Sigmaian, Refined and Easygoing Mr. Zhou

[Skill: Wind Element Body Tempering Technique (Level 1) - Physique slightly increased, Agility slightly increased. This skill's max level is 4.]

Seeing this, Zhou Zhe understood.

Only extraordinary abilities would be recognized by the notebook and included within it.

After cultivating the Wind Element Body Tempering Technique to Level 1, Zhou Zhe felt a sense of comfort throughout his body, his mind clear and refreshed, and his entire being felt much lighter.

"A 'slight' increase in agility and 'slight' increase in physique? I feel like the judgment standard for this cheat system is a bit too high..."

"If I relied purely on traditional training methods, even with the most scientific plan, sufficient nutrition, excellent ancestral genes, and consistent training for five years, I wouldn't reach this level, would I?"

Just as Zhou Zhe was about to strike while the iron was hot and cultivate the Wind Element Body Tempering Technique to a higher level in one go, his expression suddenly changed.

A ball of flame seemed to rise within his stomach.

Hunger!

An intense hunger surged forth!

Every cell seemed to be crying out, desperately craving more energy intake!

Although the Deity, whose origin was unknown, had modified some of the world's rules, it had not tampered with the law of conservation of mass-energy.

Becoming stronger inevitably consumed energy and nutrients! The power of the wind element alone was not enough!

Zhou Zhe temporarily stopped cultivating and hurried towards the dining hall.

It was similar to a buffet, but every type of food was of extremely high quality. Many were delicacies Zhou Zhe had only heard of but never tasted.

However, with the burning hunger in his stomach, almost driving him mad, he didn't have time to savor them carefully.

Galaxy Ramen, Chinese Large Siu Mai, Ginseng Stewed Black Chicken, Blood Bird's Nest, Platinum Fried Rice, SAXI Sauce Braised Double-Head Abalone, French Pan-Seared Foie Gras, Secret Recipe Eggs Benedict...

He devoured the food in large mouthfuls.

These foods were chewed and swallowed, transforming into energy and nutrients, rapidly repairing his body.

The nutrient-deprived cells also received an energy supplement, seeming to emit sounds of joy.

Zhou Zhe stretched, feeling an extraordinary comfort in his limbs and joints.

After consuming a large amount of high-quality food and replenishing his nutritional deficiencies, he felt reborn.

He quickly returned to his personal training room, preparing to continue his cultivation.

The Wind Element Body Tempering Technique manual stated that its highest realm was the fourth level.

Zhou Zhe had only just begun, completing the first level of cultivation, and had already clearly felt the changes and improvements in his body. If he cultivated it to the fourth level, what would that be like?

The limit of the human body, the level of multi-discipline Olympic gold medalists?

Or perhaps...

Surpassing human limits and reaching a superhuman state?!

At this moment, the black sword-shield brand on the back of Zhou Zhe's hand suddenly began to feel hot.

A moment later, a phantom figure suddenly appeared before his eyes.

This phantom was three meters tall, with horns on its head and scales covering its body. Its eyes were blood-red, and the teeth in its mouth were sharp and pointed like daggers, flashing with a cold glint.

Although it was just a phantom, it exuded a palpable sense of pressure.

Looking at this phantom, Zhou Zhe couldn't help but think of the demons from legends.

As a human living in a peaceful era, Zhou Zhe instinctively wanted to retreat.

But he quickly realized that the phantom before him was likely the opponent he would face in a few days, so he forced himself to stand firm.

"Weak, low-level human, are you my opponent?"

The demon-like alien's face twisted into a sinister grin as it leered at Zhou Zhe, examining him up and down before chuckling, "I am Roxstar, from Sigma Star."

"Your eyes are good."

"Therefore, I will leave nineteen 'medals' on you, and then bestow upon you the honor of assimilation."

The language Roxstar spoke was not Mandarin, but an alien tongue.

Zhou Zhe, however, knew that as a Cosmic Gladiator branded by a Deity, he could understand any language and communicate seamlessly with any life form in the universe.

What Roxstar referred to as "medals" were wounds.

In his eyes, Zhou Zhe was merely a lamb to the slaughter.

Zhou Zhe looked at him expressionlessly, showing no fear.

The "alien demon" speaking to him now was his mortal enemy.

In the Cosmic Arena created by the Deity, there was no possibility of a draw between opponents; it was either life or death. It was even more inhumane than the ancient Roman Colosseum! All intelligent life forms were merely playthings in its eyes!

The "honor of assimilation" that Roxstar mentioned referred to a brutal custom on Sigma Star – devouring the remains of one's enemies after defeating them.

Their ancestors did this because they superstitiously believed it allowed them to extract the maximum nutrients and strength from their enemies, making themselves stronger.

Later, although Sigma Star's technology developed, their superstitions were not eradicated, and many bad habits were passed down, including the "honor of assimilation."

In previous global live broadcasts, Zhou Zhe had witnessed some unfortunate Earth participants being devoured alive by Sigmaians, scenes that were terrifying and nauseating.

Zhou Zhe stared directly at his opponent, his face filled with disgust as he said, "Shut up! You scum!"

He felt a genuine aversion towards these alien degenerates who, despite having reached an interstellar era, still acted like man-eating savages.

He had no respect for such a civilization or culture!

Gentle and refined?

Benevolent?

Unnecessary!

Between them, it was either you die or I die, with no third possibility.

"What?"

Roxstar was initially stunned. Snapping back to reality, he roared in fury, "You dare insult me?! You lowly, despicable, weak, inferior Earth human!"

"An inferior race that shouldn't even have qualified for the Cosmic Arena – who gave you the courage to dare offend the great Roxstar!"

He had never imagined that Earthlings, known for their weakness and cowardice, would possess such a fierce side.

Zhou Zhe's insults were perfectly translated into the language of Sigma Star by the black sword shield imprint. It even optimized them, perfectly fitting the three elements of translation: fidelity, expressiveness, and elegance.

This psychological shock caused Roxstar to experience intense anger.

"Who gave me the courage?"

Zhou Zhe pondered for a moment, then unleashed a barrage of names: "Pangu, Nuwa, Fuxi, Suiren, Shennong, Yan Emperor, Yellow Emperor, Yao, Shun, Yu, Zhurong, Gonggong, Xingtian, Chiyou, Kuafu, Houyi, Jingwei."

"Jiang Ziya, Guan Zhong, Li Er, Confucius, Zhuang Zhou, Shang Yang, Ying Zheng, Mencius, Zhu Yuanzhang, Wang Shouren, Zhang Juzheng, Yuan Nongping, Deng Jiaxian."

Looking at the somewhat withdrawn Sigmaian, Zhou Zhe said expressionlessly, "Now you know."

"Also..."

"Can you give me a reason why I shouldn't curse you, you useless piece of trash who can't even deliver a proper threat?"

Zhou Zhe raised an eyebrow. "Besides, what's wrong with being an Earthling?"

As he spoke, his cold eyes fixed on the alien calling himself Roxstar. Instead of retreating, he advanced, his demeanor still gentle and amiable. "I am an Earthling, and more importantly, the guide to the underworld for your parents!"

Although his heart was pounding, he forced himself to take two more steps forward and said to the projection, "After I kill you, your corpse will be cut into hundreds of pieces."

"Our scientists will thoroughly study your body and decipher the secrets of your race."

"Your corpse will become fertilizer and sustenance for China's advancement to a higher level!"

Roxstar immediately flew into a rage, "You damned blasphemer! This is unforgivable sacrilege! In seven days, I will tear you limb from limb, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Zhe proactively ended the call and blocked him.

The black sword shield tattoo on his hand was an imprint left by a Deity. The moment it appeared, Zhou Zhe knew all the permissions and operational methods he currently possessed.

As of now, the only person Zhou Zhe could contact through the imprint was Roxstar from Sigma Star, his next opponent.

Harassing the opponent before the match to disrupt their state of mind, causing them to give up in despair or lose their reason due to anger, were all methods permitted by the Deities.

If Roxstar hadn't contacted him, Zhou Zhe would have proactively disrupted the opponent's mental state.

However, due to the Swift Wind Pavilion membership card Zhang Miaoran had given him, coupled with the sudden appearance of his golden finger, Zhou Zhe had revised his plans.

After all, underhanded tactics were just trivial tricks; one's own strength was the fundamental basis of everything.

If he could crush his opponent with sheer strength, why bother with too many flashy maneuvers?

After forcibly interrupting the communication, Zhou Zhe squeezed his hands, realizing they were covered in cold sweat.

Even his back was drenched in sweat.

After ending the conversation, Zhou Zhe couldn't help but tremble uncontrollably.

It was like an instinct of his body, something he couldn't suppress!

Despite his brave and fearless, even reckless, demeanor earlier, it was all something he had forced himself to do after careful consideration.

For an ordinary human living in a peaceful era to stand before a ferocious alien three meters tall, one that was bloodthirsty and threatening to eat him, how could he not be scared at all?!

Of course, Zhou Zhe was scared!

But more than that, Zhou Zhe feared the pathetic sight of himself cowering in fear.

Zhou Zhe had always liked a saying: "Treat friends with the warmth of a spring breeze, and treat enemies with the ruthlessness of a cold wind."

If he were to be inwardly cruel but outwardly tolerant...

Wouldn't that make him like his father, Zhou Yulin?

No matter what, he would absolutely never become that kind of person!

Never!

Shaking his head, Zhou Zhe suppressed his chaotic thoughts.

He silently sat down on the ground and began to cultivate according to the methods of the Wind Element Body Tempering Technique.

On the mysterious notebook, the "Self-Configuration" under the talent column was somewhat confusing, but Zhou Zhe quickly realized the extent of "Absolute Comprehension"...

Ran Lengguang whispered: A middle chapter of three thousand words, I'm truly conscientious! The second chapter is finished and being revised. I'll upload it once it's done!

At the same time, the gentle and amiable Mr. Zhou prepared to unleash his verbal onslaught, rubbing his hands together and readying himself for battle: Where are the votes? Where are my damn Chinese votes?!