Flight Expert?

This... is that any different from having nothing?

Gu Yuan was a little speechless. Who didn't have map navigation these days? And who still had to find their way home by thinking about the food there?

This entry was just like his dad's: better than nothing, but not by much.

"Dad, Mom, take your time eating. My cousin and I already ate out." After setting the food on the table, Gu Yuan called out to them, then turned and headed for his room.

Gu Yuan lay on his bed, wide awake.

His mind was full of thoughts about the entries.

He carefully recalled everything that had happened over the past ten days. It was all so bizarre.

He still hadn't fully figured out the rules behind the entries.

After ten days of discreet observation and analysis, he'd come to only a few rudimentary conclusions.

First, under normal circumstances, each person had only one entry above their head. The entries could be all sorts of things: a person's occupation, a habit they'd developed over time, or a skill they were good at.

But there were exceptions.

For example, the [Injured] entry he'd seen at the hospital earlier. It was a kind of status entry that directly covered up the person's original entry.

The black [Person Near Death] entry was somewhat similar to [Injured], but it seemed to point to a future outcome.

After all, there were still twenty days until school started, and that so-called death train was a full month away. This kind of black entry, which foretold the future, also covered up people's original entries.

The final case was when he'd already acquired someone else's entry. Once he succeeded, the entry above that person's head would disappear—or, like his cousin Shen Tingxue, refresh into a completely new entry.

"So there are only three things that can change the entry someone normally displays: an abnormal condition, a warning from a black entry, or me acquiring it."

Gu Yuan rubbed his brow, feeling a little pressure building in his head.

The system was like one enormous mystery, and he'd only just begun to glimpse its edges.

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

Early the next morning, Gu Yuan dragged himself out of bed, got dressed, and went downstairs.

Steam was already rising from the breakfast stalls along the street.

"Three meat buns and two tea eggs, please."

He paid, picked up his breakfast, and headed toward the city center, eating as he walked.

Sea City was an important city on the eastern coast. Even in the early morning, the streets were already packed with traffic. Office workers hurried past him, each with their own entry above their head.

[Hardworking Gardener], [Top Salesperson], [Code Monkey]...

The vast majority were white entries. At a glance, it was obvious that they were closely tied to their owners' jobs. They were ordinary and failed to interest Gu Yuan in the slightest.

He walked along, looking around as he went, and soon reached the city center: Warrior Square.

"Gu!"

A loud voice rang out. A handsome, slightly roguish young man with a buzz cut hurried out of a rather imposing martial arts gym and enthusiastically pulled Gu Yuan into a bear hug.

Gu Yuan's gaze immediately landed above the other man's head.

A line of white text glowed faintly.

[Entry: Flight Expert]

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

[Current Progress: 0/10]

The corner of Gu Yuan's mouth twitched involuntarily.

What the hell kind of entry was this? Flight? How were they supposed to take off? On a plane?

"Damn, what's with that look?"

"Wait... don't tell me my roguish good looks have stunned you too?" Zhang Yining smirked, running a hand along his sharp jawline.

"No, seriously. Why do I feel like you've gotten even better-looking in the ten days since I last saw you, Gu?"

But the next moment, Zhang Yining patted Gu Yuan on the shoulder and marveled at him.

Of course. He hadn't gotten [Saint Hand Pulse Clearing] for nothing. Better circulation naturally made him look healthier.

"Don't flatter me. Even if you compliment me now, I still won't go easy on you later." Gu Yuan looked disgusted as he knocked Zhang Yining's right hand off his shoulder.

"Oh, sure. You say that like you could beat me." Zhang Yining chuckled, draped an arm around Gu Yuan's neck, and dragged him toward the gym. "Come on, come on. Today, I'm going to make sure you get a good taste of my affection!"

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

The moment he walked in, the space opened up before him.

The gym was astonishingly large and divided into several areas.

There was a gravity training room, a simulated combat room, a section for exercise machines, and a free-fighting area. It was equipped with all kinds of advanced equipment.

"How's it look, Gu? Not bad, right? This is the best gym I could find in Sea City." Zhang Yining proudly showed it off.

Gu Yuan nodded. The place really was nice.

The two of them walked around the gym and stopped at an empty fighting ring.

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

Gu Yuan stood by the ring, looking around the gym.

Just then, a tremendously muscular man walked past him.

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

The most striking thing about him was his head: it came to a point at the top, a sharp contrast with his bulky body.

Out of habit, Gu Yuan glanced above his head.

[Entry: Pointed Head] (Green)

[Acquisition Condition: Complete ten strength-training sessions together with the entry holder.]

[Current Progress: 0/10]

Gu Yuan's expression instantly turned strange.

What the hell were these bizarre entries?!

[Flight Expert], [Pointed Head]...

He seriously wondered whether completing these acquisition conditions would make him start enjoying "taking off"—or make his own head grow pointed, too.

It was only a green-quality entry, but the possibility of that side effect was terrifying.

Gu Yuan shuddered and decisively gave up on the entry.

The muscular man with the pointed head seemed to be a regular here. He didn't go to any of the machine areas, but headed straight for a corner where a row of unusually shaped stone weights had been laid out.

He casually picked one up as if it were a chick and started doing squats.

"Hey!"

"Ha!"

Several trainees nearby turned to look, their eyes full of envy.

"That's the owner of this gym, Pointy-Head Qiang. He's a body-tempering martial artist in the early stage!"

"See those stone weights? They're made of black iron. They might look small, but each one weighs over a thousand jin!"

Zhang Yining had changed clothes and was holding two bottles of water. Somehow, he'd come up beside Gu Yuan. He lowered his voice as he spoke.

"Pointy-Head Qiang?" Gu Yuan nearly burst out laughing. The nickname suited him too perfectly.