Chapter 58: The Completed Power-Leveling Contract – 2

Boppoli thought for a moment.
“If someone who practices this skill leads an army, they’re bound to be an undefeated general. And this book ‘Glass Perception?? I think THAT other book should be the one called ‘Perception’ instead.”
“The title of THIS book is a bit confusing indeed, but its power is still formidable. You might understand a bit by looking at their information.”
Boppoli picked up several copies of “Glass Perception,” scanned them, and immediately understood Mori’s meaning.
“Contract: Glass Perception, 104 years of training experience, Completeness Rate 100%”
“Contract: Glass Perception, 110 years of training experience, Completeness Rate 100%”
“Contract: Glass Perception, 107 years of training experience, Completeness Rate 100%”
All six copies of Glass Perception in his hands were over a hundred years old!
“Great! This is all MY merit!”
Boppoli felt he was dying of happiness.
“Little dummy, take a look at this one.”
Mori smiled, extended his hand, and another contract, condensed from shimmering light, appeared in his grasp.
“Substitute Training Contract: Crystal Perception, Blazing Sword Path, One Hundred and Twenty Years of Training Experience, 100% Completeness”
“This, this is…training two techniques at the same time?”
“Over there, most people achieve decent results after sixty or seventy years of training. But having them train a second technique is too hard for some, and they end up neglecting the original one, so most only stick to a single technique.”
Moli sighed:
“Being able to train two techniques consecutively is something only those with considerable talent can accomplish. That person was like that—practicing ‘Crystal Perception,’ he could recover his body from non-fatal injuries. Of course, missing limbs won’t grow back.”
“What exactly did you do with that powerful guy?!”
Boppoli looked up at Moli with his mouth wide open: “How did you pull it off? Just by sleeping it off?”
“Remember the Wish Amulet I bought cheaply from that unlucky guy? I used it to enter that person’s Emblem World. Anyway, this time we’ve hit it big. Pick yourself a reward from these.”
Boppoli jumped up excitedly: “So that’s it!”
Moli conjured five contract sheets containing two techniques each.
“Wow, let me see. While the Blazing Flame is more aggressive, the Frost-Snow effect should be more versatile in most situations.”
Boppoli eagerly chose the contract sheet containing both “Frost-Snow Swordplay” and “Crystal Perception.”
[I begin using the Substitute Training Contract Book.]
The boy gripped the contract tightly and gave it a firm squeeze. Without needing to activate any modeling ability, the contract dissolved into light and merged into his hand.
Countless additional information took root in his body and mind like instinct.
Boppoli felt an ancient, vast, and distant aura envelop him. His thoughts began to blur, tear apart, and then merge.
In the depths of his consciousness, various experiences were transmitted: figures flickering with sword moves, battles against saber-toothed tigers, giant pythons as thick as buckets, herds of rhinoceros-like monsters, prehistoric beasts as towering as mountains like Tyrannosaurus Rex, and even swarms of demonic shadows that blotted out the sky like a descent into hell.
His muscles began to swell slightly, and the blood pumped by his heart grew much bolder.
[Current synchronization proficiency: 5%, mental energy consumed: 90%]
A few minutes later, Boppoli opened his eyes. He looked at his opening and closing five fingers, a surge of pride flowing through his chest. He clawed out in one go.
Bang and crack!
The bed split apart in the middle with a loud snap, and Moli, who had been sitting on it, fell to the floor with a thud.
“Ah…”
Moli knew exactly how to evade that move, but he simply couldn’t use the vast array of martial techniques he had painstakingly trained in for centuries.
“You’re asking for it! This is the landlord’s bed!”
……
A gentle breeze blew, and the green grass undulated like waves.
The strikingly beautiful boy stood before the grave, holding a bouquet of flowers. After laying the flowers down, he turned around joyfully, then looked toward the ancient, dark red rock castle perched atop the grassy hill.
“Mom, will I be able to become like Father someday?”
He threw himself into the arms of the woman beside him.
“No one can become a Saint-Blessed anymore, but as for your father…”
This fair-skinned woman with sharp features gazed at the castle, yet her mind lingered on that faintly glowing gold coin.
That great warrior had once possessed eight of those gold coins, many of which had already been consumed, leaving only one remaining.
If she could, she would dearly wish to give that gold coin to her own son.
The sound of hoofbeats echoed as ranks of armor-clad troops appeared in the distance, their banners held high in the wind.
Several arrows flew toward her, their reflections flickering in the woman’s pupils.
“Wu Ming!”
She embraced the child in front of her in an instant, twisting her body sideways.
Thump!
Just as those arrows pierced into her back, a majestic figure appeared behind her.
“Father.” The boy looked up—this figure that seemed to block out the sky filled him with boundless safety and trust.
Yet even this great man’s hair was beginning to turn white.
“Don’t hide back there. Come out, and see clearly how I fight.”
The towering man raised his black sword, adorned with several weeping eyes, and with a fierce stomp, he turned into a vortex as he charged into the enemy formation.
“Fire!”
A dense volley of dark red arrows came whistling through the air.
Boom!
As if splitting heaven and earth, the man threw a punch—the winds reversed the arrows—and his black sword swept upward, unleashing a wave of flames rising from the ground.
“Aaaaaah!”
Dozens of screams rang out as the knights at the front fell swiftly one after another.
Over the years, more and more people came to seize the gold coins.
At first, they had high-sounding excuses, but after two hundred years had passed, people now didn’t even bother with pretexts.
“Warriors, the time has come to test your loyalty! We shall reclaim the sacred relic—today, now, at this very moment, in the present! Charge!”
“Reclaim the sacred relic!”
The earth rumbled with a faint, unceasing tremor as more knights clad in dark red armor surged forward.
Even if he used it up, it wouldn’t matter, for a Ring of Life would be born, and touching it would inherit its lifespan.
But that legendary figure who had once fought alongside the Undying King took a step forward. Seemingly slow yet swift, he weaved into the chaos of the crowd, slipping like a fish through water to emerge behind the army formation.
“You… how is this possible?!”
“Because I am Wu Zheng.”
Boom! The heads of those commanders jerked upward high into the air.
Blood sprayed as the black blade in his hand drank deeply once more. Suddenly, one of its dull, lifelike eyes twitched and shifted.
The eye slanted, casting a gaze upward toward its wielder.
{G, old. Coin, the gilded coin yearned for in the blood, is, what?}
Wu Zheng’s eyes jolted in shock. This voice, directly appearing in the depths of his mind?
He turned his head toward the weapon in his hand, only to find a crimson eye staring back at him.
“Has the sealed demon awoken?!”
His mind wavered for a moment; this had never happened before. Was it because of too much bloodshed?
Wu Zheng thrust his sword into the mud, snatched up an enemy’s weapon, and slaughtered his way through the raiders, routing them completely—yet impatience gnawed at his heart.
The demon had actually re-awakened! This was a grave matter that needed to be reported to the Deathless King or the Attendant, but they had not appeared for many, many years.
……
Over a decade later, Wu Ming placed a bouquet of flowers before a new grave.
The eye on the greatsword strapped to his back swiveled, and a deep, rumbling phantom voice echoed within his mind.
{Do you want to resurrect your father?}
Wu Ming’s fierce gaze snapped around, fury slanting behind him as an astonishing burst of murderous aura erupted from his body.
“Demon, if you dare sow discord again, I will melt you down!”
{Hehehe, hahahaha, no one can resist this temptation. Think it over carefully—why else would you carry me?}
The single eye on the pommel turned its gaze toward the coin pendant hanging on the man’s chest.
{Feed it to me, and I’ll grant you greater power.}
“My clan will seal you for generations. Don’t delude yourself into thinking you’ll get any benefit from me.”
{What a miser—just 50N, and you act like it’s some priceless treasure.}
……
Beneath the sea, the years passed one by one.
Yang Zicang lay dazed on the molten rock, a prompt appearing in his mind about acquiring the contract, but he couldn’t bring himself to pay heed to it at all.
The White Shadow Thought-Dragon’s body swayed and coiled, half outside of him, while the other half writhed within his head.
His skull deformed, the massive worm appearing as if it would burst forth from his head or burrow deep inside to take root—a state he had endured for over a century.
It was once again the next “Cycle of Sixty Years.”
The White Shadow Thought-Dragon, which had merged several dozen centimeters deeper into Yang Zicang, seemed to sense something, lifting its head from the seafloor to gaze diagonally upward.
[Ugh-roar…]
……
Upon receiving the Mental Link from Luo Bin, Liang Xi’s brow furrowed deeply.
“What do I do now?” he said, looking at the young man lying on the straw mat.
It had been over twenty hours, yet the man showed no signs of waking.
Still, Brother Zicang had emanated waves of heat and cold on several occasions, likely acquiring even stronger martial skills in his dreams.
“Should be soon now. If he has strong techniques, maybe those guys will get chased off by Big Brother.”
He muttered to himself.
Waves of faint heat radiated once more from Yang Zicang’s body, followed soon after by chills—this was the fourth time such anomalies had occurred that day.
He slowly opened his eyes.
“Whoa! Big Brother, you’re awake!”
“What time is it?”
“Ah… about the same as last time.”
Yang Zicang was deep in thought for a moment, then felt his head swaying slightly. He pressed his hand against it, and after a few seconds, it seemed much better.
[I have acquired a new additional ability: ‘True Manifestation: White Shadow Thought-Dragon.’]
Liang Xi remarked, “Big Brother, I feel like you’ve changed a lot, but I can’t quite pinpoint what’s different.”
As Yang Zicang’s mind stirred, a phantom akin to an undersea world emerged, revealing behind him the figure of a strange monster resembling a centipede but nearly ten meters long.
“I got lucky this time and dug up plenty of good stuff, like this.”
As he spoke, Liang Xi felt as if the surrounding space had suddenly expanded.
He stared wide-eyed, seeing a vague, hunched monster with a majestic head—a bizarre, pale, translucent creature—materialize behind Yang Zicang.
But before Liang Xi could get a good look, it vanished again.
“So… scary, what was that just now?”
“A new friend: ‘White Shadow Thought-Dragon.’”
Having said that, Yang Zicang sensed the model, which stored ten completed proxy training contracts.
These were people who had accompanied him in dreams for tens or even hundreds of years, and now their experiences were condensed and stored as thin, paper-like sheets.