The Homestead, formerly the Shelter.
In their second year in this world, the Shelter had been renamed the Homestead, because its original name no longer suited it and was inauspicious besides.
This time, they were no longer refugees fleeing disaster, but builders heading for a new home, so the name Homestead was more fitting.
At that moment, in a special fitness facility somewhere within the Homestead's zero-gravity Experimental Area.
There was no gravity here. All weight was simulated through electromagnetic forces, and the equipment was connected to cables as thick as an arm, with a risk of electrical leakage at any moment. Fortunately, its user was not worried about any of that.
He grabbed a whole bunch of weight plates and worked them mercilessly, gripping a protrusion on the ceiling with his toes to hold himself upside down. Like a great roc spreading its wings, he swung the plates up and down, leaving afterimages and even whipping up a hurricane...
After a burst of black smoke and electrical sparks, the weight plates finally broke under his abuse. Their user casually tossed them aside, and they slowly drifted off to either side.
Only then did he return to the floor and hurriedly bring up the system to check the results of the past few days.
---------- Yang Yi ...(Strength experience +1) ----------
"Three days of training for one measly experience point? Has this system gotten old and started malfunctioning?"
Yang Yi swore and stopped moving, thoroughly dissatisfied with the results of his training.
Over the past few decades, he had maintained a high-intensity training regimen in an attempt to grow stronger, but his attributes had not increased at all for five years. He had hit another bottleneck.
He blamed the poor training conditions and instructed Seerte to clean up