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It's like a lucid dream.
It was just quite coherent and unique. Soon, Ian found his destination, a bookstore buried in snow, which he could easily dig into with his hardworking hands in just half an hour.
There were hardly any people in the bookstore, not even any dead customers. Fortunately, although the books on the shelves were quite fragile, the books in the glass display cases could still be gently flipped through.
[You have read carefully and grasped some aesthetic techniques. [Student] Professional Experience Points +1]
[You have read carefully and grasped some aesthetic techniques. [Student] Professional Experience Points +1]
……
Time passed by in a fulfilling learning environment.
Ian also happened to find a still-functional revolver next to a collector's item magazine, and he immediately pointed it at his temple and pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang~"
The bullet touched his flesh, creating ripples, but it couldn't harm him in the slightest. Ian had already figured out the special nature of dreams, and this action brought him additional experience.
[You attempted to learn how to catch bullets by hand. Although the practical learning failed, you did learn some dangerous techniques. [Student] Professional Experience +3]
[You attempted to learn how to catch bullets by hand. Although the practical learning failed, you did learn some dangerous techniques. [Student] Professional Experience +3]
……
The six system notifications weren't Ian's limit, but rather the limit of his revolver magazine. It was a pity that no more bullets could be found nearby, otherwise Ian would have been very grateful for nature's gift—a full eighteen experience points, which would have taken him a long time to gain. It proved that only by being ruthless could one get ahead.
“I still feel unsatisfied.”
Ian provided himself with a voiceover.
I've said that before.
His experience gain criteria for the [Student] profession are very flexible, which is why he feels that his system panel is like an unfinished game.
It's not that there are many bugs, but rather that there aren't many restrictions.
"See you tomorrow night, Miss who doesn't like wearing underwear." Ian put down his personal photo album, estimated the time of his return, and moved a table to the entrance of the bookstore.
Although there was no coffee or cakes, the bookstore naturally had plenty of pictures of those two items, and Ian cut out several of them and placed them on the small table in front of him.
When people get bored to a certain extent, they do become a little more abstract. However, Ian thinks this is a kind of ritual. He would be bored to death every night if he didn't have any activities to pass the time.
A world of utter desolation.
Isn't it just a dull, dark little room?
Outside the dog hole Ian had dug, snowflakes were falling, and it was unusually quiet, except for the occasional icicle that broke off from the sign and stuck into the snowdrift with a crisp sound.
"Boom!"
Well, the sudden noise wasn't crisp, but it was very loud, and the ground even trembled a little like muffled thunder, which really startled Ian, who was used to silence.
The sudden commotion was intense and muffled; it was definitely not the sound of icicles falling to the ground, but rather like a mountain collapsing and crashing heavily onto the ground!
"Holy crap, something really fell from the sky?" Ian snapped out of his daze and quickly stood up, skillfully crawling out through the dog hole he had dug out by the front door.
on the street.
The gale, carrying ice shards, was still howling.
I saw.
In Ian's incredulous, wide-eyed gaze, a figure as large as a small mountain was reflected—the culprit that had fallen from the sky with a dull thud.
A green giant, just like this world, completely frozen in ice and snow!
Chapter 5 Bizarre! The Path to the Extraordinary!
The Hulk is very, very big.
His physique looks like a short, chubby half of Ultraman.
Ian wondered if he might have "logged in" to a future day in his dream, and he also wondered if he had been affected by some kind of magical curse, resulting in a fixed period of cosmic exile.
however.
He never expected that this apocalyptic world was actually on the same level as the DC universe he lived in, and that he would actually see the Hulk's corpse in this world!
Yes, the Hulk.
That famous American comic book character who grows bigger and green when he gets angry, and is said to have unlimited power, shouldn't exist in Ian's second life.
"Oh, Father... Is it really not my eyes that are blind?" Ian's throat bobbed a few times, and he felt a bizarre and absurd emotion rushing to the top of his head.
Is this the Marvel universe?
Do not!
It's not entirely the Marvel universe!
The Hulk's enormous body was like a small mountain, his skin was a cold bluish-green, his muscles were still bulging, and his hands were still raised high even as he landed on his back.
It was the thing trembling between the Hulk's hands in the cold wind that kept Ian from fully recovering from the shock of the Hulk's corpse.
Who wouldn't find this situation bizarre?
I saw.
The Hulk, with a large hole in his chest, still had his hands clenched tightly as he raised them to the sky, while his left hand was holding a head with blond hair.
The blond-haired man's eyes were wide open, his face filled with resentment and anger. The veins on his neck and the torn skin were clearly visible, swaying in the wind like his blond hair.
The Hulk's other hand gripped the torso of the head. The muscular wreckage was dressed in a dark blue uniform, with the American flag, representing American honor, on its back.
Isn't that Homelander from Ian's favorite TV series, The Boys?
Hulk and Homelander?
Two completely unrelated characters, their corpses suddenly appearing before Ian's eyes. Ian no longer wanted to think about what had happened, or what had happened between the two men before they died that led to the world becoming what it is today.
"I'm afraid I'm not really just dreaming, and I can indeed learn and level up in my dreams."
Ian felt this was all too surreal. To be honest, it was insane! He just wanted to find a reliable doctor and have a few treatment packages tailored to his needs.
Really.
Ian is afraid that without taking several kilograms of medicine, he won't be able to control his condition!
"Which is more likely, me being a madman or the world being mad? It's such a difficult question to answer," Ian couldn't help but let his mind wander.
He slowly approached the enormous green creature.
The ice and snow around the Hulk were smashed into a huge crater. Ian struggled to touch the Hulk's skin, as he was only curious about the feel of the creature's corpse.
however.
As his hand touched the green man's already congealed green blood.
next moment.
The system's voice suddenly rang in my ears.
[You have come into contact with an unknown extraordinary substance. A new job template has been unlocked. You can obtain a modified extraordinary job—[Berserker]—by fulfilling the necessary conditions for job acquisition.]
really.
This system is increasingly resembling a game system.
After hearing the notification from his system, Ian only paused for a brief second before not immediately checking the requirements for obtaining the [Berserker] class.
“What a strange connection I have with my father!” Ian’s gaze was fixed on Homelander, who was being held high in the air by the Hulk’s corpse, his body now truly in a state of “plasmolysis.”
He was like a skinny little monkey on steroids, using all his strength to climb onto the Hulk's chest, and then he planned to use the Hulk's arm as a tree trunk to climb toward Homelander's mutilated body.
It just goes to show that young people think fast. If the Hulk's blood can unlock a template for an extraordinary profession, then Ian believes that the blood from Homelander's remains will definitely have the same effect!
He wants the Berserker class!
He also wants the extraordinary career that Homelander can offer!
Perhaps the extraordinary career brought by the Homelanders could even bring Ian closer to his family! Just thinking about it made Ian incredibly excited, his whole body seemingly overflowing with adrenaline.
He struggled to climb up the Hulk's arm.
"Bah~"
The drawback of only reading books and not exercising was exposed at this moment. Because of the ice crystals on the Hulk's body, Ian's strength could only support him to climb two or three meters higher at most.
He then fell down as smoothly as if he were lying on a steel pipe coated with lubricant.
"I don't believe it anymore!"
Ian continued climbing.
"Bah~"
This time, he fell down before he even climbed three meters high.
"For the sake of the family!"
Ian sprinted again and leaped up, scrambling upwards with his hands and feet, but his shouts did not give him any amazing strength, and he only climbed to about a third of the way up the Hulk's arm.
"Bah~"
The familiar decline continues.
Ian's muscles in his hands and feet were completely drained to the limit this time.
It hurts so much.
Ian plopped down on the Hulk's cold chest muscles, his eyes filled with resentment and confusion. He felt this was illogical; he had already raised the banner of the family high, so why hadn't he unleashed his full potential?
"As expected! I still haven't fully integrated into the local life!" Ian shook his aching arm with some helplessness, and looked up at the remains of Homelander high in the sky with some reluctance.
"Giving up is not running away! It's just us waiting to see what happens tomorrow!" Ian was always very precise when it came to timing, and sure enough, he had just finished making his bold statement.
next moment.
“Ding~~~~”
The first heavy chime exploded in my ears. The sound was like the echo of an ancient church, carrying an irresistible force, as if the whole world was twisting and dissolving in the sound of the bell.
Ian's soul trembled.
An uncontrollable fear and terror surged within me.