booktalesy Chapter 82 Improvement
Chapter 82 Improvement
Ling Kuo turned off the projector and stood in the yard for a long time with her hands behind her back.
The moonlight fell on his epaulets, bounced twice, as if it dared not linger.
The absorption efficiency of the innate Dao body is S-level.
He was not surprised by this conclusion.
However, the 20% excess increase cannot be explained by the quality of the milk, which means that either the Dao body itself has some unrecorded self-healing and optimization mechanism, or...
Ling Kuo's gaze shifted from the projection to the small figure in the center of the lawn, earnestly sculpting a screeching duck.
...Or perhaps there's something about this child that he can't see through.
But regardless, this exceptionally gifted little guy is his grandson.
He stood silently for ten seconds, then took out his communicator from his pocket and precisely pressed a number with his thumb.
It rang twice before being answered.
"Hey, rich guy?" A gruff voice came from the other end, with a metallic quality. "Surprisingly, you actually contacted me first. So, who's messed with you this time?"
"Lü Zhen."
"Get me a batch of top-grade medicine from the special operations warehouse. A12 sequence, musculoskeletal balance type. Also, add a set of neurodevelopment promoters, C7-modified version."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communicator.
"Old man, the A12 is for the military to stockpile young star beasts. The C7-improved version is even more outrageous; the entire Central Theater Command's inventory doesn't even exceed twenty sets. What do you need this for? To privately raise a young star beast?"
Ling Kuo looked at the two children who were seriously playing on the balance beam, and then recalled the chop to the neck.
A barely perceptible smile curved the corners of his lips. Hmm, a young star beast, that's about right.
"Why are you asking so many questions?"
"Alright, I won't ask anymore." Lü Zhen said decisively. "Internal transfer or private channels?"
"Just send it over."
Another silence followed.
"You're in the military compound?" Lü Zhen's tone suddenly took on a deeper meaning. "Oh, when did you get tied up in the rear? You mean that…"
"Stop talking nonsense. Deliver it to Building 3 in the East District before 10:00 AM tomorrow."
Lingkuo hung up the communicator and stuffed it back into her arms.
He glanced at Jiang Yun again. The little guy was carefully applying force, pinching the screaming duck's waist between his thumb and forefinger.
"Gah."
Crisp, short, and the duck's body showed no obvious deformation.
A perfect squeeze.
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That night.
Only moonlight and the chirping of insects remained in the courtyard.
Jiang Ren held Hao Jiajia as they slept upstairs, while Jiang Yun didn't come up. He rummaged through the storage box and took out the toys Ling Kuo had left behind, arranging them one by one under the moonlight.
Triangular building blocks. Screaming duck. Metal ball. Red bowl and blue bowl.
It's been ten days.
He sat down in the middle of the lawn, his right thumb and forefinger precisely gripping the screeching duck's waist.
Apply force slowly and deliberately.
"Gah."
Crisp, short, and the duck body was intact.
Squeeze again.
"Gah."
Thirty times in a row, the force and sound were almost exactly the same each time, like a machine copy.
Half an hour later.
The metal ball hovered steadily between the three fingertips, without rolling, falling, or touching the palm.
One hour later.
The triangular blocks went from the red bowl to the blue bowl a hundred times, and the trajectory of each time they were picked up and put down was exactly the same.
Jiang Yun exhaled a breath of stale air.
The soreness in his fingertips was much less than before. Ten days of training had brought about a qualitative transformation in the muscles and nerve endings of his hands.
The hidden sensor will pop up a notification at the right time.
[Power Control (White): 9/10 → 10/10]
[Power Control (White) → Power Control (Green)]
[Power Control (Green): Permanently increases the accuracy of one's own power output by 20%, and significantly reduces ineffective power loss]
[Control Training: 10/300 → Strength Control (Blue)]
From 5% to 20%.
Four times.
Jiang Yun's breathing quickened slightly for a moment. He stared at the line of emerald green words in his mind, looking at it over and over three times to make sure he hadn't misread it.
What does a 20 percentage point improvement in accuracy mean?
Try it and you'll see.
He stood up, stretched his wrists, and faced the ironwood tree.
The moonlight stretched his small shadow long.
He formed a knife shape with his right fingers together, his consciousness sinking into his bones. The power of the stars peeled away from his finger bones, no longer blatantly unleashed, but triggered segment by segment, like dominoes falling one after another.
This time, he could clearly feel the flow of power in every aspect.
Previously, it was like using leaky pipes to deliver water; you were lucky if 30% of the water was left by the time it reached the end user.
The pipe has now been repaired.
A star falls from the sky.
"laugh--!"
White marks and cracks appeared on the surface of the ironwood.
Bark fragments flew everywhere, clearly visible in the moonlight—the mark was nearly two inches longer and more than three times deeper than before.
But more importantly, it's about precision.
The spot he aimed at and the spot where he actually cut almost perfectly overlapped. The deviation was less than three millimeters.
From three centimeters to three millimeters.
ten times.
Jiang Yun looked at the deep white mark and slowly curled up the corners of her mouth.
Ling Kuo said last time that three centimeters is the difference between the head and the shoulders.
What about three millimeters?
It's the difference between the carotid artery and the trachea.
That's enough. For a baby not even three months old, that's enough.
He withdrew his hand, his ten fingers aching and numb. While the control over green-quality power greatly improved precision, the load on his muscles from the power itself was not reduced.
Precision is a software upgrade, while muscle is a hardware configuration.
No matter how good the software is, if the hardware can't keep up, it will overload.
"Ah Yun—?"
Jiang Ren woke up at some point and stood at the second-floor window, peeking half her head out, still sleepy-eyed.
"Why are you still out so late? Come up and go to sleep!"
Jiang Yun obediently responded and tiptoed back upstairs.
Jiang Ren pulled him into her arms gently and skillfully. Hao Jiajia was already curled up in a ball, her little fists clutching her mother's collar as usual, and she was snoring softly.
"Are you hungry? Have some to drink before you sleep."
Before Jiang Yun could answer, she had already unbuttoned her clothes and stuffed him inside.
The warm milk enters the mouth.
The abundant characteristics are in operation.
At the same time, the residual medicinal properties of the medicine drunk half a day ago were instantly catalyzed by the nourishing power of breast milk.
It's more intense than it was a few days ago.
Muscle fibers are expanding, tearing, and reorganizing. Nerve endings are growing wildly, sprouting from the ground like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, connecting and interlocking with muscle fibers one by one.
Arms, calves, waist, abdomen, back... every muscle in my body was burning hot.
It's not pain. It's an extreme tingling sensation, like being pierced by an electric current and then quickly repaired.
Then--
[Muscle Strengthening Progress: 9/10 - 10/10]
[Muscle Enhancement (White) → Muscle Enhancement (Green)]
[Muscle Enhancement (Green): Permanently increases the strength of your nerve and muscle tissue by 40%]
[Improvement Method: Advanced Nutritional Intake (0/100)]
Sixty percentage points.
Jiang Yun almost choked.
From 20% to 60%—a threefold increase in power.
He clenched his little fist slightly.
Not the same.
The speed at which the fingers close, the feedback of force, and the elasticity of the tendons are all different now.
Before, when I clenched my fist, it felt like I was holding a layer of cotton; now it feels like I'm gripping solid iron.
He wiggled his toes again, rotating his ankle. The calf muscles slid beneath the thin, baby-skinned flesh with an unprecedented fluidity.
If his body was previously like a supercomputer connected to a broken copper wire, then now it's like the broken copper wire has been replaced with fiber optic cable.
The bandwidth is sufficient.
"Sweetie, go to sleep~"
Jiang Ren gently patted his back and hummed that off-key children's song.
Tomorrow, the [Coordination Enhancement] will be upgraded; the day after tomorrow, the [Response Enhancement] will be upgraded.
There's more and more hope in things.