Will Engraved

"Can I record it using Iron Will?" Wang Ji suddenly thought.

If there were anything capable of recording this secret manual, the only possibility would be Iron Will. After all, it is the only treasure related to the soul and spirit.

"How do I use it?" Wang Ji pondered.

Should he try carving the manual onto Iron Will?

From the perspective of the soul, Iron Will is a magnificent, strange object over a hundred meters in length, width, and height. It is an eight-sided crystal that is crystalline and translucent, completely shielding Wang Ji's consciousness. Despite its crystalline appearance, it shimmers with a metallic luster. Wang Ji controlled his consciousness to approach Iron Will. Then, he manipulated his spiritual force to form a carving knife; with a single thought, a character was etched onto one of the flat surfaces of Iron Will.

Wang Ji tried his best to keep the carving neat, etching characters the size of rice grains along the edge of one face. He treated an A4 sheet's worth of text as a single page, leaving gaps between sections and adding page numbers. In the blink of an eye, he had finished one page.

Mental intent is infinitely faster than manual carving or writing.

Swish, swish, swish... The sound of turning pages.

Chi, chi, chi... The faint sound of the spiritual carving knife.

It took five days—five whole days—for Wang Ji to carve the 800-plus pages of the manual. It occupied a large area on one flat side of Iron Will, six meters wide and three meters high. Of course, compared to the entire surface of Iron Will, this occupied only one or two thousandths of the space.

Wang Ji felt a wave of dizziness. Even within the instance, he felt he could no longer hold on.

His physical body was still in the spaceship in the outside world. As for the 5-fold amplification, that was truly not something Wang Ji could master in 30 days! Even 2-fold was a stretch! Exit! Exit!

Mastering it outside first, then entering the instance to pass in one go—that was the correct approach. Exit!

In the blink of an eye, Wang Ji's consciousness returned to his body. He appeared inside the spaceship at the bottom of the pit.

"You have been in deep meditation for 12 hours. Did you gain anything?" the colonel standing nearby asked, looking at Wang Ji nervously.

Wang Ji grinned. "I did!"

What was the point of hiding a secret manual? Hadn't even Hong's World Destroyer been made public? Besides, the era of the Great Universe would soon arrive, and City Lord Luo was like a wild horse off its leash, running at breakneck speed. These things would be worth nothing in two or three years. If he didn't show some spirit now, what would he do later?

He would set an example now, so it would be easier to shamelessly ask City Lord Luo for manuals later!

One must share and seek common prosperity, understand?

Without waiting for the colonel to ask, Wang Ji said, "A ray of light entered my mind. Did you see it?"

The colonel stared blankly at Wang Ji and shook his head. "No..."

"Well, a cultivation technique appeared in my mind. Of course, only a portion of it."

The colonel wore an expression that said, I haven't read much, don't try to fool me. Wang Ji continued, "It's called 36-Fold Waves. I only have the first 9 levels here."

Naturally, he only mentioned 9 levels; otherwise, how would he find an excuse to come back here later? Besides, keeping an ace up one's sleeve was only human nature.

Wang Ji added, "Each level can amplify physical fitness by one-fold. 9 levels mean 9-fold!"

The colonel's face turned red with excitement. "Good!"

Wang Ji continued, "It's not just strength amplification; it also includes speed and physical defense—all can be amplified 9-fold!"

"What!" The colonel stood up abruptly, asking in disbelief, "Is that for real?"

Wang Ji stayed at Meidu Military Base for three full days before he finished transcribing a copy of the manual—only the content for levels 1-9, totaling over 100 pages.

In a spacious, simple office, an elderly man with a serene temperament carefully flipped through the manual Wang Ji had written, nodding with emotion. "Good! Good!"

"If Councilor Jia sees no issues, then this manual is definitely authentic! It's real!" the commander of Meidu Military Base said with a smile.

"This young man is quite good! We must not treat him unfairly!" the man called Councilor Jia said.

"We won't! However, this is a manual obtained from ruins, after all. By rights, giving too much isn't appropriate..."

Councilor Jia said, "Then, one set of any manual, one set of S-grade combat gear, one portion of Dragon Blood, and two portions of Jade Marrow!"

The commander was shocked. "Wouldn't that be too much? That's nearly 300 billion!"

Councilor Jia said calmly, "The cost is only a little over 100 billion. But this manual—if not for this young man, could we have obtained it? How long would it have taken? Therefore, it is completely worth it!"

"Good! Let's do it!"

When Wang Ji received these items at Meidu Military Base, he was stunned.

"Can... can I sell these for money?" Wang Ji asked foolishly.

The military commander laughed heartily. "You young man. Strength is the foundation! However, if you want to exchange them for money, that's no problem either."

Wang Ji hugged the alloy case. "I was just talking nonsense! Please don't laugh at me, sir. Of course, it's better to use them myself. For the manual, I choose World Destroyer."

"Good, we will have it delivered to you shortly."

Wang Ji took a military aircraft and successfully returned to Jiangnan Base City, to his military villa.

"So this is Dragon Blood and Jade Marrow!" Wang Ji looked at the three vials of medicine in the crystal glass tubes. One was red, and two were green.

"Use! Use the Dragon Blood!"

Wang Ji locked the basement of the villa, lay down on the wooden floor, and spread the Dragon Blood evenly over his chest.

"Pain!"

"Heart-piercing pain!"

Wang Ji wanted to pass out, but his Iron Will would not allow it. Thus, he remained painfully alive, suffering through agony that felt like death itself. After half an hour, the pain finally began to subside.

Wang Ji stood up and brushed the powdery residue from his chest; his skin had turned a healthy bronze, as if he had been sunbathing, radiating a newfound sense of masculinity. Wang Ji clenched his fists, feeling power—power stronger than ever before.

"Bang!" "40,200kg!"

"I was at nearly 17,000kg before, and now it has jumped straight to 40,200kg, an increase of 2.3 times! Not bad at all. Not exceptionally good, but certainly not poor."

He was now a High-Level War General. The threshold for a High-Level War General was 32,000kg, which he had already surpassed.

"Moving forward, the focus of my cultivation should be on 36-Fold Waves and Mist Sword. One is for force exertion, the other for insights into sword techniques. Although Mist Sword doesn't offer a high multiplier for force exertion, it leads directly to the realm of intent. That is the true strength of Earth's secret manuals."

"As for 36-Fold Waves, it is my greatest weakness. Many mid-level and high-level War Generals have a force exertion multiplier of two times or more. So, even though I look strong right now, I might not necessarily be able to defeat a veteran mid-level War General."

"Others are out there fighting above their rank, dominating the heavens and the earth. Yet here I am, only fit to bully the weak. How absurd!" Wang Ji sighed helplessly.

Seclusion! He would go into closed-door cultivation to master 36-Fold Waves!

"If I go out to roam again, I'm a dog!" Wang Ji vowed fiercely. "Whether it's the Wilderness Zone or the military district, neither will do!"

"Ring-a-ling..."