If You're Not Blood-Related, Then Who Is?

But Yu Xunge did not dislike the perfectionism brought by the God of Cooking Talent. This talent only revealed its true usefulness when she cooked with care.

Still, she was in no rush. Ever since the first closed beta, she had been in a state of extreme anxiety, never daring to relax for even a moment, as though a beast were chasing her from behind. Now that the greatest threat was in her hands, she could slow down a little. At the very least... she had to sleep a full six hours every day!

Lying in bed, Yu Xunge watched the humidifier by her bedside spray out a fine mist of high-grade Revealing Potion.

Yu Xunge looked at her current attributes.

Strength: 8+2

Constitution: 11+2

Intelligence: 14+1

Agility: 21

Most healthy people with exercise habits started at around 7. Of course, intelligence was affected by IQ. Male fitness enthusiasts could even start with 10 in Strength and Constitution, while runners and parkour enthusiasts had Agility far above 7.

But even by those highest standards, Yu Xunge's current attributes were comparable to those of a level 6 player. Yet she was actually only level 0, with experience gained solely from the dozen or so small quests she had completed during the first closed beta, plus Hechipa's quest. None of them had awarded much experience.

The Game Invasion would officially begin next February.

Yu Xunge did not plan to give the higher-ups any hints either. Although the plan had now been completed, whether she chose to be a good person or not would not affect anything. The problem was that there was no need. Hundreds of thousands of people would log into the game during the third closed beta. While most people who encountered fortuitous opportunities would want to keep their heads down, there would always be exceptions.

Some people would want to show off after gaining abilities. Others would want to accomplish things they had failed to do before.

It could not be hidden. There was simply no way to hide it.

Those people would soon expose themselves. That had been the case in her previous life. Strange news stories had frequently appeared by the end of 2078, and rumors had even begun circulating one or two months before the Game Invasion.

Besides, Yu Xunge felt that the authorities had probably received the information they needed long ago. Among those hundreds of thousands of people, some had to be official personnel. Otherwise, they would not have reacted so quickly in her previous life.

She had stocked up on what needed stocking up on, snatched what needed snatching, and spent what needed spending. Next, Yu Xunge planned to systematically study fighting and shooting. In her remaining time, she would practice her profession and cooking.

She was not bad at either close combat or long-range shooting. During that final year of fleeing, she had honed her close-quarters combat skills through one life-or-death fight after another.

They were all killing techniques. Every move prioritized vital points over looking cool: elbows to the throat, eye gouges, punches to the kidneys, elbows into the heart, and so on. It was not that she thought these techniques were useless or ugly. She wanted to learn more!

Otherwise, no matter how high her stats were, if she did not know how to use them, she would not be able to truly bring out her strength.

Any martial art that could form its own school must have its own merits. She wanted to study them systematically.

As for long-range shooting, all the shooting she had done in her previous life had involved magic—throwing Arcane Missiles, ice balls, fireballs, and other magical projectiles. She had relied entirely on instinct. Perhaps she really did have talent, and together with her acting talent, which allowed her to store three other people's talents, the various abilities had worked together to let her evade capture for an entire year.

But now that she had the Divine Archer God-Bestowed Talent, it would be an insult to both the talent and her 21 Agility if she did not train her shooting properly.

Yu Xunge could afford training classes. She studied fighting in the mornings—how to exert force more effectively, which parts of the body could be used as weapons, how to break free when her movements were restricted, and so on. In the afternoons, she practiced shooting, learning how to control range, calculate wind direction, and more.

Unlike the improvised methods from her previous life, Yu Xunge now felt herself changing every day.

Those physical stats were no longer merely numbers. She was more flexible, more perceptive, and capable of exerting greater force.

Even the shooting coach was astonished by her talent. When she first arrived, her posture with a bow had not even been standard. One look was enough to tell that she had learned from QianDu. Yet in less than a week, she could hit the target every time within thirty meters. If he had not known she was already twenty-six, he would have wanted to recommend that she try out for the national team.

There was just one odd thing. After shooting a few arrows, she would always miss one. He wondered if girls simply lacked the strength.

Yu Xunge was not lacking strength. She simply did not want to expose the fact that her Seventh strike was guaranteed critical hit. So whenever she reached the seventh arrow, she deliberately drew the bowstring only a little, letting the arrow fly out limply.

Yu Xunge knew her own limits. Given time to aim, she was fine, but with rapid fire, she could only guarantee a 60% hit rate. Her accuracy against moving targets was even lower, let alone shooting while running.

But she was not discouraged. Everything had only just begun.

While Yu Xunge was busy to the point of feverish excitement, Yu Qingshan had finally recovered somewhat. He sealed away those fragments, and he was optimistic too. Even though his son had lost half his manhood, he had not collapsed in despair. His daughter was still helping him search for a treatment method. Maybe there was a skill that could repair items?! He had to believe in miracles!

From that day on, Yu Qingshan began asking around everywhere for information on players.

Yi Qiuguo, on the other hand, had become the happiest person in the family aside from Yu Xunge. Her son had married into a wealthy family, and her whole family had encountered fortuitous opportunities. She could not think of a reason not to be happy. As for what surname her future grandchildren would have, she did not care. They could not possibly be surnamed Yi anyway, so what difference did any other surname make? She thought she was quite clear-headed.

The kind of smart woman people online described as seeing through everything.

Her only regret was that her daughter no longer gave her spending money.

Yu Xunge was speechless. Her son had married into a wealthy family, yet she was still coming to her unemployed daughter for spending money!

Happy Autumn Fruit: @Yu Xunge Daughter, Mom has her eye on a bag [shy]

Yu Xunge directly long-pressed the message, tapped quote, and then tagged Yu Xunhuan.

Yu Xunge: @Yu Xunhuan Little brother, your sister has her eye on a gun [shy]

Tap the wealthy-family live-in son-in-law and make him drop some gold.

Yu Xunhuan: "..."

Yu Xunhuan truly was not short on money. That was what made the Su Family a wealthy family. Ever since he had "married" into the Su Family and become one of them, five million was directly transferred into his account every month as spending money. Food and lodging were covered at home, and someone specially bought or tailored his clothes. Those five million were purely for spending.

Living off a rich wife was truly wonderful!

And his wedding night had gone very smoothly. The bed Yu Xunge had given him really was something special. After the lights went out, the battle lasted until dawn. He had even forgotten that only half of him remained. Su Yitong had been quite satisfied as well. Though she did not know whether it was just her imagination, she felt that it was not as long as before. But it had felt good enough, so she did not think too deeply about it.

Thinking of this, Yu Xunhuan generously transferred five hundred thousand to each of the two women at home.

Then he asked them to help him gather more information about God-Bestowed Talents, especially whether anyone had obtained a God-Bestowed Talent but been unable to use it.

Naturally, the two agreed without hesitation, replying in the group chat, "Sure, sure, sure, boss. Don't worry, leave it to us."

Their service attitude was practically on par with some Hai-something Lao.

Yu Qingshan also popped up, transferred money to the two women, and asked them to find out whether there were any skills or items that could repair objects.

The two women once again filled the screen with, "Sure, sure, sure, thank you, boss. Don't worry, leave it to us."

Then the two women immediately forgot all about it.

A week later, Yu Xunhuan and Yu Qingshan asked in the group chat whether there was any news. The moment they asked, neither of them said a word. Mother and daughter both played dead.

Yu Xunge even pointed at the group chat on her phone and cursed herself, "Yu Xunge, Yu Xunge, if you're not blood-related, then who is?"