Human Cell Repair Agent

Just after six in the morning, after buying a batch of ordinary pork and settling the Worker Bug, Qin Mu hurried to the Limit Martial Arts School for his strength test.

"Punch force 910kg, speed 27.1m/s."

Qin Mu's heart surged with wild joy—the feedback from the Larva evolving into a Worker Bug had exceeded expectations.

The physical requirements for a warrior were a punch force of at least 900kg and speed of 25m/s; he had already cleared both thresholds.

Especially speed, which far surpassed the passing line.

"Strength and speed are enough; now it comes down to neural reaction speed."

Qin Mu walked to the door of a smaller room within the training hall, took a deep breath, and calmed his inner excitement.

The warrior assessment was divided into strength, speed, and neural reaction speed.

What Qin Mu worried about most was this neural reaction speed, as it was a comprehensive test of footwork, strength, speed, and more.

Pushing open the door, he saw a tall, expensive instrument placed on the floor.

At the front of this device was an array of metal tubes resembling a six-barreled Gatling gun, but far more numerous—dozens of them.

The neural reaction test required staying within a circle three point six meters in diameter while dodging rubber bullets and red light beams fired by the instrument.

Leaving the circle, touching the red light, or being hit by bullets would deduct points; insufficient points meant failure.

"Click!"

Qin Mu turned on the instrument and stepped into the red circle.

The edge of the three-point-six-meter circle immediately emitted a hazy red light upward.

"Beep... beep..."

The massive muzzle of the neural reaction testing machine began to rotate, and dozens of gun barrels within it almost instantly burst forth streaks of red light, some fast, some slow, their trajectories crisscrossing chaotically.

Qin Mu's eyes locked onto what was ahead, his body swiftly shifting forward, back, left, and right, threading through the gaps between the red bullets.

"Thud! Thud!"

He was hit several times in a row.

Fortunately, these bullets had rubber tips, with very little force, and didn't hurt much on impact.

"Hiss—"

After several bursts of explosive dodging, Qin Mu's body suddenly stiffened, a sharp pain shooting through him.

"It's aggravating my injuries."

Qin Mu's expression darkened, and the stiffness in his body immediately led to consecutive hits.

A minute later, the testing machine's muzzle automatically slowed and stopped rotating, and the central screen displayed the test data.

"Within 60 seconds, hit 89 times, touched red light five times. Unqualified!"

"Just as I guessed—the relatively simple punch force and speed tests were fine, but when it comes to footwork, it's no good."

"My injuries are a big problem."

Looking at the results, Qin Mu's face didn't look good; this data fell far short of passing the assessment.

After the Larva had molted into a Worker Bug that morning, part of his injuries had been repaired, but once he exerted himself continuously, his body would ache and stiffen.

For these hidden injuries, Qin Mu had no other solution; he could only rely on the Worker Bug's constant feeding to slowly heal them.

After several consecutive tests with unsatisfactory results, Qin Mu stopped to practice for a while.

"I wonder how much longer these injuries will take to fully heal. If they're still not better by the time the assessment starts, that'll be trouble."

Qin Mu thought with some headache.

"It's not just the injuries—my footwork and neural reaction speed are genuinely poor and need more training. For now, I'll focus mainly on practicing footwork and neural reaction speed."

Recognizing his own shortcomings and weaknesses, Qin Mu began targeted training.

Only during breaks did he occasionally sense the Worker Bug at home through the soul link.

Since evolving from Larva to Worker Bug, its eating speed had noticeably increased.

Unfortunately, since the Worker Bug's strength no longer grew, its feedback to Qin Mu, aside from healing, no longer enhanced his power.

Qin Mu wasn't disappointed by this; it was just a Worker Bug after all. Getting him to the Pre-warrior level was already impressive, let alone its continuous healing of his injuries.

As long as he became a warrior and brought it to the Wilderness Zone to hatch into a Mother Nest, he figured his strength would see a major boost then.

For now, he had to focus on preparing for the Pre-warrior assessment.

He had to pass the neural reaction speed test before the end of the month.

Qin Mu threw all his energy into training, and time passed quickly under the high-intensity regimen.

But he was still far from meeting the minimum requirement for neural reaction speed.

At this rate, it would be hard to reach the goal before the end of the month. Qin Mu had already started considering what he would do if he failed the assessment.

June 23rd, evening.

After a full day of training, Qin Mu returned home utterly exhausted.

After a quick wash, he collapsed onto the sofa and turned on the TV to watch the news.

Knock knock knock.

A knock came at the door. Qin Mu got up, walked over, and peered through the peephole.

He quickly opened the door and welcomed in a middle-aged man with a square face and one arm.

"Uncle Qing."

Wang Qing nodded, carrying a bag in his single hand as he stepped inside.

"Hey, why does it smell so strong in here?"

As soon as he entered, Wang Qing caught a heavy fragrance in the air.

"I cleaned up the past couple of days and bought some air freshener. Sprayed a bit too much, I think."

Qin Mu's expression was calm as he replied with a smile.

In truth, he had deliberately doused the place in air freshener, worried someone might pick up the scent from the Worker Bug.

Before getting up to open the door, he had already ordered the Worker Bug to suppress its aura and hide in his room.

"I see. Look, I brought you something good."

Wang Qing said, a smile spreading across his face as he pulled a well-wrapped package from inside his coat.

He unwrapped it to reveal an ordinary-looking box, with the words Human Cell Repair Agent printed on it.

"What's this?"

Qin Mu was a bit slow to react.

"A Human Cell Repair Agent. Got it through a comrade in the military—it's a good thing.

It's a byproduct of Gene Potion research.

Doesn't do much for martial artists, but for people below that level—especially for hidden injuries from training—it has excellent healing effects. It can even slightly improve your physique.

Simple to use. Just inject it directly."

Seeing Qin Mu's stunned expression, Wang Qing explained with a smile.

"Don't go telling anyone about this. It's military-only stuff. Hardly any of it leaks to the market."

Qin Mu actually knew about the Human Cell Repair Agent. It was a top-tier healing medicine. After his original body had been injured, he'd wanted to buy it but could never find it.

Though the listed price was two hundred thousand per dose, it was only circulated within the military. It wasn't sold on the open market at all—even paying several times the price wouldn't get you one.

"Haha, after you got hurt, I asked a bunch of my comrades to try and buy it, but no luck.

Then a while back, one of my brothers in arms earned a merit, got it as a military reward. That's how I managed to get my hands on it."

Wang Qing's tone carried a note of relief as he chuckled.

"Uncle Qing, I can't take this! It's too valuable!"

Qin Mu instinctively refused.

It really was too valuable. Even though the listed price was two hundred thousand, if it hit the black market, people would snatch it up for a million!

That was no small sum.

Qin Mu knew Wang Qing's situation. He worked at an arms factory, earning only five thousand a month.

Even with a comrade helping to buy it, even at the original price, it was still two hundred thousand!

Two hundred thousand—even if Uncle Qing didn't eat or drink, it would take him three and a half years to save up!

"If you don't take it, who will? I bought it specially for you! I waited over half a year to get it, just so you could recover from your injuries."

Wang Qing's face darkened as he scolded.

"Hurry up and open it. Use it. I know you've been training at the Limit Martial Arts School every day lately. Your body already has hidden injuries. If you keep this up, you'll ruin yourself before you even become a martial artist."

Qin Mu fell silent. To be honest, he never expected anyone to treat him like this.

Normally, after transmigrating as an orphan, shouldn't people be trying to bully him, or he'd be facing all kinds of crises?

Qin Mu's heart churned with emotion as he looked at Uncle Qing's tired but still bright eyes.

After a long moment, a smile spread across his face. He didn't hesitate any longer.

"Alright. I'll use it."

He opened the packaging, took out a metal syringe, and following the instructions, jabbed it into his arm, pushing the clear liquid into his body.