Invitation

"Bang!" Fang Yi threw a swift punch.

As the light faded, a number appeared above the Punch Strength Test Machine: "3908 kg."

General Instructor Wu Tong, the Silver-Haired Man, and Instructor Jiang Nian all looked astonished.

They had expected Fang Yi to be impressive, but they hadn't expected him to surprise them this much!

"His punch strength is nearly 4,000 kg!"

"Holy crap!"

An eighteen-year-old with this much punching power?

He had already met—and surpassed—the passing standard for an ordinary Intermediate Warrior.

Jiang Hua looked at Fang Yi as if he were a monster. The other boy was only eighteen, yet he had such terrifying punching power. "No wonder you said you wanted to join our Elite Preparatory Camp. You really are extraordinary."

Wu Tong and the Silver-Haired Man in black robes exchanged a glance, then nodded with satisfaction.

"Do you have a family legacy?" Wu Tong asked seriously.

"No. I don't know who my parents are. I grew up in an orphanage," Fang Yi replied.

The moment he said that,

the three men leaned back slightly. A trace of sympathy joined the astonishment still on their faces.

"I'm sorry," Wu Tong said.

"It's fine. I'm used to it," Fang Yi replied calmly. For a transmigrator, starting out as an orphan was one of the best possible beginnings.

Another kind of beginning was having parents who were powerful figures in the world, with all kinds of rare treasures—a setup where you could win without lifting a finger.

"Do we still need to test your nerve response and speed?"

"No need. You've already passed the standard by a wide margin."

Wu Tong quickly waved a hand to explain, then said earnestly, "All right. I sincerely invite you to join the Limit Dojo! With the talent you've shown so far, and the Genetic Origin Energy training you'll do later, you'll have no problem entering the Elite Preparatory Camp!"

"Although I'd like to make you a Martial Artist right away, we still have to follow the proper procedures. But we can sign a contract first. After all, the Martial Artist assessment will be a piece of cake for you. Are you willing?"

Wu Tong's eyes burned with excitement. Talented people like Fang Yi were exceedingly rare.

He was even more impressive than some geniuses who had just started training with Genetic Origin Energy!

For someone to reach this level of punching power on their first attempt at training with Genetic Origin Energy was a rarity among rarities—especially when the young man before them hadn't even started training yet.

"But I'm more curious about how you reached this level of punching power at such a young age, without any training."

The Silver-Haired Man in black robes asked the question. Unlike the other two, he wasn't overcome with excitement. Instead, he watched Fang Yi keenly.

Indeed, this talent was terrifying!

It was hard not to wonder whether there was something else behind it.

Fang Yi remained calm and unruffled at the question, as if he'd expected it.

"I'm not sure either. My punching power used to be only 1,100 kg, but lately I've been having this strange dream. After I wake up, my physical fitness improves incredibly fast," Fang Yi said.

"Oh!"

"What kind of dream?"

Wu Tong and Jiang Hua asked at the same time, perfectly in sync.

Fang Yi explained, "In the dream, I enter a space that seems to be my mindscape. There's a Dark Gold Cube floating in front of me. Every time I wake up, my body is stronger than before."

This was

an explanation, an answer to their questions, and an excuse. It was also the truth.

On the night his Double Pupil Eyes awakened,

Fang Yi had also awakened and discovered that something was different about his mindscape. His body had improved somewhat, though not by much.

The improvement was nowhere near as great as the one caused by his Double Pupil Eyes awakening.

Still, a little was better than nothing.

More importantly, this meant he might have the potential to become a Psychic Master. In Swallowed Star, Psychic Master Martial Artists were even rarer and more powerful.

After Fang Yi finished speaking,

Wu Tong and Jiang Hua looked even more astonished than before, their disbelief plain to see.

The Silver-Haired Man in black robes, however, smiled.

"Excellent! That's a sign of a spiritual awakening. We haven't just found a genius—we've found a freak among geniuses. I'm already looking forward to seeing how much you'll improve once you start training."

"Based on everything you've shown so far, you should have no problem getting into the Elite Training Camp. But we shouldn't be too certain just yet."

As soon as the Silver-Haired Man in black robes finished speaking, Wu Tong picked up the thread. "That's right. What you've shown so far is astonishing, but your progress from here on matters too. The Elite Training Camp is full of geniuses."

"If you can keep using your talent to outclass them as you train, getting in will only be a matter of time."

"Let's sign the contract first!"

Wu Tong stopped wasting time and was already looking rather impatient. A staff member nearby had brought over the contract.

During their earlier conversation, after the punching-power test,

Wu Tong had already sent someone to prepare it.

"Okay." Fang Yi nodded lightly.

"Our offer will be more than generous. Besides a villa in Bright Moon Residential District, we'll give you 30 million in start-up funds, a Martial Artist's battle uniform and weapons, manuals, and instruction. We'll also give you an extra five million each year."

"On top of that, you'll get a set of Guidance Technique manuals, weapon manuals, and movement manuals. If the total cost of those three things is under 60 million, they're free. If it goes a little over, we can cover the extra for you first. How does that sound?"

"And that's only the basic package. We'll raise it according to your progress. We're talking not just 20 million or 60 million, but tens of millions—or even hundreds of millions—in the future!"

As Wu Tong spoke, he also explained the connections, reasoning, pros and cons, and benefits involved.

Fang Yi already knew all about it.

He quickly looked over the contract, confirmed everything was in order, and signed his name.

After all, the terms they'd offered were extremely generous.

Once he'd signed, Wu Tong and Jiang Hua smiled with satisfaction and patted Fang Yi on the shoulder. The looks on their faces were far less serious than usual.

"Good. I look forward to seeing how you do from here on! If you ever need anything, just contact us. We'll do our best to help," Wu Tong said.

"Since you're one of ours at the Limit Dojo, your business is basically our business too," Jiang Hua said.

"Then I'll be counting on you."

Fang Yi nodded slightly in reply.

After chatting for a while, just as they were about to part ways,

the Silver-Haired Man in black robes called out, "Young man, wait a moment."

Fang Yi stopped and turned around. "What is it?"

"I'd like to take a look at your left eye, if you don't mind." The Silver-Haired Man in black robes wore a kind smile, but there was still a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Fang Yi had said that there was nothing wrong with his eyes, but so far he had only shown them his right eye.

Was he deliberately hiding something?

The left eye no one had ever seen was certainly intriguing. Wu Tong and Jiang Hua had the same thought.

Just as the two men were about to say something,

Fang Yi answered,

"No problem."