"It seems that I simply forgot to close the door... Speaking of which, it's already past four in the afternoon, and there are only leftovers from last night's food outside. This guy seems to have slept until now?

This is even more outrageous than some of my college roommates during my lifetime."

Considering the principal's arrangement, Yi Chen did not wake the other party up, but began to tidy up the low-rent apartment, which was in a mess and had not been cleaned for at least a week.

I waited until six o'clock in the evening.

A strong sense of hunger woke up Reagan, and he was only in a half-dream and half-awake state. He walked to the living room with the inertial thinking in his brain, picked up the rotary phone and dialed the ordering number.

but,

His habitual thinking failed to find the phone because the location had changed.

Such an unconventional situation made him sober up quickly,

Reagan was stunned by the neat and tidy room in front of him.

I even wondered if I had slept in someone else's house all night. It wasn't until I caught a glimpse of the girl's figure on the bedside of the bedroom that I confirmed that it was my rented house.

At this time,

A handsome young man wearing an ivy-style black suit walked out of the kitchen, holding freshly baked whole roasted chicken and steaks in his hands.

Seeing such delicious food, Reagan's saliva immediately flowed out, and he heard a cry of dissatisfaction from his abdomen.

"Mr. Reagan, are you awake? When I came over, I found that your door was unlocked, so I came in and helped you clean up.

It was almost dinner time, so I bought some ingredients outside and came back to process them."

Reagan did not have any dissatisfaction because the other party broke into his home privately.

On the contrary, in his eyes, the young man in front of him was simply an angelic being, and he could even vaguely see the halo above his head.

"You are..."

"William Behrens, from A. I came here this time to ask you something."

When he heard that Yi Chen was from the college, his eyes changed slightly, but he still accepted the kindness, "Are you from the college? Let's talk while eating. I overslept and didn't even eat lunch. I was really hungry."

"

Reagan temporarily suppressed his appetite and went back to his room to change into a wrinkled shirt and trousers, which finally covered his belly completely.

After some simple washing and hair styling, I returned to the living room with a full belly.

Reagan is about the same height as Yi Chen, but with the flesh hanging on his face, his multi-layered chin, and his shirt buttons that are about to burst, his figure is a bit exaggerated.

Most people living in this world system are not associated with obesity, not to mention the members of organizations responsible for curing diseases. They basically have good figures through daily high-intensity training.

Yi Chen estimated that Mr. Reagan's [Physique] was probably only 2, or even lower.

In less than ten minutes, Reagan had eaten the food for five people.

The button responsible for restraining the belly bag and supporting it for a long time finally reached its limit, bang! It flew out like a bullet, and after hitting the roof several times, it just fell back in front of Reagan.

This is no coincidence. Yi Chen just vaguely caught the pull of some kind of energy.

Reagan said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, your cooking skills are simply better than the chef in Sam's kitchen! I couldn't hold it back and ate a little too much."

Reagan placed the button on the broken thread, and like magic, it was instantly repaired and reinforced.

"Tell me what you want from me? I'd like to state in advance that I'm very busy and have to go to work tomorrow. If you need help or something, I won't have time."

"Nothing, I just accidentally learned that Mr. Reagan is very talented in [sensing], so I came here to ask...if you have any experience or special training methods."

Yi Chen did not directly move out of the principal. In his opinion, Reagan's withdrawal might be related to the principal's "favourability".

"Is that so? Sure enough, everyone is working hard... My experience is quite ridiculous. I have no interest in growing up or anything like that. If I can fish, I will stick to it.

At the beginning, it was okay at the academy, as I only had to attend two classes a week.

Later, I was targeted for some reason and wanted to do this or that, so I dropped out of school and went to a power plant to start a 9-to-5 life.

I have to say, it feels really good to lie down flat."

"Mr. Reagan, can I ask how much [induction] you have?"

"Just reach out here, there's nothing to be shy about."

When put on Reagan's fat shoulders, the retina immediately received the shared information.

≮Occupation: Prototypist≯

≮Person: person≯

≮Basic attributes≯

【Physique】:1

【Coordination Motorics】:5

【Intellect】:5

【Psyche】:7

【Lucky Luck】:4

≮Professional Characteristics≯

"Celestial Induction (Passive)":

It is easier to understand and understand the essence of things and the connection between all things. The upper limit of [Psyche] standard has been increased, and the seventh standard has appeared - "7. Transcendence".

Allow individuals to make breakthroughs with a sense of transcending limits to reach higher levels.

"Prototype Control (Active)":

Rearrange, control, and even create new things on a microscopic level for different substances.

*This ability is limited to inorganic substances. When applied to organic substances, the effect will be greatly reduced, especially for self-aware creatures.

Control strength, microscopic depth, and creative complexity are directly related to the [Induction] value.

…

"What a high value!"

Yi Chen was shocked by such personal data. Except for his severely weak physique, the rest were very tall. The most frightening thing was his induction, which actually reached a rare level of [7].

It’s no wonder that the principal, who is also in the induction system, wants to train him personally.

Reagan didn't care at all about such attribute values.

"Although my job is stable, there are also many competitors. So I usually spend a little time practicing "professional abilities" to keep myself at a level where I will not be fired."

As he spoke, Reagan also deliberately pointed to the girl models in his room, which seemed to be the results of his practice.

"How did your senses improve?"

"Well~ I don't deliberately improve it. I usually like to stay in a closed and quiet environment, think of some human models in my mind, and then create them by hand.

This process may take a week or even a month.

Several times I was so immersed in my thoughts that the numbers improved on their own.”

"What!?"

When Yi Chen heard such an answer, it was hard to accept it.

"It's not all like this. When my induction reached [6], I got the attention of the college. Later, under the guidance of Principal Desline, it took about two months to reach [7].

I did taste the sweetness of it at that time, and for a while I wanted to reach a higher level.

But Principal Deslin insisted that I follow a small team to the depths of the Gray Realm to find a [relic] suitable for me.

This is not possible, the mortality rate is too high... I am not ready to die, so I chose to drop out of school and live a more relaxed life."

Hearing this, a flash of inspiration flashed in Yi Chen's mind, and he suddenly figured out something.

"The experience of such a genius has no reference value at all. His unique profession and talent determine his unique growth model, which cannot be replicated by others.

Could it be that the principal's real purpose is to let me leverage this fat man and give him the motivation to grow?

The difficulty of letting such a veteran fat nerd go out to do activities is comparable to killing a seriously ill person, let alone convincing him to go to the Gray Realm and break through the limits of human beings.

Forget it~ I can just figure out how to deal with [Induction] myself, and Jin’s induction is also quite high. There must be training channels to improve induction in Gethsemane.」

"Thanks for sharing, then that's it, goodbye Mr. Reagan!"

"I'm really sorry that I can't help you... walk slowly."

With a full stomach, Reagan didn't want to stand up at all. He just sat in his seat and waved goodbye.

Just when Yi Chen completely gave up on the path provided by the principal and was about to leave the cheap underground rental house,

A female voice that suffered severe electromagnetic interference suddenly came from behind:

"Grave...ground (Zi Zi)."

"Um?"

This weird sound was mixed with a sense of danger, and even forced Little Putao to get out of the collar together, and looked back into the low-rent house together.

I saw a female corpse floating behind Reagan who was waving goodbye.

Partially rotten flesh and decayed bones are connected through various power cables, and most of the nerves and blood vessels in the body have been replaced by wires.

The tongue in the female corpse's mouth is also dotted with dense holes, like the sound holes of a walkie-talkie, from which the electromagnetic interference sound comes.

"What is this? Why haven't I noticed it before..."

Little Grape's voice transmission responded:

"She exudes the aura of a cemetery. She may be of the same kind as me, but she is fundamentally different... Her state is very strange, between the physical and the incorporeal, and she is completely attached to this fat human being."

"Come from the cemetery under the organization? Could it be that..."

(End of chapter)
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