

Ancient people often spoke of the four great joys of life: the nuptial night, the moment your name is enrolled, the arrival of rain after a long drought, and the chance meeting of old friends in a foreign place.

He Ao’s current physical state was somewhat like the arrival of rain after a long drought.

His body had been honed for decades by Regit, all its resilience and strength reaching the human flesh’s limit.

With a physical quality of 30, he was already equivalent to the strongest batch of F-level Transcendents, rivaling the Transcendent with the power of ordinary men.

This was the path Regit had taken for decades.

But he had been stuck at this limit for many years.

During Regit’s prime, his physical quality might have even reached 40 or 50, infinitely close to E-level.

But that was only close; he never broke through that limit.

As his body gradually aged, he could feel himself becoming more and more distant from breaking that limit.

Regit was a Martial Arts prodigy.

He had waited for his first opportunity, stumbling upon that Body Tempering Technique, but he never got a second chance.

Thus, for his entire life, he kept revolving below that limit.

Talent is important, effort is crucial, and sometimes, luck is just as important.

He Ao guided the energy into his body, and that energy was consumed almost immediately, not even traversing far.

It wasn’t because Regit’s internal channels were blocked and needed energy to break through, but rather, every inch of muscle in Regit’s body was desperately absorbing the incoming energy.

Arrival of rain after a long drought.

These muscles were like parched land, continuously soaking up the ‘sweet dew’ from the heavens.

They had been dry for far too long.

He Ao could distinctly sense that this body’s capacity to absorb energy seemed to be far higher than that of his own.

He carefully recalled the content of the Body Tempering Technique that Regit had practiced, which included weight training, muscle exercises, fighting drills, and more.

The core principle of all these training methods was simple: to continuously enhance the body’s strength through specific exercises.

But now it seemed that, in the process of increasing bodily strength, the capacity to absorb energy had also improved; however, Regit didn’t have a method to absorb energy to replenish the increasing demands of his body.

He Ao began to suspect that the Body Tempering Technique Regit practiced was a type of Martial Arts method in itself, possibly meant to ‘lay the foundation’ for later cultivation and pave the way for further training.

But Regit had only obtained the ‘foundation-laying’ part and never the subsequent ‘energy induction and absorption’ part of the technique, so no matter how much he trained, his body could not break that limit.

And He Ao brought the method that could induce energy—

The Martial Arts cultivation techniques from the ‘little book’ were probably different from the Body Tempering Technique’s system, but that didn’t hinder He Ao’s training.

Since Regit had never practiced any method to induce energy, it appeared that the ‘foundation-laying’ results of the Body Tempering Technique were compatible with any cultivation methods.

At least He Ao was not having any issues with his training now.

With each breath, more and more energy surged into his body.

It was He Ao’s first time experiencing such a torrent of energy inflowing, and his body, like a bottomless pit, was slowly engulfing these surges of energy.

Those famished muscles were even reluctant to let a single bit of energy slip by.

He Ao had to ‘half-fill’ every inch of muscle around the channels to let the energy continue flowing.

As these muscles were infused with energy, a series of crackling sounds rang by his ears, the noise of muscles causing the bones to stretch.

This sensation was marvelous, like waking up fully rested and stretching languidly in bed, feeling utterly comfortable all over.

He Ao felt his arms enveloped by surging power.

When he opened his attribute panel again, his physical quality had changed from 16 (30) to 16 (31) and then rapidly to 16 (32).

The character skill had also changed to

[Character Skill: Qi Induction (F-rank)]

This tangible feeling of getting stronger was truly fascinating.

He Ao calmed himself down and pressed his hand against the book “Restoration of Partial Texts from the Original Federation’s Regions,” guiding the energy to continue circulating through his body.

It took him almost three hours, and it wasn’t until twelve noon that he slowly stopped his movements.

At this point, his physical fitness had changed to

[Physical Fitness: 16 (40)]

In three hours, his physical fitness had increased by 10 points, which was equivalent to adding the physical fitness of a normal person from the Copy World.

But this wasn’t simply a case of 1+1=2.

With these 10 additional points in physical fitness, He Ao could perform more complex moves.

In some situations, his combat power had doubled.

It was then that faint footsteps came from the direction of the elevator.

Yi Jiali walked up to the front desk with a few books, glanced at He Ao in confusion, and tilted her head, “Old man, you seem…

taller?

Weren’t you shorter when you sat before?”

She gestured with her hands to indicate He Ao’s previous seated height.

The two were on good terms, so it was possible to discuss topics that might not seem ‘polite.’

In fact, he hadn’t gotten taller.

It was that with the input of energy and the stretching of muscles, his slightly hunched back had straightened.

Therefore, He Ao smiled and said, “I’ve just straightened my back, that’s all.

At my age, it’s hardly possible for me to hit a second growth spurt.”

“Seems like it.”

Yi Jiali observed from side to side and saw that He Ao had indeed just straightened his back.

She then smiled and said, “Old man, your spirit just keeps getting better.

Looks like you’ll live to be a hundred.”

While smiling, she placed the books she was holding on the self-service book borrowing machine and then inserted her library card.

“Then I’ll thank you for your blessing,” He Ao responded with a smile while watching her borrow books.

He noticed that the top book was “Dauntless Dawn” and casually asked, “Since when did you become a supporter of the mayor?”

“Dauntless Dawn” was the autobiography of the current Mayor of Dawn City, Wente.

Regit remembered this autobiography; he’d occasionally flip through random books in his spare time during his martial arts training, including this one.

The writing was quite good, leaving a deep impression on Regit.

In the book, Wente recounted his childhood dream to become the Mayor of Dawn City, how he had strived for it step by step, and how he eventually realized his childhood dream and became the mayor successfully.

A very motivational story.

This year marked Mayor Wente’s eighth year in office, at the end of his second term.

If nothing unexpected happened, He Ao believed, through Regit’s memories, that he was very likely to be re-elected for a third term.

“Ah, no,” Yi Jiali replied when He Ao raised the question.

Her hand trembled slightly, and she quickly stowed the book in her bag, “I’ve just suddenly taken an interest in such autobiographies.”

He Ao watched her calmly.

Since she didn’t wish to speak about it, he wouldn’t press the matter.

But just as he was about to drop the topic,

the urgent ring of the telephone suddenly erupted from Yi Jiali’s wristband.