Welcome to the lost world

The skull cufflinks lie on the table, reflecting bright light under the light.

"Hoo, ho, ho..."

In the cramped prison, there was even breathing, but no one could be seen.

Tick ​​tick tick, water drops dripping.

View upward.

Two belts lock the hooks on the ceiling. A person spreads his arms and holds the end of the belt tightly. His body is level with the ground, and his taut legs are as straight as a javelin.

This gesture is contrary to physics and is a manifestation of his strong physical strength and core strength!

Muscle lines like marble sculptures interpret strength and beauty.

…

Name: Chu Feng (quasi-lost)

Codename: To be determined

Ark number: 394623

Mission identity: Crazy·Chu

Level: Lv.1 (increased based on task completion)

HP: 80/80 (Physique*10+additional attributes) MP: 0/0

[Note: HP/MP only provides numerical reference]

Basic properties:

Strength: 8

Constitution: 8

Agility: 9

Energy: 0

[Note: Strength/Physique/Agility are attributes common to ordinary people. 10 is the extreme value for ordinary people. Energy attributes are yet to be developed. 】

Special properties:

Will: 12

Charisma: 8

Lucky: 3

[Note: Special attribute 10 is the extreme value for ordinary people]

Combat attributes:

Attack: 25 (strength*2+agility*1+additional attributes)

Defense: 16 (Physique*2+additional attributes)

Speed: 18 (agility*2+additional attributes)

Elemental resistance: 8 (Physique*1+additional attributes)

Resilience: 12 (willpower*1+additional attributes)

[Note: Additional attributes = equipment attributes + skill attributes + buff attributes]

[Note: Combat attributes only provide numerical reference, the specific combat effectiveness is subject to actual combat conditions]

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Digitized personal information is another convenient function provided by Ark to the lost.

Although data cannot determine everything, it can intuitively examine one's own status.

After several days of training, Chu Feng's strength and agility had increased a bit, and the injuries on his wrists were also much better.

A little attribute may not seem like much.

But Chu Feng actually felt that his strength and agility had been significantly improved.

At this time, he would not be easily held hostage if he encountered Flathead again. At least he would have a certain ability to fight back.

Such an improvement is difficult to achieve in reality.

Nearly crazy exercise, nutritious meals, and a top-notch medical team are not the main reasons.

The main reason is...

this world!

Chu Feng looked outside the fence, his eyes flickering.

Since entering this world, some kind of shackles hidden deep in the body seem to have been broken.

Humanity's stagnant natural evolution is restarted.

Let his body grow at an alarming rate.

but……

not enough.

Far from enough.

Flatheads are much more powerful than this!

That ghostly speed, terrifying power, and dynamic vision that ordinary people can't imagine...

Chu Feng had a premonition that one day the two of them would meet again in this world. Before that day came, he must become even stronger!

Only in this way...

Stay alive and go back!

Jingle Bell.

The dinner bell rang.

Chu Feng relaxed his strength and landed lightly on the ground. The soreness in his muscles receded like a tide, replaced by the numbness and pleasure after a full exercise.

This feeling of getting stronger makes people physically and mentally happy and addicted!

The iron door opens.

The ‘prisoners’ swaggered out.

They are said to be prisoners, but in fact the people here are elites drawn from the military headquarters by the Hydra organization under various excuses.

Some people have been members of the organization from the beginning, while the rest have successfully joined after passing the assessment.

Chu Feng is the former.

…

Luxurious office.

The bald man in a white coat sat across from the officer.

"We don't have much time left, Wolfgang. Because of Schmidt's stupidity, we lost our best chance at world domination."

"The bastard with the shield destroyed everything. If it weren't for him, why would we be huddled in a place like this!"

"Schmidt chose the wrong backer."

The bald head held his chin, and a strange light reflected under his glasses, "But it's not too late. This failure at least proves one thing. We need super soldiers, more and stronger super soldiers!"

"Super soldier..."

Wolfgang was thoughtful.

The bald man showed a playful expression, "I heard that the person you brought is an Asian?"

Wolfgang looked slightly embarrassed.

"Haha, let's see, Crazy Chu, his ancestors are of Asian ancestry, his strength is B+ his sensitivity is A+, and his resistance to blows is B+. Huh, is this what you're betting on? Wolfgang."

Zola looked at the information in her hand and sneered.

"Is there a problem? Zola"

Wolfgang's eyes were cold.

"Hahaha, mediocre, too mediocre." Zola raised her chin proudly, "You actually chose a mudblood with impure blood to be your kinsman. Your vision is indeed not suitable for becoming a leader."

Quack, quack, quack.

Wolfgang clenched his white gloves tightly and his expression darkened, "Humph, we'll see!" He snorted angrily and walked away with a flick of his sleeves.

"Hahahahaha~"

Zola raised her head and laughed, watching Wolfgang leave, and immediately rang the bell on the desk, and told the subordinate officers who came in: "Go, call a few of your own people, and take good care of this young master from the East. .”

The subordinate officer whispered a few words.

"Oh? Someone is already targeting him? Then tell them not to interfere and just watch the show."

Zola picked up the coffee cup, but before she took a sip, she found that it was too hot, her expression changed, and it splashed all over the officer's face.

The subordinate officer's face was so hot that he didn't dare to get angry. He bowed his head and retreated, trembling.

This fat bald man is not something he can afford to mess with. Under that fat fat, there is a demon from hell hiding!

…

canteen.

To prepare a meal, find a corner where no one is and sit down and eat.

Chu Feng didn't want to interact with anyone because there was no need. His goal is to survive and become stronger. He will leave this world in thirty days, and there is no point in extra social interaction.

However, his withdrawn behavior seemed to offend some people.

In a place like prison, there are serious cliques. If you don't join, you are the enemy.

Three tall, strong white men had been stealing glances at Chu Feng. After communicating for a while, they put down their tableware and walked towards Chu Feng.

Chu Feng calmly put the last piece of synthetic meat into his mouth, then hid the plastic knife under the table and rubbed it gently.

"Hey, Oriental, you look pretty young?"

"I'm asking you, are you deaf?"

The big man started to push me when he came up, which was very unfriendly.

The surrounding prisoners didn't want to cause trouble, so they stayed away with their plates.

Chu Feng replied expressionlessly: "If you have something to say, say it, and if you have something to say, let it go."

Bang!

The big man slapped the dinner plate on the table and flew it away.

"Boy, I think you don't want to live anymore!"

The sound of the dinner plate falling to the ground attracted a lot of attention.

The prisoners all looked like they were watching a good show. This was a prison, and the prison had its own rules of survival. UU reading www. uukanshu.net

Private fights are normal.

The strange thing is that after a conflict usually occurs, the prison guards who are supposed to stop them have not made any move.

"Who sent you?"

Chu Feng sat as if he were a mountain, rubbing his fingers quickly and getting hot.

Plastic tableware must be sharp enough to pierce skin and muscle tissue.

"Get out, we are going to teach you, a mudblood, how to respect the noble German!"

The person behind him pulled Chu Feng's stool.

But Chu Feng did not fall, but stood firmly on the spot.

"Forehead……"

When the big man was stunned, Chu Feng suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with madness.

A wisp of cold light passed across the big man's neck from left to right.

…

Da da da.

Leather shoes are crisp and pleasant as you walk on the metal corridor.

Wolfgang's face was gloomy. He had originally prepared several outstanding family members to participate in this selection, but unfortunately, they were all killed in the carriage by an unexpected explosion.

The one who caused the explosion was that damn Oriental!

"Damn it!"

Wolfgang slapped the guardrail hard, looked through the second-floor window to the canteen on the first floor, and suddenly his pupils shrank.

canteen.

You can hear the needle drop.

The prisoners who wanted to eat through the fight were stunned and grabbed their knives and forks, forgetting to put them in their mouths. Everyone was looking in the same direction.

Horror, horror, fear...

Different expressions.

Where their eyes met, bright red liquid spread all over the floor, and the blood-stained devil was grinning ferociously in purgatory.

Under its feet are three noble Germans.

[Countdown to return: 24 days]