Claiming Rewards

In the quiet villa, on the first-floor living room.

"How did it go?"

Yang Wu came down from the second floor, and Yang Hui, who had been sitting in the living room, immediately went up to him.

"Yeah. We'll talk later."

Yang Hui nodded. This truly was not the place for such a discussion. After saying goodbye to the butler, the two quickly returned to Yang Wu's temporary residence.

Inside the quiet pavilion.

"Here, take a look."

Yang Wu smiled as he took out a contract and handed it to Yang Hui. Recruitment contracts like this had no confidentiality requirements; the higher-ups would even selectively disclose them.

They used the generous benefits to attract geniuses.

"Gasp..."

"Holy shit!"

Yang Hui curiously took the contract and quickly flipped it open.

The first page was fine. An annual operational fund of 10 billion Hua Xia currency was entirely justified by Yang Wu's High War God-level strength and the treatment of an Inspector.

But when he turned to the second page, he could not help blurting out an expletive of praise.

It simply stated that an independent training room would be provided.

Yet a complete independent training room was bound to have three important components: a challenge room, a Trial Space, and a gravity room.

The challenge room and Trial Space were one thing. The crucial part was the gravity room.

Yang Wu was a High War God, so the gravity room assigned to him naturally would not be some ordinary imitation gravity room that could only be adjusted up to three times normal gravity.

An Ancient Civilization Gravity Room, capable of reaching a thousand times the limit of gravity—there was only one treasure of this level in the entire Elite Training Camp.

The trainees had to rely on their Black Dragon Rankings to use it.

Even the person ranked first only had ninety hours of gravity room training time each month. Those further down the rankings needed no mention; they only got a few hours a month, or even just one.

Even training camp instructors like them could not use the Ancient Civilization Gravity Room whenever they pleased. There were restrictions on its use.

Although the term of use was only three years, judging by Yang Wu's current performance, he probably would not even need the Ancient Civilization Gravity Room three years from now.

Seeing Yang Hui's shocked expression, Yang Wu could guess what he was thinking. When he had first seen that page, Hong's extravagance had stunned him as well.

The contract only granted three years of use, but Yang Wu was still someone with cheats. Training his spear techniques and movement technique under gravity would produce effects entirely unlike before.

Yang Wu remembered that in the original work, the Ancient Civilization Gravity Room Hong sold to Luo Feng had been priced at ninety Star Crystals, worth 4.5 Mu Ya Crystals.

Even if Hong had inflated the price at the time, the difference could not have been too great. Luo Feng was no fool either; the gap was probably only 0.5 Mu Ya Crystals.

Considering the generous rewards and various terms in the contract, it gave him a year and provided an Ancient Civilization Gravity Room to aid his training. Hong's purpose was obvious.

To squeeze out his potential!

Or rather, Hong wanted to see exactly where Yang Wu's ultimate potential lay.

Yang Hui flipped the contract to the third page. By then, he no longer wanted to say anything.

The consecutive blows from earlier had forged him a powerful heart, enough to withstand any storm that came next.

Sure enough, when he saw its contents, not a single ripple stirred in his heart.

The contract's rewards, each more enviable than the last, could not make anyone jealous, because the daunting conditions that followed made it clear that one could only admire them.

Was this the treatment geniuses received?

Yang Hui silently closed the contract. At that moment, he even felt some regret. He had clearly already witnessed Yang Wu's absurdity in the Trial Space.

So why could he not restrain that restless curiosity, insisting on offering himself up to be humiliated?

Wasn't that just asking for it?

Three in the afternoon.

Yang Wu, who had been sitting cross-legged in his room, received a mysterious call from Limit Martial Hall headquarters.

"Hello, Yang Wu."

A deep voice sounded.

"From now on, this number will serve as the line between you and the Martial Hall. You may use it to claim substantial rewards or contact Limit Martial Hall."

The deep voice continued, "According to the contract you signed, you may choose one complete set of secret manuals, an S-Grade Weapon, and a full set of S-Grade combat uniform."

"Would you like to claim them immediately?"

"Yes!"

Yang Wu answered. The earlier he got secret manuals, the better.

"Please select the secret manual you require, your weapon and equipment, and the style of combat uniform."

Very quickly, Yang Wu chose the rewards he needed. Naturally, he chose the World Destruction spear technique manual, along with an S-Grade Po Jun Spear.

As for the style of combat uniform, Yang Wu had no particular preference and casually chose a red-and-black S-Grade combat uniform.

"The Elite Training Camp is located in Headquarters Base City. Your rewards will be delivered to you within one hour. Please be ready to receive them."

After the deep voice finished speaking, the call ended.

Forty minutes later, a deliveryman from headquarters arrived at his temporary residence carrying a password case containing the contract rewards.

"Mr. Yang Wu, please confirm and sign."

Yang Wu signed his name, took the password case, and carried it back to the second floor of the quiet pavilion.

He set the password case on the ground and ran his finger across it. With a click, it opened.

The password case was large and divided into upper and lower layers.

The top layer held the combat uniform and Po Jun Spear, neatly arranged.

Yang Wu picked up the Po Jun Spear and examined it closely. A faint killing intent seemed to emanate from its icy shaft as he casually swung it.

The spearhead tore through the air, producing sharp whistling bursts.

Incomparably sharp!

The A9-model Po Jun Spear cost 3 billion Hua Xia currency at full price, while the D9-series combat uniform cost an even more staggering 12 billion Hua Xia currency.

Two days ago, he could not even afford an S-Grade Weapon ornament. Two days later, he hardly even regarded an S-Grade combat uniform as anything noteworthy.

Because compared to what came next, these two were nothing.

The World Destruction manual had a full price of 100 billion, and the domain insights within it were impossible to value.

Yang Wu set the spear aside and opened the bottom layer of the password case, where he found a wooden box.

Inside the wooden box lay a thick secret manual and an entire stack of discs. Two large characters were printed on the cover of the manual—World Destruction.

The manual was in his hands!

"From now on, I won't need to spend money on this thing anymore."

Yang Wu picked up the thick manual, skipped past the fourth and fifth levels, and went directly to the sixth level, finding the section involving domain insights.

He began to study it carefully.

A moment later, Yang Wu put down the manual, disappointment on his face. It claimed to be domain insight, but it was more like a description of what a domain was.

Practice one's moves to an incomparably proficient level. When executing them, bring the heart, will, and body into harmony, achieving a state of unity between man and heaven.

Beyond that lay the domain!

However, the insights did mention one point: reading classics concerning one's state of mind and attempting to cultivate the heart and temperament could help somewhat in comprehending a domain.