mchenry-crisis.org Chapter 1 Killing System
Chapter 1 Killing System
At the training ground of Anning City No. 3 Martial Arts High School, Song Chen folded the registration form and put it in his pocket, letting out a long breath.
After waiting for three months, I was finally able to leave the city.
If he doesn't leave the city soon, the killing system in his mind will rot away in this base city along with him.
Three months ago, Song Chen awakened the standard equipment for transmigrators: a killing system.
The system is very powerful, allowing you to exchange for all sorts of amazing rewards. Getting just one of them can change your destiny, but there's a prerequisite: you can only gain kill points by killing high-level life forms.
Killing chickens is useless, killing ducks is useless, we must kill those mutated beasts outside the city that have absorbed spiritual energy.
However, Song Chen's Qi and Blood value was only 0.6, not even a martial artist, so the base city wouldn't let him leave the city.
It took him three whole months to finally get the chance to leave the city.
The martial arts college entrance examination is just one month away, and practical combat assessment is a key part of it, so the school organizes students to go off-campus for practical combat.
Song Chen promptly signed up.
A crisp sound came from behind.
"Song Chen, your Qi and Blood value is only 0.6. You haven't even touched the threshold of a martial artist, yet you've signed up for combat training?"
"This is no joke. The area outside the city is teeming with strange beasts. People can really die here."
Lin Qingxue handed Song Chen the report card from the last school test. The glaring "0.6" on it seemed like a silent mockery.
Song Chen picked up his coat from the ground, dusted it off, and said nonchalantly, "I know."
"You know?"
Lin Qingxue took a step forward, blocking his way.
Do you know how many strange beasts are outside the city?
"First-tier, second-tier, and even third-tier beings exist. Do you know how many people died in the last training course?"
Song Chen looked at her. Lin Qingxue was a famous beauty in the class, with a tall figure and beautiful features.
At this moment, her delicate face was full of anxiety, and her eyes were even a little red.
Unfortunately, Song Chen isn't the kind of person who would change his mind just because a beautiful woman says a few words.
"Qingxue, move aside."
"you……"
Lin Qingxue was speechless after hearing this.
"Hey, isn't this our class's top student in practical skills?"
A sarcastic voice came from the side.
Zhao Wei swaggered over with two henchmen.
"I heard you signed up for a practical training program outside the city?"
He walked closer, sizing Song Chen up and down, deliberately emphasizing the words "practical training": "Qi and blood value 0.6, not even a martial artist, are you going to deliver takeout to alien beasts?"
His two henchmen immediately burst into laughter.
Lin Qingxue frowned: "Zhao Wei, say less."
"Oh, Qingxue has spoken, so I have to give her face."
Zhao Wei said this, but his feet didn't move. Instead, he took a step forward and lowered his voice to say to Song Chen, "Song Chen, do you think this is still just playing house in class?"
"Those strange beasts outside the city won't treat you kindly just because you're good at martial arts. Their health and mana are what they are; even if you master your martial arts to the highest level, what can they do?"
"Oh, by the way, come back alive. I'm looking forward to sparring with you again someday."
These words sounded sarcastic, but Song Chen understood them.
Although his health and vitality are low, his combat ability is extremely strong, which is the result of countless days and nights of hard training.
Three months ago, in the practical assessment, Song Chen defeated Zhao Wei, whose health and vitality were far superior to his own, in just a few moves in front of the whole class, which was incredibly embarrassing.
From that moment on, Zhao Wei hated him to the core.
"Are you done talking?"
Song Chen finally spoke, his tone very calm.
Zhao Wei was taken aback.
"Get out of here after you've said that."
Song Chen pushed him away and walked out without looking back.
"you!"
Zhao Wei gritted his teeth, staring at Song Chen's back, a sinister glint in his eyes.
He suddenly came to his senses and realized that he was probably no match for Song Chen at all.
"Okay, I'll wait."
"I want to see how a piece of trash with a rating of 0.6 comes back alive."
Song Chen walked out of the training ground and headed home along the streets of the base city.
The sky had already darkened, but the streets were still brightly lit.
The signs for various martial arts schools, gene enhancement shops, and superpower awakening centers are dazzling.
People dressed in combat uniforms, wearing martial arts badges on their chests, walked past him from time to time, their steps hurried.
Song Chen looked up at the sky.
Countless tiny specks of light flowed slowly across the sky; those were psionic particles.
Fifty years ago, a meteorite fell into the depths of the Pacific Ocean, releasing an endless stream of psionic particles.
Thus began the era of martial arts.
To become a first-tier martial artist, the most basic requirement is to have a health value of 1.0.
Song Chen's 0.6 is far too low.
It takes an hour to get home from the training ground.
For the first half hour, the streets were lined with clean asphalt roads and neat streetlights.
Several gene therapy specialty stores line the street, their glass windows displaying various test tubes, the smallest of which is priced with four zeros after the price tag.
In the next half hour, the road surface began to become uneven and potholed, and a third of the streetlights were broken.
Unidentified wild grass sprouted from the cracks in the ground.
The buildings on both sides became increasingly low and dilapidated, with the walls covered with all sorts of little GG stickers.
"We offer high prices for the life cores of alien beasts, with fair and honest pricing."
"Tier 1 Qi and Blood Potion, original price 88888, now 8888, first come first served."
"Martial arts school is recruiting students. We guarantee you'll pass the martial arts college entrance exam, or your money back."
……
Song Chen walked among these guys, finally turning into an alley and stopping in front of a six-story building at the end.
The hallway lights had been broken for a long time and no one had repaired them. He climbed up to the fifth floor, took out his key, and opened the door.
The moment the door opened, Song Chen sensed something was wrong.
The lights were off inside, but a figure was sitting at the dining table.
The hum of the range hood and the sizzling of stir-frying came from the kitchen, and a familiar aroma wafted out—it was my mom's braised pork.
Song Chen stood at the door, her hand still on the doorknob.
"Come in and close the door."
A voice came from the darkness; it was Song Zhengye, the father.
Song Chen closed the door and turned on the light.
The lights illuminated the cramped living room.
In a space of just over ten square meters, the dining table, sofa, and TV cabinet are crammed together.
On the wall hang photos of him as a child, and a photo of his parents when they were young.
At that time, they were wearing standard combat uniforms, full of vigor, with warrior badges pinned to their chests.
Now, those badges have long since been hidden away somewhere.
Father Song Zhengye sat at the dining table with a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) and an enamel mug in front of him; the mug was already half empty.
Mother Li Xiuying poked her head out of the kitchen, still holding a spatula in her hand.
She glanced at Song Chen, said nothing, and went back to the kitchen to continue cooking.
Song Chen hung his coat on the hook by the door, walked to the dining table and sat down: "Dad."
Song Zhengye hummed in agreement, picked up his enamel cup, took a sip, and didn't look at him.
The atmosphere was off, extremely off, completely different from usual.
Just as Song Chen was about to ask a question, her mother came out carrying two plates of food.
A plate of braised pork and a plate of stir-fried shredded potatoes, both of which are his favorite dishes.
She set the dishes on the table, served rice, and then sat down opposite him.
Three people, one table, three bowls of rice.
No one touched their chopsticks, and no one spoke.
After a long silence, Li Xiuying broke the silence.
She lowered her voice to a whisper, as if she were telling a secret: "Your homeroom teacher called and said you signed up for the combat training outside the city."
Song Chen paused for a moment with his chopsticks.
"When did this happen?"
"just."
Li Xiuying looked at Song Chen, her eyes already red: "Your homeroom teacher specifically called to warn you that this training is very dangerous, and there have been accidents in previous years."
"Xiao Chen, tell Mom the truth, what are you really thinking?"
Song Chen remained silent.
Li Xiuying's voice trembled slightly: "Your Qi and Blood value is only 0.6, you're not even a martial artist. Even a first-tier beast outside the city could kill you with a single slap. You're not..."
She couldn't bring herself to say the word "death".