Game Advent: Forge of Doom

Li Mo lay quietly on the ground, thinking about life.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

These philosophical thoughts suddenly came to his mind.

I don’t know what kind of training I went through in just a few hours, no, it was torture.

At the beginning, Zheng Yuanshan helped Li Mo standardize a few movements, and then asked him to repeat these movements until he did it a hundred times.

Li Mo thought and laughed. It was a bit simple. It couldn't be completed in an instant a hundred times, but things gradually exceeded his expectations.

I saw Zheng Yuanshan walking slowly to the door, pressing a button, and the atmosphere inside changed instantly.

Li Mo suddenly felt a huge pressure, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back. He turned around and saw a smiling Zheng Yuanshan standing at the door with his hands behind his back, as far away from him as possible.

"Come on, young man."

It’s so heavy, so it’s waiting for me here!

Li Mo was bent over by the sudden pressure and was completely suppressed. Moreover, his power was still slowly increasing, challenging his own limits.

Zheng Yuanshan observed for a long time and finally chose this level of gravity as the starting point, which gave Li Mo a big surprise.

Although it is a bit unexpected, it is not that surprising. How could the training of an A-level martial artist be so simple?

Li Mo's heart skipped a beat, he straightened his body, and punched hard, feeling that all his strength had been exerted.

breathe.

Feel the beating of the heart and the rush of blood.

Feel the changes in muscles and the improvement of will.

Although the speed is very slow, it is completely in accordance with Zheng Yuanshan's specifications and is flawless.

Watching Li Mo throw out punch after punch, Zheng Yuanshan's eyes also had a look of approval, he was able to do this under such great pressure.

When I used this thing for the first time, I fell down on the ground and couldn't buckle it out. Later, I gradually learned to grasp the limit.

He is a good boy and has a good temperament. On the surface, he is a bit free and loose, but in fact he is a young man with great perseverance. He is not bad, and he has quite the same demeanor as I did back then.

The old man couldn't help but fall into memories. He was also training in this training ground at that time. Although there was no such gravity device, the training was still very hard.

When people get older, they like to reminisce about the past, and I have also reached this point.

The arrival of the game was a huge surprise for Zheng Yuanshan. Time kills the most. Although he is a martial arts expert, he could not withstand the erosion of time and his body became weaker and weaker.

The feeling of constant loss of power once made him feel desperate, but then suddenly a voice sounded.

The game has arrived.

【Martial Arts Master】

[A-level special occupation]

An energy flowed into his limbs and bones, almost making the old man shed tears and clenched his fists, unable to believe that this was reality.

Fortunately, this is reality.

After several hours of torture, Li Mo finally completed the prescribed task and lay on the ground covered in sweat, panting heavily.

"Young man, how do you feel?"

Zheng Yuanshan still had that smiling look, but in Li Mo's eyes he turned into an old fox.

"good……"

"Not bad, I can still talk tough. Keep practicing."

"No, old man. I was wrong..."

Li Mo lay on the ground and begged, but the old man just said lightly that he would continue tomorrow.

Ye Zhiyuan also appeared at the training ground at this time. He looked like he was walking around the streets outside and didn't look like he was training at all.

"are not you tired?"

"Aren't you tired? Sister Zuo just took me to meditate. What are you doing?"

Li Mo lay on the ground, like a salted fish stuck in a pot, never wanting to move again.

Life is so hard!

The association arranged accommodation for them, two rooms next door, very close to the association.

Ye Zhiyuan dragged Salted Fish Li Mo back to the room. Li Mo was lying on the bed as peacefully as a corpse.

"Good night."

Ye Zhiyuan glanced at him, turned off the light and left the room. Is training so tiring?

She didn't feel the gravity device and didn't do any training. She thought that Li Mo was meditating like herself. After all, Zuo Qingqing told her that this was the first step of training.

Can meditation be so tiring?

Professionals recovered very quickly, and Li Mo was able to jump around again in the evening, but when he thought about facing that terrible gravity tomorrow, he had a toothache.

It's really fatal.

…

Association building.

Hai Sui now knocked on the door of the president's office.

"Come in."

"President, everything is done."

"According to the plan, Li Mo's two rings raised the prisoner's level to purple level and blue level. The identity issue should have been resolved."

When Cao An committed the murder and escaped, Hai Sui was observing the situation on a nearby rooftop. After making sure that he had reported the situation, he placed a locator on the body and found that the two rings had disappeared.

Is there really something that can improve talent level?

Hai Sui felt a little confused. This kind of thing was completely priceless.

"Well, this kid Li Mo is a bit special. I don't know what he did."

Guiyuan can detect the potential of professionals, but Li Mo was able to use some kind of power to deceive Guiyuan. It's not easy.

Although he was young, Li Mo left an impression on Zheng Yuanshan that was full of secrets.

"Stop inquiring into other people's privacy. Since you have decided to let them join the association, you can relax. I can see the character of both of them. They are both good children."

"yes."

…

Somewhere in Chuidu.

In an alley, several gangsters were surrounding an old man.

The old man, with white beard and hair and ragged clothes, stood quietly on the spot without making any movement.

"Hey old man, why can't you hear me when I'm talking to you? Are you deaf because of your age?"

The leader of the gangster spoke arrogantly, waving the wine bottle in his hand and throwing it directly at the old man's feet.

The wine bottle shattered and glass shards were scattered all over the floor. The old man lowered his head and looked at the broken wine bottle, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing that there was no response, the leader of the gangster looked a little confused. He couldn't even scare a bad old man, so he rushed directly in front of the old man and grabbed him by the collar.

"I'm talking to you..."

The old man waved his finger, and his head immediately flew out and rolled to the ground. Blood spilled all over the floor, staining the broken glass red.

"Monster, run quickly..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man raised his finger again.

There was a crisp sound, and the remaining people all met the same fate. The entire alley was covered with bloody graffiti.

The old man walked forward unsteadily, not knowing where his destination was. The strange thing was that there was no trace of blood on his tattered clothes, and he seemed to be muttering something in his mouth.

"Curse Master..."

"Curse Master..."