Major Accomplishment! Wool in Sight!

Days flew by like a video on fast-forward, roaring ahead under the relentless pace set by the Roll King, Chen Mo. Class 7, Third Year High School had long grown used to this life swept up in the "roll," even developing a faint addiction to it—after all, watching their grades and Qi and Blood creep upward, that tangible sense of progress felt even better than winning a game.

But if anyone was enjoying it most, it was Chen Mo himself.

For him, this sprint of days wasn't some bitter hell of senior year; it was a tailor-made, hardcore real-life Role-Playing Game, and a cracked version with built-in cheats at that—where others might work hard and never know the results, he got a timely "ding" from his personal System Panel in his mind with every punch, every Standing Meditation, every math problem solved, along with a friendly prompt and a visible nudge forward on the corresponding Experience Bar.

[Black Tiger Stance Proficiency +1]

[Body Tempering Fist Proficiency +1]

[Math Comprehension +0.2]

[English Vocabulary Proficiency +0.1]

That constant "ding" was even more addictive than the sound of an epic gear drop in a game. Sometimes Chen Mo secretly thought back to his past life, grinding for illusory equipment in games, leveling up stats that would be obsolete with the next update—pure waste of time. Look at now: every bit of proficiency turned into real surging power in his body, solid knowledge in his mind, and... a slowly growing number in his bank account.

Well, okay, the bank account number was growing painfully slow, slow enough to worry. But no matter—at least the daily few dozen yuan trickling in from his novel's backend, with the phone notification sound every time it arrived, could barely count as a "daily quest reward," right? Small gains add up; even a mosquito's leg is meat. Enough for a bottle of water or an extra egg.

This joy of "effort equals instant feedback" had Chen Mo completely hooked. He finally understood those legendary martial arts fanatics who'd go mad or die trying—watching himself grow stronger day by day, each punch packing more force, each problem solved faster, this feeling of controlling his own life was more thrilling than any game, more addictive than any entertainment.

Lost in this immersive state of "grinding experience," time slipped away silently, and before he knew it, it was the planned morning of day 55.

The sky was just barely light, a hint of fish-belly white on the eastern horizon. A thin layer of morning mist still shrouded the familiar grove, the air so fresh it felt like you could squeeze water from it, carrying the damp scent of grass and trees. Chen Mo arrived on time, immediately settling into the Black Tiger Stance, his breathing long and steady like an ancient well, deep and undisturbed.

His Qi and Blood no longer needed deliberate guidance like before; instead, like a river tamed by careful training, they flowed along the well-worn meridians, following the mysterious path he imagined the Major Accomplishment Realm should take, steady and powerful. Each circulation silently nourished his sinews, bones, and flesh, making his stance more stable.

He stood like this for nearly thirty minutes. In the past, at this point, his body would have sent faint signals of fatigue, his mind would show a trace of distraction, requiring focused effort to maintain the stance. But today was completely different. Not only was he not tired, he grew more energetic the longer he stood. His stance was so stable it felt fused with the earth beneath him, his concentration sharp as a needle, easily piercing the surrounding mist.

Even more remarkable, he could clearly sense that the flow of his Qi and Blood was resonating subtly with the breath of the surrounding plants and the faint pulse of the earth. The rustle of wind through leaves, the soft drip of dew hitting the ground, the tiny movements of earthworms in the soil—all reached his ears clearly, and through these sounds, he could perceive the energy flow of his environment.

Then, without any warning, as if it were only natural, like a volcano that had built up too long finally finding its eruption point—

Though no sound actually rang in his mind, Chen Mo clearly felt the invisible barrier between Proficient and Major Accomplishment shattered by an overwhelming force! Immediately after, a flood of insight, several times larger and purer than when he broke through to Proficient, swept through his entire consciousness!

All the mysteries of the Black Tiger Stance, which he had only "understood" before, stored as knowledge in his mind that required deliberate recall and application, now transformed into instinct for his body! How to lock in Qi and Blood with maximum efficiency, how to use the terrain to strengthen his "root" power, how to nurture explosive kinetic energy within stillness, how to adjust the rhythm of Qi and Blood through breathing... countless subtleties he had never grasped or understood now poured in like a baptism, clearer than ever.

Without even thinking, his body made a few nearly imperceptible adjustments: the angle of his toes gripping the ground increased by three degrees, perfectly catching the pressure point; the inward tuck of his tailbone adjusted to the millimeter, aligning his spine into a straight line; the pressure of his tongue against his palate was just right, seamlessly connecting the Conception and Governor Vessels' Qi and Blood circulation...

From the outside, his stance seemed unchanged, but the inner "spirit" had undergone a radical transformation! Chen Mo could clearly feel himself like a fierce tiger crouching in the forest, seemingly quiet and harmless, but with Qi and Blood surging like thunder, muscles and bones coordinated as one, every inch of skin brimming with explosive power. The moment he willed it, he could unleash a devastating strike!

The System Panel in his mind refreshed on time, faithfully recording this breakthrough:

[Black Tiger Stance: Lv.5 (Major Accomplishment) (1/1000)]

Major Accomplishment! A full six days ahead of schedule!

Chen Mo slowly withdrew his stance, exhaling a long breath of Turbid Qi. That breath, carrying the impurities from his body, shot out like an arrow from a bow, leaving a faint white trail in the cold morning mist that lingered for a while before dissipating. He stretched his limbs, feeling a warm glow all over, his energy incredibly abundant. The lingering fatigue from last night's training was completely gone, replaced by a sensation like he'd just slept ten full hours and could immediately drag Zhao Peng through another three hundred rounds.

"Done! Finally done!" Chen Mo clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white, his eyes blazing with light, barely containing his excitement. The first Major Accomplishment skill was in hand—next up was the second!