Am I Really a Genius?

Gu Yuan withdrew his hand, which was still tingling slightly.

The power of that strike was definitely more than a notch higher than what he could achieve with blood energy alone.

More importantly, the moment he threw the punch, he clearly felt his mental energy clinging to his fist, creating an effect similar to high-frequency oscillation.

If he used this technique in actual combat, would the accompanying mental oscillation be able to strike an opponent's brain directly and disrupt their judgment when he hit a ferocious beast or a person?

One had to know that Warlocks were pitifully weak at the first rank and were completely incapable of projecting their mental energy to interfere with enemies.

But Gu Yuan hadn't projected his mental energy; instead, he had compressed and wrapped it around his fist, treating it like bonus magic damage on a physical attack!

Wasn't this equivalent to a mage maxing out their melee talent? Who could withstand that?

Gu Yuan looked at his right fist, the corners of his mouth curling upward uncontrollably.

"Damn."

"Could I really be a one-in-a-million genius?"

If this could truly be pulled off, it would be an impossible-to-defend magic attack.

In the future, when encountering those thick-skinned ferocious beasts, one punch would be enough to scramble their brains.

Gu Yuan's mind raced as he calculated the feasibility of this fighting style. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, so he simply continued experimenting in the training room.

However, controlling the adhesion of mental energy was no easy task; the slightest carelessness would cause it to dissipate within his meridians.

Gu Yuan threw punch after punch, adjusting the ratio of blood energy to mental energy as he searched for that perfect balance.

Two hours later, Gu Yuan was soaked through with sweat.

His success rate had already stabilized at around sixty percent.

He was truly a genius among geniuses.

Gu Yuan looked up at the wall clock.

He changed into a clean set of clothes and strode out of the training hall.

He hadn't forgotten that today was his big day as a security guard.

Nothing was more important than farming traits.

He had been coveting that piece of "fat" on top of Old Man Zhou's head for several days now, and today, he was determined to claim that spot no matter what.

He strolled all the way to the main gate of the Destiny Bureau.

"Morning, Old Man!"

Gu Yuan leaned against the window of the security booth and smiled at Old Man Zhou inside.

Old Man Zhou was holding his tea mug, and the sudden shout made his hand shake, nearly spilling water onto his crotch.

He looked up, eyeing the smiling young man outside the window with suspicion.

For the past two days, this kid had been running over here every single day, staring straight at him every time he passed by.

However, after seeing him so often, Old Man Zhou had barely managed to get used to it.

He nodded with a straight face as a greeting, then pointed inside the gate, signaling for Gu Yuan to get in quickly and stop being an eyesore at the window.

Gu Yuan didn't mind; he waved with a grin and walked toward Shen Tingxue's office, familiar with the route.

Pushing open the office door, he found Shen Tingxue sitting at her desk, flipping through documents.

Hearing the commotion, Shen Tingxue didn't even look up; she simply reached out, pulled open the drawer beside her, and tossed a transparent bag onto the table.

"Here, this is your security uniform."

Gu Yuan's eyes lit up when he saw it.

This wasn't just an ordinary security uniform; it was his pass to legally stay by Old Man Zhou's side and farm his traits!

"I'm warning you."

Shen Tingxue stopped her pen and looked up.

"You behave yourself as a security guard, don't go looking for trouble, and definitely don't go provoking Old Man Zhou!"

Shen Tingxue knew her cousin too well.

This kid had been full of mischief since he was little and never did anything without a profit motive. The fact that he was so thick-skinned about wanting to be a security guard at the Destiny Bureau meant he definitely had ulterior motives.

Although she didn't know what Gu Yuan was after, a little preemptive warning never hurt.

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Gu Yuan patted his chest, looking righteous and awe-inspiring.

"I'm just afraid Old Man Zhou is too tired watching the gate by himself, so I came specifically to share the burden. How could I possibly make him angry? I'm famous for respecting the elderly and caring for the young!"

Even Gu Yuan almost believed himself when he said that.

Shen Tingxue sneered, just about to add another warning.

But how could Gu Yuan give her the chance? He grabbed the clothes and turned to run, disappearing in a flash.

"Cousin, you keep busy, I'm off to my post! Serving the people!"

Shen Tingxue looked at the empty doorway and shook her head helplessly.

"What on earth is that kid up to?"

Old Man Zhou had only just set down his tea mug and picked up the daily newspaper to read for a while.

"Hmm, why is that kid out so early today?"

Through the glass window, he saw Gu Yuan walking toward the security office, clutching a plastic bag.

Usually, didn't he stay for at least half a day at this time? Why was he out so early today?

A trace of doubt welled up in Old Man Zhou's heart.

But when he saw the plastic bag in Gu Yuan's hand clearly, and the glimpse of deep blue fabric peeking out from within, a sense of foreboding suddenly surged in his heart.

That color, that style—it looked exactly like...

Before Old Man Zhou could react, Gu Yuan had already skillfully pushed open the door to the security office and swaggered inside.

"What are you doing in the security office?"

Old Man Zhou's eyes widened as he watched Gu Yuan tear open the plastic bag and pull out a brand-new security uniform.

Gu Yuan pulled the uniform directly over his clothes.

"Hmm, it fits perfectly!"

Gu Yuan checked his reflection in the security office window and nodded with satisfaction.

"What are you..."

Old Man Zhou's mouth hung open, his finger pointing at Gu Yuan; he was still clinging to a final shred of hope that perhaps this kid just had some sort of peculiar uniform fetish.

"Old Man Zhou, isn't it obvious?"

Gu Yuan turned around, clicked his heels together, and gave Old Man Zhou an incredibly sloppy salute.

"Starting today, I have officially become a glorious security guard for our Destiny Bureau!"

Old Man Zhou was dumbfounded, the newspaper in his hands sliding to the floor.

"Don't you worry, Old Man Zhou, I'm just here to help you out! From now on, any dirty or tiring work can be left to me!"

Gu Yuan patted his chest in assurance, his eyes locked firmly onto the top of Old Man Zhou's head.

Gu Yuan swallowed hard, his eyes practically glowing.

He had been waiting for this day for far too long.

Old Man Zhou felt his skin crawl under Gu Yuan's hungry gaze.

The look in this kid's eyes was too terrifying.

Old Man Zhou couldn't help but shiver.

He had lived for more than half a century and had seen all sorts of storms, but this was the first time he had been stared at like that by an eighteen or nineteen-year-old lad.

Could it be that this kid was really after him?

Had the tastes of young people today really become this heavy?

Thinking of this, Old Man Zhou couldn't help but tighten his jacket and instinctively shrink back.

"Old Man Zhou, are you cold?"

Gu Yuan keenly caught Old Man Zhou's movement.

He paused for a moment.

Generally speaking, martial artists had vigorous blood and qi and were not afraid of the cold at all.

Not to mention a martial artist of Old Man Zhou's level.

Why would he feel cold?

Could it be that...