The Flying Expert?

How is this... any different from having nothing at all?

Gu Yuan felt speechless. In this day and age, who doesn't have GPS navigation? Does one really need to rely on craving a specific meal just to find their way home?

This entry was just like his old man's—the type that was better than nothing, but barely.

"Dad, Mom, take your time eating. My cousin and I already ate out." After setting the food down, Gu Yuan greeted them and turned to head toward his room.

Gu Yuan lay on his bed, not feeling the slightest bit sleepy.

Right now, his mind was completely occupied by thoughts of these entries.

He carefully recalled the events of the past ten days; they were truly too bizarre.

He still hadn't fully grasped the rules governing how these entries appeared.

After ten days of secret observation and summarization, he had only managed to draw a few rough conclusions.

First, under normal circumstances, each person only displayed one entry above their head. The content of these entries varied wildly, potentially reflecting the person's profession, long-term habits, or some specialized skill.

However, there were exceptions.

For instance, the [Injury/Illness] entry he had seen at the hospital belonged to a status-type entry, which would directly mask that person's original entry.

The black [Person Nearing Death] entry was somewhat similar to [Injury/Illness], but it seemed to point toward a future outcome.

After all, there were still twenty days until school started, and a full month until that so-called death train. These black entries that foretold the future would likewise overwrite a person's original entry.

The final scenario was when he had already acquired the other person's entry. Once the acquisition was successful, the entry above the person's head would vanish, or, like his cousin Shen Tingxue, refresh into an entirely new one.

"So, there are only three situations that can change the display of a person's inherent entry: abnormal status, black entry warnings, and being acquired by me."

Gu Yuan rubbed his brow, feeling a dull ache in his brain.

This system was like a massive enigma, and he had only just touched the very edge of it.

As he pondered, a wave of exhaustion finally washed over him, and Gu Yuan drifted into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Gu Yuan groggily crawled out of bed, got dressed, and headed downstairs.

The breakfast stalls along the street were already billowing with steam.

"Boss, three meat buns and two tea eggs."

He paid, took the breakfast in his hand, and walked toward the city center while eating.

As an important coastal city in the east, Sea City was already bustling with traffic even in the early morning. Commuters in a rush hurried past him, each with their own unique entry floating above their heads.

[Diligent Gardener], [Gold Medal Salesman], [Code Monkey]...

The vast majority were white entries. At a glance, one could tell they were closely tied to the person's profession—plain and unremarkable, failing to spark even a shred of interest in Gu Yuan.

He walked and observed along the way, soon arriving at the city center: Warrior Square.

"Old Gu!"

A booming voice rang out. A handsome, roguish-looking boy with a buzz cut strode out of a rather posh-looking martial arts gym and gave Gu Yuan a warm bear hug.

Gu Yuan's gaze immediately fell upon the top of the other's head.

A line of white text was glowing faintly.

[Entry: Take-off Expert]

[Acquisition Condition: Take off with the entry holder ten times.]

[Current Progress: 0/10]

The corner of Gu Yuan's mouth twitched involuntarily.

What the hell kind of entry is this? Take off? Take off how? By plane?

"Damn, what's with that look?"

"Could it be... you've been intimidated by my roguish charm?" Zhang Yining smirked, stroking his sharp jawline.

"That's not right, though. How come I feel like you've gotten even more handsome in these ten days, Old Gu?"

But the next moment, Zhang Yining patted Gu Yuan on the shoulder, clicking his tongue in wonder.

That was only natural; [Saintly Hand Meridian Clearing] wasn't something he'd obtained for nothing. Improving blood circulation naturally made one's complexion look better.

"Don't flatter me. Even if you praise me now, I won't go easy on you later." Gu Yuan brushed off the hand on his shoulder with a look of disdain.

"Oh, please, as if you could actually beat me." Zhang Yining chuckled, hooked his arm around Gu Yuan's neck, and dragged him into the gym. "Come on, come on! Today, I'm definitely going to make sure you get a good taste of my 'affection'!"

Gu Yuan bought a single-visit pass at the front desk and followed Zhang Yining inside.

Once through the door, the space opened up significantly.

The entire gym was shockingly large, divided into several different zones.

There were gravity training rooms, simulated combat rooms, an equipment area, and a free-sparring area—every kind of advanced facility one could imagine was available.

"How about it, Old Gu? Not bad, right? This is the best martial arts gym I could find in our Sea City," Zhang Yining boasted triumphantly.

Gu Yuan nodded; the environment here was indeed quite good.

The two of them walked a lap around the gym before stopping at an empty sparring ring.

"You warm up first, I'm going to go change," Zhang Yining said, then ran off toward the locker room.

Gu Yuan stood by the edge of the ring, his gaze sweeping across the facility.

Just then, an exceptionally burly man walked past him.

The man was nearly two meters tall, his massive muscles stretching his tight tank top to its limit.

What was most eye-catching was his head; it was pointed at the top, forming a stark contrast with his robust body below.

Gu Yuan's gaze habitually flicked toward the man's head.

[Entry: Pointy-Head](Green)

[Acquisition Condition: Perform ten strength training sessions with the entry holder.]

[Current Progress: 0/10]

Gu Yuan's expression turned strange in an instant.

What the hell kind of bizarre entries are these!

[Take-off Expert], [Pointy-Head]...

He seriously doubted whether, if he actually completed the requirements to acquire these entries, he would also start wanting to "take off," or if his own head would end up becoming pointy too?

Even though it was only a green-quality entry, the possibility of such side effects was far too terrifying!

Gu Yuan shivered, decisively abandoning any thoughts of pursuing this entry.

The pointy-headed muscle man seemed to be a regular here; he didn't head to any of the equipment areas, but walked straight to a corner where a row of strangely shaped stone locks was placed.

He picked up a stone lock as if it were a little chick and began doing squats.

"Hey!"

"Ha!"

The surrounding students training nearby glanced over, their eyes filled with envy.

"That's the owner of this gym, known as 'Pointy-Head Qiang,' a martial artist at the early stage of the Body Tempering Realm!"

"See that? Those stone locks are made of black iron stone. Don't let their size fool you; they weigh over a thousand catties!"

Zhang Yining, having changed his clothes and carrying two bottles of water, had snuck up at some point and whispered to Gu Yuan.

"Pointy-Head Qiang?" Gu Yuan almost laughed out loud; this nickname was just too descriptive.