Buy One Get One Free, Art is Explosion

"Time to open the mystery box!"

Brian rubbed his hands together with a sense of ceremony, lay flat on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

He once again arrived in that familiar white space.

In the space.

A small golden ball floated there, along with two tiny specks of light.

The small golden ball was the gift Brian had received after fulfilling Mad Dog Ike's obsession.

He wondered whether the little balls representing skills would all be golden from now on.

It looked pretty high-end.

As for the two small specks of light, they were certain fragments of memory from the obsession providers while they had still been alive.

Brian had come into contact with these before.

Most of these memories were useless.

But they seemed able to strengthen his mental fortitude.

In any case, ever since the Blood Moon anomaly until now...

Even without using the slap-slap transfer method, it had already been a long time since he had experienced hallucinations or other abnormal mental states.

Absorbing the skill ball...

Seemed to require quite a long time.

So Brian first crushed the little balls representing fragments of the dead people's memories.

The first dead person was Kenneth.

His memory had no real value. It was a memory fragment of his girlfriend Shaina telling him she was pregnant.

Brian had no interest in watching a bitch's fake affection, so he fast-forwarded right through it.

The second was Mad Dog Ike.

This guy's memory fragments were extremely chaotic.

One second, he was riding Shaina like a galloping horse; the next, he was holding dynamite, laughing madly as he threw it at a police car in the distance.

To be fair, the bastard threw it both accurately and far.

Brian suspected that Mad Dog Ike might really have had something wrong with his brain. He was a complete lunatic.

"What a shame. I thought there might be some memory fragment about a secret stash or something."

After watching the two memory fragments...

Brian reached his hand toward the small golden ball.

The instant he touched it, the little ball turned into a stream of light and surged into Brian's consciousness.

A flash of understanding rose in Brian's mind:

Talent: Super-Calculation Perception

Skill: Precision Throwing

Huh???

Brian was a little dumbfounded.

Wait.

Wasn't it supposed to be a skill?!

It was actually buy one, get one free—and the freebie was a talent?

If he had to use an example to describe Brian's current mood, it was probably like beating a huge boss, having a glittering golden treasure chest drop, opening it, and discovering it was a whole box of condoms. He was speechless and disappointed—only to use them and realize those condoms were not only ultra-thin and long-lasting, but could also make it bigger and make him last—

This... was pretty damn great!

Precision Throwing.

Brian was not particularly interested.

That skill sounded very LOW.

But the talent called Super-Calculation Perception was different.

Just from the name, it sounded like good stuff!

Just as Brian was feeling curious...

A wave of dizziness surged through him.

His consciousness slowly sank into sleep.

Where was this?

Brian stared in confusion at the three or four police cars surrounding him.

In his hands, he was gripping a kerosene lighter and a stick of dynamite respectively, while a row of long dynamite sticks wrapped directly in thick yellow paper hung from his body. He looked just like a bomber, laughing wildly in a deranged, rampant frenzy.

Wasn't I receiving a gift from the dead?

What the hell was this?

Brian realized he seemed to be possessing some terrorist. He was somewhere inside an abandoned manor in the suburbs, apparently in the middle of being arrested by the police. Beyond that, he knew nothing. It was just like watching someone else play a first-person VR game.

Bang bang bang~

Those cops did not hesitate in the slightest. They opened fire straight at him.

"Come on, you goddamn pigs."

The guy Brian was possessing showed not the slightest fear despite seven or eight long and short guns being aimed at him and firing wildly. Instead, he lit the detonator in his hand first and threw it with incredible precision fifty or sixty meters away.

Boom~

An old police car was flipped straight into the air by the shockwave from the explosives, then slammed down hard onto a fat cop, crushing him to the ground.

"Hahahaha!"

"Blow you sons of bitches to hell!"

Stick after stick of dynamite was thrown with precision at the police cars and cops ahead.

In only a few moments.

Aside from corpses scattered across the ground and battered, broken police cars, the surroundings returned to silence.

Brian stared, dumbfounded.

Holy shit.

Seriously, holy shit.

The person he was possessing had to be a professional bomber.

Whether it was fifty or sixty meters, or seventy or eighty meters.

Whether they were hiding behind walls or beside cars.

The dynamite this guy threw was like it had precision guidance, landing with absolute accuracy beside those police cars and cops. It left the officers no time to run back. In just a few breaths, they were all wiped out.

"Wait, why does this guy's voice sound kind of familiar?"

Brian thought of the skill he had just received and suddenly realized—wasn't this Mad Dog Ike's voice?

Only, the voice sounded a little sharp.

Like he was going through puberty?

Brian was puzzled.

Had he possessed Mad Dog Ike when he was a teenager, or a young man?

While he was silently thinking it over.

This body slowly walked up to the old police cars that were still burning and began looting the bodies.

Only after packing up all the guns and ammunition did the body he possessed spit at the pile of police corpses. "I only blew up that son-of-a-bitch mine owner, and they chased me this far? Fuck. I can't use the name Drew anymore. This is perfect timing to head back home, pick up my little brother, and we'll go to Los Angeles together..."

Carrying a bag of weapons and ammunition.

The possessed body returned to the abandoned, run-down manor, got into a very old-fashioned sedan, and drove onto the small road outside.

Through the car's rearview mirror.

Brian finally saw the appearance of the body he was possessing: plain-looking, with a few tiny freckles on his cheeks, completely just a white kid in his teens.

"It really is Ike!"

"But he doesn't have that crazed air about him."

"Could this be a memory from when Ike was a teenager?"

With that question in mind, Brian's consciousness blurred.

When he regained awareness again, he had already returned to the scene from the beginning.

Saturday, early morning.

Brian opened his eyes wearily.

It was different!

Everything before his eyes was different.

Brian looked around in surprise at the apartment he had lived in for several years.

Everything was the same.

But when light formed images through his retinas and converted the visual information into his brain, the perception was different!

Brian discovered in amazement that he could precisely determine the length, width, height, and distance from himself of everything in his field of vision, and it automatically converted into units he could understand.

It was an extraordinary kind of perception.

Brian walked to the apartment window and looked at the distant view.

The same perception.

The same feedback.

Only now, there were additional senses similar to wind speed, humidity, and the like.

Clearly, Super-Calculation Perception did not only affect Brian's field of vision; it also worked through the subtle ways his skin and other senses perceived the outside world.

He was practically a born sniper's spotter!

And apart from that special perception, Brian also discovered that as long as an object entered his field of vision, even if his subconscious had not noticed it, once his perception transformed, he could still easily project that object into his mind.

He felt as if he were playing a shooting game with a data hack turned on.

That meant his observational ability had undergone a qualitative leap as well.

If he had good marksmanship on top of this, he would be practically invincible!

"Great talent!"

Brian was somewhat delighted, and somewhat enlightened.

No wonder Mad Dog Ike had possessed the rare skill Precision Throwing.

Under this kind of perception, as long as he practiced controlling his strength a little, it was almost the same as locking onto heads.

Brian casually picked up his phone.

Instantly, the phone's weight and three-dimensional data became completely clear to him.

A surge of confidence rose in his heart.

He was confident that he could throw the phone in his hand accurately to the farthest distance he was capable of, with an error margin of no more than ten centimeters!

What if he swapped the phone for a modern high explosive?

Brian grinned. "Art is an explosion!"

Next, he would also practice his marksmanship extensively, bringing out the effects of the talent Super-Calculation Perception to the greatest degree!

He really could not understand why Mad Dog Ike, despite having such an abnormal talent, had been stupid enough to only train up the highly restricted skill Precision Throwing. If it had been marksmanship instead, Brian even doubted whether those officers that day could have escaped Ike's deadly sniping.

Ring, ring, ring—

The phone alarm went off.

Brian suppressed the excitement and joy in his heart, walked to the mirror, and started tidying up his appearance.

Today was the day he went to Ace Base for onboarding training.

He was going to work!

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