Lord of Enigma

Compared with pure meditation practice, simply digesting fuel wouldn't take much time.

But this time, it was different.

Even Tang Qi himself couldn't remember how much fuel he had picked up in the "graveyard" under the watchful eyes of the Polluters. Those terrifying corpses were extremely attractive to him.

With a wave of his hand, the fuel went into the furnace.

It took him several hours to digest all the fuel in the ruins of darkness.

When he woke up, it was already bright outside the window.

The scorching sunlight shone on Tang Qi through the gap of the curtain.

But he couldn't tell whether it was the temperature of the sun or his own body.

He didn't look at the clock to confirm the time but focused on himself.

A dim light converged, and the special interface immediately appeared.

Compared with the extremely simple image in the past, what was reflected in Tang Qi's eyes now was gradually turning into a complex scene.

In the skill column, there weren't any significant changes to the other skills.

But the most important meditation method was completely different.

Fourteen percent!

This was the meditation method's current progress.

In other words, he had gained 4% overnight.

Even though he somewhat expected it, he was still surprised.

"If I had discovered such a good thing earlier, wouldn't I have triggered the second bestowal by now?"

"The first time I faced the Lord of the Forge, I obtained the judgment effect."

"When the progress leaps over 20%, I wonder what I will get?"

At the bottom of his heart, he praised the increase in progress.

"I've already begun looking forward to tonight. But what exactly is that pool of pollution? Why does it need so much flesh and blood that is full of negative power?"

It wasn't that Tang Qi bemoaned the possibility of the Harold Club having a huge conspiracy that would harm the residents of Moses City.

But he was now a little high school student and a part of the city.

There were no eggs under the overturned nest! [It literally means that once the bird's nest is overturned, its eggs would all be broken. The two things are tied together and if one person suffers a disaster, the whole family, young and old, will not be spared]

If the pool of pollution was an extremely dangerous existence; once it succeeded, it might affect the entire city.

"Maybe I can find an opportunity to leak the information of the Pollution Pool to the Old Castle Bureau. Regardless of whether they know it or not, I should remind them first. If there are any bad sighs, I'll also have a way out."

Thinking of this, he stood up.

Although it was easy to pick up fuel last night. It was still a long night trip, and there was a strange smell on his clothes. After a disgusting long trip, the smell could be imagined.

Both the original owner and Tang Qi were obsessed with cleanliness. After smelling the disgusting odor, he immediately frowned and quickly went to the bathroom. He washed himself thoroughly and changed his clothes.

Feeling the surging mental power in his body, he hummed a tune from his original hometown and prepared breakfast for himself.

He checked the time. It was about ten o'clock in the morning.

Breakfast time was over, and it was not lunchtime yet. But it was more appropriate to call it a breakfast.

It was very simple, because of the abnormal spicy hot dogs he tasted in the Newton District last time. This time, he made a homemade hot dog using a famous chili sauce from a superpower in Asia, paired with expensive ham from the southern part of the Federation, and a few simple and refreshing side dishes.

After eating, he felt that it tasted top-notch, and praised himself.

Then he left the building in a good mood and went to class. After meeting with his only friend Sally, he checked today's course and didn't find the "Monster Files" he was interested in.

Therefore, he used his privileges decisively, left the school, boarded a bus, and headed to the bustling Midtown District.

Now, the entire high school knew that Tang Qi, a seemingly ordinary freshman, was actually a "privileged class". While they were secretly envious, jealous, and even hateful, no dared to provoke Sally.

Only a few cheap girls would curse quietly, "Unlucky Sally finally found a backer, but her bad luck will definitely make her backer collapse. Just as we once fell down after returning home when sitting at the same table as her."

The girl next to her, who was not that cheap, persuaded, "Forget it, after thinking about it carefully, except for our relationship with Angela, we don't have any grudges against Sally. The feeling of strongly wanting to bully her is a little baffling, it's like we're being controlled."

"That's right, because of Sally's bad luck, she will kill herself sooner or later. We don't need to dirty our hands."

"Hey, it seems that Angela and the others haven't been to school for a long time. Is there something wrong?"

"Relax, with their family background, how could they have an accident all together and at the same time? They must have gone on vacation, what a wonderful life."

…

Of course, Tang Qi knew nothing about the private conversation between the high school students.

But even if he knew, he would not care.

At first, he was worried that his exercise of privileges would make him seem out of place, but now there was no such worry.

He was not the only privileged class. In Thorns High School, there were many "unrestrained" high school students like him.

The most important reason was that for him, the Samra family was no longer the Sword of Damocles hanging above his head. It was originally a huge stone that had not landed, but now there was only a trace of anticipation.

Tang Qi was looking forward to the gift that Samra would receive when she finds "Professor Kassel" by following the mark.

After skipping class, Tang Qi entered Central Avenue.

This time, it was different from the previous visits.

Tang Qi actually had a very clear purpose.

He was looking for the main materials of a certain kind of secret medicine.

The current progress of the Secret Pharmacy Skill remained at 41%, because of the last time where he mixed the secret potion of "Words of Kumon".

Perhaps because it was extremely difficult. Although the "Words of Kumon" secret medicine was not Tang Qi's foundational secret medicine, that was, a secret medicine of the Primal Secret Medicine School, it still increased its progress by 1%.

This time, if the secret medicine he wanted to make was successful, it might increase a little more.

Because this time, the secret medicine was dug out by Tang Qi from the knowledge of the Primal Secret Medicine School in his mind.

The reason why he had to be equipped with that sort of secret potion was that he needed to prepare for the upcoming "Extraordinary Gathering".

He didn't plan to go there in his own identity.

…

Unfortunately, even though Tang Qi had exploded with enthusiasm comparable to a women's shopping, he still failed to find the desired materials on the prosperous and complicated Central Avenue.

Although he was prepared, Tang Qi was still a little disappointed.

Before dusk, Tang Qi returned to his small building.

After a simple dinner, he came to the small living room on the first floor. Tang Qi went to the telephone and took out old Coulson's business card. Without much hesitation, he reached out to dial.

It was normal that he couldn't find the materials he wanted in the Midtown District. After all, it was hard to find mystical materials in the shopping paradise of ordinary people. Tang Qi was just trying his luck.

The best way was to buy from "professionals".

But if he used this method, it meant that he was going to bleed.

Literally, real blood.