Knock knock knock!
The loud knocking woke Lancelot from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes groggily, went out of the room, and told Christine to open the door.
From the loud yet familiar knocking, he already knew who it was; besides the woman who called herself the "King of Martial Arts," there was no one else.
The door opened, Zyra strode in.
"Hey kid, you're so late opening the door, what kind of naughty things are you doing?" Zyra yelled as soon as she came in.
The two had become quite familiar with each other over this period of time. Now, Zyra felt like she was at home when she came to Lancelot's house, and she often came over for meals, claiming that Christine's cooking was delicious.
Lancelot didn't even bother with her; he couldn't even come up with a proper excuse. Humph, what a perfunctory woman.
"What are you doing here again?" Lancelot asked, yawning, feeling a little sleepy.
Zyra, with her long legs, circled around him, her bright eyes scrutinizing Lancelot from head to toe. "Wow," she exclaimed in surprise, "You look completely drained! Did I really guess right?"
"Give me a break, do you think I have that much free time?" Lancelot said irritably.
Zyra looked incredulous and went upstairs to check herself. Returning to the living room, she said suspiciously, "This shouldn't be happening. There's definitely no trace of a third person, but your condition... could it be..."
The woman glanced at Christine beside her, then suddenly realized, "Oh, I see, you still didn't let Christine off the hook after all."
"What are you talking about? Stop spouting nonsense and get to the point." Lancelot leaned back on the sofa, his eyelids drooping; he was genuinely sleepy.
"Tch, a real man should be responsible for his actions. What's there to be ashamed of?" Zyra said with a sneer. Seeing Lancelot get up to leave, she quickly grabbed him and brought up the important matter.
Are you going to Planet Golden Bridge to participate in Scavenger Operation?
"Yes, what's wrong?" Lancelot wasn't surprised. Zyra was of high status, and even Director Steel Tiger treated her with great respect, so it was perfectly normal for him to know these things.
"It's nothing, I was just worried you'd get sick, so I specially brought you something." Zyra said casually, crossing her legs, but didn't take out what she was talking about.
Upon hearing this, Lancelot was no longer sleepy.
He sat up abruptly, grinned, and came up behind Zyra, reaching out to massage her shoulders, acting quite like a sycophant.
"I knew it! With our relationship, how could you forget me?" Lancelot said with a broad smile.
"Heh, someone's face changes fast enough." Zyra snorted coldly, but didn't keep her in suspense any longer. She stretched out her slender right hand, and a ball of golden light appeared in her palm. In the dim light, one could vaguely see a graceful figure, appearing and disappearing.
"This is... the Martial Arts Will!" Lancelot's expression hardened, and his movements involuntarily stopped.
Zyra an eyebrow. "You're quite knowledgeable. Take it and integrate it into your mind. If you encounter someone you can't defeat, stimulate this ball of light with your Divine Power; it could save your life."
"Of course, that's assuming you don't provoke too many powerful enemies; anything below the Epic should be fine."
"Thank you!" Lancelot said earnestly, his expression turning serious.
As Epic martial artist in his previous life, he naturally knew what this ball of light was, and he also understood the price Zyra had paid.
"Relax, relax. I'm a little embarrassed by your sudden seriousness," Zyra said nonchalantly, raising her right hand and sending a ball of light floating up.
Lancelot smiled slightly, took the ball of light, wrapped it with his Divine Power, and sent it into his brain.
"Haven't eaten yet? Christine, go prepare dinner, according to Zyra's taste."
"Yes, Master." The robot housekeeper bowed slightly.
After a satisfying meal, Zyra took her leave.
For the remaining days, Lancelot skipped classes, spending his time familiarizing himself with his new equipment and purchasing other supplies.
Various types of medicines, supplies, high-explosive explosives, combat backpacks, etc.
On the last day, Director Steel Tiger sent a message to Lancelot, asking him to come over.
Inside the room, Lancelot sat upright and asked, "Master, what brings you here?"
"It's nothing, just adding an extra layer of insurance for you." Steel Tiger was very direct. With a wave of his hand, a drop of silver-black blood, shimmering with a mysterious luster, disappeared into Lancelot's chest.
"This is a drop of my essence blood, containing a wisp of my will. When you encounter danger, call out to it, and this blood will transform into my projection, saving your life," Steel Tiger explained.
After Lancelot stepped onto the 409th step of the Holy Sword Stairway, Steel Tiger began to value this student even more, believing that as long as the latter did not perish, he would at least achieve something comparable to himself in the future.
He certainly had to protect such a super genius.
Forget about all that nonsense about experience and training. True strength never comes from relying solely on oneself. Even those Walker receive help from many benefactors.
The reason why powerful figures from major forces tend to appear in large numbers is not only because of abundant resources, but also because they have strong backing that can protect and support talented younger generations to help them grow up successfully.
"This... thank you, Director." Lancelot stared wide-eyed at the black blood that plunged straight into his chest.
He has two Epic bodyguards with him.
At that moment, he felt incredibly powerful.