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 Outside the car window, the city night scene flowed like a dazzling stream of light.
 Fang Cheng leaned against the cold seat back of the bus.
 His pupils also flickered with a strange light.
 Right before his eyes, a pale blue light screen slowly unfolded.
 The passengers sitting next to him didn't notice anything unusual.
 [Character Panel]
 [Name: Fang Cheng]
 [Age: 23 years old]
 [Strength: 7]
 [Agility: 9]
 [Constitution: 8]
 [Spirit: 18]
 [Attribute Points: 0]
 … … … … … …
 [Talent Panel]
 [Beauty (Green Excellent)]
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 [Skill Panel]
 [Speed Reading lv1 (19/250)]
 [Focus lv1 (53/250)]
 [Cooking lv0 (27/100)]
 [Cleaning lv0 (68/100)]
 [Boxing lv0 (54/100)]
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 Fang Cheng was a transmigrator.
 Strictly speaking, he belonged to reincarnation, and he only awakened his past life's wisdom two months ago.
 This panel, similar to a game character, naturally appeared along with the revival of his past life's memories.
 Like a virtual light brain in a science fiction novel, it was in the shape of a semi-transparent screen, visible only to the host himself.
 Fang Cheng called it the "Life Game Experience Panel."
 After a period of exploration and practice, he roughly understood its operating mechanism.
 As long as he wholeheartedly devoted himself to something, he would have a chance to unlock a skill column on the panel.
 The size of this probability was related to the basic skills he had mastered. The more skilled he was, the greater the probability.
 After that, constantly practicing the relevant skills could continuously gain experience and level up.
 In addition to learning and life skills, whether he could unlock other types of skills.
 Facts proved that Fang Cheng's idea was correct.
 "Gaining 20 experience points from one actual combat."
 "The efficiency is much higher than practicing alone…"
 Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he closed the panel.
 His gaze then fell on the knuckle of his right hand, which was broken and bleeding.
 This was caused by hitting the drunkard's skull with his fist.
 The effect of force is transmitted to each other, and hitting someone also means having to bear part of the damage.
 That's why boxers usually wear gloves during training, mainly to reduce the risk of injury.
 Fang Cheng rubbed his slightly sore wrist joint.
 "The body is still too fragile…"
 Upgrading the two skills of "Speed Reading" and "Focus" gave a total of 5 attribute rewards.
 Unfortunately, due to the characteristics of the skills themselves, they can only be added to the spirit attribute.
 After all, being a mentally full bookworm is conceivable.
 It is not realistic to rely on reading and writing to strengthen the body and become a muscular man.
 Otherwise, he could consider increasing his constitution first.
 Fang Cheng took a deep breath, gradually calming his violently beating heart.
 After being a stay-at-home man for two lifetimes, this was the first time he had a serious fight with someone and won.
 His emotions were inevitably a little excited, which also gave him some inexplicable confidence.
 "Ding-dong."
 "We've arrived at Old Factory Street. Please take your belongings and get off the bus from the back door. Please pay attention to safety when you get off…"
 The bus stop announcement sounded.
 Fang Cheng carried his satchel and got off the bus.
 He looked up at the surrounding environment with sparse street lights and piles of garbage.
 Then he stepped across the road and walked into a narrower and darker alley.
 The houses on both sides were dilapidated, the wires were messy, and they were very close to each other.
 Private sheds and small advertisements selling various fake and contraband goods could be seen everywhere.
 This street is called Old Factory Street, and most of the surrounding buildings were rebuilt in the early post-war period.
 Fifty years of peace has enabled the country's economy to develop rapidly and society to flourish.
 A large number of people continue to pour into Dongdu, the political and economic center city, causing extremely tight housing resources.
 The old city area of Jiangbei has also become an ideal place for many migrant workers and low-income groups to live due to its old housing facilities and relatively low rents.
 Fang Cheng stopped in front of a red brick tube building.
 He looked up.
 The aisle downstairs was already full of bicycles and electric bikes returning from work, almost blocking the road.
 The windows of the nine floors were alternately lit and dark, and from time to time there were children crying and housewives chopping vegetables with a spatula.
 Fang Cheng walked up step by step along the stairs with missing light bulbs.
 Until he came to the top floor, he found several iron basins placed in the aisle.
 There were sparks in the basin, and there was still paper ash that had not been completely burned, emitting black smoke.
 Most people here will install anti-theft iron gates.
 It is the old-fashioned push-pull folding door, connected by several iron branches up and down.
 In summer, if the residents are at home, they usually open the inside door and close the iron gate to facilitate ventilation.
 But few people do this in winter.
 In the evening, the enclosed corridors on both sides lack light, and always appear gloomy.
 Fang Cheng glanced around suspiciously, took out the key from his pocket, and walked towards his door.
 Suddenly, the only family next door that revealed light, the sound of the iron gate being pulled open rang out.
 A plump middle-aged woman poked her head out and waved to call out:
 "Acheng, wait a minute."
 Seeming to have been waiting for a long time, she turned her head and shouted into the house:
 "Xiumei, quickly bring the paper money and paper clothes prepared on the table!"
 "Oh."
 Following a crisp response, a quiet girl wearing a hairband ran out.
 She handed the things to the woman, glanced at Fang Cheng, then lowered her head and shrank back into the house.
 "Your mother is really something, she's so busy that she forgot what day it is today."
 The woman stuffed a large stack of carefully tied paper clothes and ingots to Fang Cheng.
 Then she kindly urged:
 "Go back and burn the things, and offer incense to your father. By the way, do you still have incense at home?"
 "Yes, thank you Auntie He."
 Fang Cheng held it with both hands, a grateful smile on his face.
 Come to think of it, today should be the "Winter Clothes Festival" for offering sacrifices to ancestors.
 Now the pace of urban life is fast, and the younger generation rarely celebrates this traditional festival.
 The two exchanged a few words of greeting, and then stopped.
 Fang Cheng took the paper figure and opened the iron door with advertisements on it.
 Pa da, the incandescent light in the entrance hall turned on.
 An ordinary home full of the atmosphere of the times immediately came into view.
 The home is not big.
 The living room, dining room, and kitchen are connected together, no more than thirty square meters.
 The old tables, chairs, and floors have been painted off, but they are still scrubbed clean and shiny.
 The other various furniture and furnishings are also in order, and it can be seen that someone has cleaned and tidied up once not long ago.
 Fang Cheng knew that his mother had come back.
 His grandfather suffered from stomach cancer and came to Dongdu from the countryside for hospitalization and chemotherapy.
 Besides her work, she helped her uncle take care of him.
 She was busy all day and rarely had a good night's sleep at home recently.
 Fang Cheng silently changed his shoes and entered the house.
 Stepping on the creaking floor, he walked to the cabinet where the TV was placed.
 There was a photo frame with a young couple holding a newborn baby.
 The woman was beautiful and gentle, and the man was handsome and cheerful. The happiness in their eyes seemed to be transmitted to the outside world through the glass.
 This photo frame was also wiped very clean, and a small bronze incense burner was specially placed in front of it.
 The incense in the burner had already burned to the end, leaving only the bamboo sticks at the bottom.
 Fang Cheng opened the bottom drawer of the cabinet and searched carefully.
 While rummaging, he revealed an old newspaper pressed by sundries.
 On the yellowed paper, half of a news headline was written.
 "…Mass murderer committed suicide by shooting himself, bloody secrets buried in the sea of fire…"
 Finally, he found a small bundle of incense sticks.
 Fang Cheng took out three sticks, re-lit them, and inserted them.
 Then, holding a broken white iron basin, he squatted outside the door and burned the paper clothes and gold ingots one by one.
 Looking at the rising smoke and sparks, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly.
 In the darkness, the firelight shone on his face, making it red, and his pupils flickered.
 It was as if some long-sealed memories were being awakened.
 After a while, the sacrifice ended.
 Fang Cheng returned to the house, washed up briefly, and went into the bedroom.
 He did not go to sleep, but prepared to start studying.
 This bedroom and study was only six square meters.
 In the small space, there were no toys or posters of female stars.
 The desk was piled with conspicuous academic works, such as "World History", "The Prince", and "Criminal Psychology".
 The cover of one of the open books read "General Principles of Criminal Law".
 Fang Cheng sat down, picked up the alarm clock, and glanced at the time.
 10:29.
 "I can still study for an hour and a half."
 He first set the timer function, and then took a deep breath.
 At the same time, he silently said in his heart:
 "Focus skill, activate!"
 "Speed reading skill, activate!"
 In an instant, Fang Cheng's eyes calmed down, and it was as if a button was pressed in his mind.
 All the distracting thoughts before were banished to the back of his mind.
 All the noises he heard, the car horns, the baby's crying, gradually faded away and disappeared…
 Fang Cheng became as calm as an old monk in meditation, his face became extremely peaceful, but his pupils were turning rapidly.
 Almost every 3 or 4 seconds, his finger turned a page of the book.
 His eyes were bright, like a laser printer constantly scanning and recording the contents of the textbook.
 The second hand of the alarm clock ticked.
 The thick book was also constantly turning, and the remaining number of pages became less and less.
 Suddenly—
 Fang Cheng's eyebrows tightened, and his face showed pain.
 Almost at the same time, the alarm clock made a harsh "ding-ling-ling" sound.
 He immediately dropped the book and pressed the shutdown button.
 Then he rubbed his eyebrows and temples vigorously to relieve the swelling pain in his head.
 Only after a few minutes did his tense face relax again, and he let out a long breath.
 Right in front of his eyes, lines of small characters rolled up and appeared.
 [Your Focus skill experience + 1]
 [Your Speed Reading skill experience + 1]
 [Your Focus skill experience + 2]
 [Your Speed Reading skill experience + 2]
 [Warning! You are slightly overdrawing your spirit, your physical condition is poor, please pay attention to rest]
 "It seems that using two skills at the same time can only last for an hour at most…"
 Fang Cheng's face was a little pale, and he continued to rub his forehead slowly.
 After "Focus" and "Speed Reading" were upgraded to lv1, the use effect was indeed more significant.
 Correspondingly, the consumption of energy is also the same as the experience value, increasing linearly with a half-hour counting cycle.
 The specific difference should be related to the mental attribute.
 Fang Cheng closed his eyes, recalled it slightly, and a look of relief appeared on his face.
 The speed of reading just now was so fast.
 He actually managed to chew through a large book of more than a thousand pages, all of which were obscure legal rules.
 In the past, it was simply a fantasy.
 Although it was just a superficial understanding, remembering the outline of the content.
 But it doesn't matter, he can continue to read it several times in the future and think deeply about digesting it.
 The so-called reviewing the old and knowing the new is like this.
 After a short rest, Fang Cheng started reviewing from the first page.
 However, this time, perhaps because he was too mentally exhausted, or perhaps because distracting thoughts were rekindled.
 Not to mention maintaining the state of using skills, he couldn't even reach the concentration of normal study.
 "Phew—"
 Fang Cheng simply closed the book, picked up the eye drops, and dripped a few drops into his sore eyes.
 When he closed his eyes, the light blue screen reappeared in his mind.
 Looking at the various skills listed on the panel, his thoughts couldn't help but flutter.
 These are all the gains he has made in the past two months.
 Different skills represent different directions of development.
 Cooking? Continue to upgrade to become a special chef, a state banquet chef, a god of food?
 Cleaning? Become a cleaning expert and open a cleaning company?
 Boxing? Fight professional matches, win championships in various events, and compete for the world boxing champion title?
 After all, people's energy is limited, and career planning also needs to distinguish priorities and focus on certain aspects.
 Which path should he take in the future?
 From the time he successfully unlocked the "Boxing" skill a week ago, this question has always lingered in Fang Cheng's mind.
 Take the postgraduate entrance examination to become a graduate student, and then obtain a master's degree.
 After that, with his academic qualifications, he will work in the legal department of a company or a law firm.
 Or stay at the school, evaluate professional titles step by step, and be promoted to lecturer, associate professor, professor…
 If there is no golden finger, choosing this path is undoubtedly the most in line with his own conditions and family background.
 "But—"
 "What if this world is not as ordinary as it seems on the surface?"
 Fang Cheng suddenly remembered the evening of his sixth birthday.
 His father hid a gun and walked out the door with a determined back.
 And, that last last words:
 "Live well, it's enough to be an ordinary person!"
 The night was getting darker and darker, and bursts of chill came.
 Fang Cheng rubbed his hands and breathed a sigh of hot air.
 Looking at the neon-lit, dark and cold city outside the window, his eyes flickered, and his thoughts surged.
 Money, power, law, class, occupation…
 These are ultimately external things attached by human society.
 "If I can evolve infinitely, break through physical limitations, and transcend all social rules…"
 Fang Cheng's eyes were as hot as fire, and it seemed that a sleeping beast was being awakened in his heart.
 No matter what kind of choice he faces in the future, a strong enough physique is obviously the biggest trump card.
 Thinking of this, he immediately picked up a ballpoint pen and opened his diary.
 The tip of the pen swished across the paper, writing a line of words.
 "Fitness plan, prisoner training…"
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 On the top of a skyscraper.
 Fang Cheng sweated profusely as he continued to train.
 1,000 high-five push-ups.
 1,000 two-finger push-ups.
 1,000 one-arm pull-ups.
 1,000 one-arm handstand push-ups.
 1,000 one-leg squats.
 In addition, he persisted in doing dragon flag and blade push-ups for an hour.
 Looking in the mirror, Fang Cheng was relieved.
 "All six skills are maxed out, and I can finally synthesize the mythical talent, the body of Asura."
 In the dark city of neon confusion, countless blood-red eyes surrounded him.
 Chaebols, murderers, pagans, genetic modifiers, rebel organizations...
 Fang Cheng carried a panel and broke into this seemingly ordinary mysterious world.
 He started to practice from push-ups.
 Fitness, boxing, Sanda, parkour, meditation, breathing, qigong...
 Ordinary skills have reached unimaginable levels.
 Push the limits of human beings and crush all the self-important "monsters".
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 Chen Mu, a good young man of the 21st century, traveled to the world of Xianxia, ​​and brought a small assistant who could extract attributes from the aftermath of battle.
 In a mortal village, the villagers fight.
 “Physical Strength + 1”
 In the Xiuxian school, the disciple is fighting.
 “Fire Spirit Root + 1”
 “Repair + 1”
 “Fire Bomb + 1”
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 With little help from small assistants and personal hard work, Chen Mu originally wanted to live a long life in this peaceful world of cultivation.
 However, the world of immortality, which had been calm for a thousand years, was suddenly in chaos and disputes arose.
 So the little assistant changed…
 Become a great assistant!
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 (Empress + basement + master and sister + rice bowl + multiple heroines + no system) 
 Yue Qingling, the youngest immortal in Sijingzhou, a master of heavenly cultivation respected by thousands of people, and the most beautiful high mountain flower in Yunlin Mountain. 
  At this time, I was in the basement of the Demon Empress, thinking hard about how to escape. 
 ﻿﻿Little Immortal Lord has been transformed into a little maid, all his cultivation has been sealed, and the flower of the high mountain has fallen into the quagmire. 
 ﻿﻿The Yandere Demon Cult Empress said: "Immortal Lord? You are just a rebel disciple."
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 As the only male in the Lu family, Lu Shui received an order from the elders of the clan today: go to the Mu family to divorce. I heard that Mu Jiatian’s beautiful girl lost her cultivation overnight and turned into a waste, which caused the Lu family’s elders to be very dissatisfied. The ordinary land and water did not refuse. 
 When Lu Shui came to Mu’s house and saw his fiancee, he was stunned. It turned out that this fierce and discordant wife in the previous life was also reborn.
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 Killing enemies will increase your power, and your power will increase infinitely! 
 Wei Fan traveled through a world full of demons and evil spirits, but fortunately he could kill enemies and increase his power. 
 Ten years of power Golden Bell Cover: Golden bell protects the body, copper skin and iron bones. 
 Hundred years of power Golden Bell Cover: Tiger roar and dragon roar, the sound shakes the demons. 
 Thousand years of power Golden Bell Cover: Diamond is indestructible, the sun and the moon shine together. 
 In the nine heavens, gods and demons sit high, causing chaos to the people! 
 Wei Fan drew his sword: "Don't get me wrong, I don't want to be the first to do it, I just want to kill you to increase my power!" 
 This book is also known as "Let you practice martial arts, you kill demons and increase your power"
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 Pausing time, turning back time, reversing times of specific objects/person, and even predicting the future… 
 Taking advantage now that Su Lin has control of time within his grasp. Being able to stop time; can dodge incoming attack and avoid mishaps, Su Lin is steered clear of harm’s way. Reversing time; can forever never regret, no need to overthink when acting. Inverting time of specific object/person; can repair any object and heal any person, Su Lin becomes a miracle doctor. Predicting the future; can hide from natural disasters, can buy the winning lottery tickets and stocks, listening to Su Lin is always right.
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 In the third year of the Kaihuang era, as the Great Sui began to unfold between the fall of the Northern Dynasties and the rise of the glorious Tang Dynasty, Emperor Yang Jian created the House of Blades – an intelligence agency for strategies and conspiracies – in preparation to unify the world.
 On a snowy night, a convoy of tribute from the Kingdom of Khotan was raided. Not one soul survived the attack. Feng Xiao, Second Commandant of the House of Blades, was ordered by the Emperor to investigate the matter in person.
 On the distant border, a storm brewed as major forces gathered from all sides in Liugong Town. The strong rubbed shoulders with the strong; the skilled crossed paths with the skilled.
 Here, the ever-successful Second Commandant Feng ran into a wall for the first time – all because of a feeble Taoist priest with ailing health.
 Some things would never be known if no fights were ever picked. Only through their skirmishes did Feng Xiao realise that this sick bastard seemed to have way more aliases and personas than he himself ever did.
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 He transmigrated and got a system but Lin Feng’s pressure is as big as a mountain.
 System main quest: Lin Feng creates a school, establishing history’s number 1 sect, Lin Feng himself becoming the number 1 founder.
 And so to become history’s number 1 founder Lin Feng started to work hard.
 “Your name is Shi Tianhao? Natural born supreme king but it was stolen by your cousin. Now being raised in a little village your father placed you in? Come come come, come with master, we’ll let those people know that justice that is owed must be returned!”
 “Your name is Xiao Yan? A genius in the past, now a loser. Your fiance even came over and humiliated you by breaking off the engagement? Come come come, come with master, we’ll let that brat know the meaning of don’t bully a youngster because he’s poor!”
 “Your name is Zhu Yi? The bastard son of a marquis, suppressed by your father. Your mother was the previous saint but she was killed? Come come come, come with master, we’ll let your dad know the meaning of the world is big, fists are… no, reason is the biggest!”
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 Initially, he just hoped to earn wealth to better the lives of his family. 
 When he became wealthy, he just hoped for power so that when the time came to protect his family, he wasn’t powerless to do so. 
 When he obtained power, he just hoped to evolve his life to obtain immortality! 
 Escaping death despite being struck by lightning; and obtaining the Insight System after the incident. 
 This was no dream. 
 Traversing thousands of worlds under the heavens, learning secret techniques of the powerful, and finally standing at the pinnacle! Searching for the secrets behind the evolution of the natural order all to obtain eternal life!
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 “Didi! Found a Supreme-level exercise technique, which can be exchanged for 10 billion cultivation experience points, do you want to exchange it?” 
 “Didi! The host killed 500 Supremes across X realms, and gained 5 trillion practice experience points. The current practice experience value is 78 trillion.” 
 “To upgrade the basic swordsmanship to the 9999th floor, the required training experience value is 200 billion. Is it improved?” 
 Unlimited Upgrade system, take you to play the bad fantasy world easily! ! ! 
 Introduction is incompetent, the main style of this book is relaxed! ! !
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 This is a strange world.
 The martial artist smashed the stars.
 Shinto controls the laws of heaven and earth, and misfortunes can be a disaster.
 The qi-trainer moves the stars and fights, moves the mountains to catch the moon, and is beyond life and death.
 The dynasty can control the heaven and the earth’s luck, the emperor can be a god with a word, and the great scholars can roar the mountains and rivers.
 The law of heaven and earth collapsed, and the heavenly palace of the earth mansion had disappeared in the endless river of time and space, the way of heaven was not visible, and the way forward for thousands of practitioners was gone.
 The way forward is broken, where should the seeker go?
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 Soul Piercing Douluo became the Oscar of the original protagonist group. Will Oscar in this life still hold Tang San's thigh and become a god like the original? Will he still become Ning Rongrong's loyal little licking dog? Will he still join Tang San's forces? 
 A hero who came from a humble background and rose up in troubled times, used his special soul skills to make waves on the Douluo Continent. 
 When the evil Rakshasa God (is it Tang or Bi?) is about to launch a world-destroying war, the leader of the Lingyu Sword Sect, Poison Fighter Luo Qiansun, a lifelong friend of the Qibao Glazed Sect, and Qian Renxue's dream man, Dugu Yan My favorite husband is Dugu'ao, Ao Mubai, Ao Hongjun, Ao Chen, Ao Rong, Ao Yuanzhen, Ao Hao, Ao Renxue, Ao San, Ao Yue, Ao Lande, Ao Wuji, Ao Erlong... ...Oscar, the King of Changes with countless identities, stood up. 
 He suppressed countless geniuses of an era and was extremely talented. 
 Secretly accumulating strength, working step by step, dominating the world and unifying the continent. 
 Whether they are humans or spirit beasts, he wants to make all living beings surrender and become the sole master of the continent. 
 In troubled times, ascend to the highest throne that attracts everyone's attention, end the disputes in troubled times, and calm down the chaos in the world.
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 When people are rich, every breath is arrogant… 
 Exchange the golden dragon template, become a dragon and make waves 
 Exchange the real dragon template, the real dragon descends into the world, and is in charge of the divine power 
 Exchange the Golden Crow template, the incarnation of the sun, the source of all fire, born ten days…
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