Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 12 Special Rewards
What was that trick called?

Fu Qian looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and took a long breath.

That skill that has never had a chance to be used.

[Visceral crit]

【Find the right opportunity, go through the wound and directly injure the opponent's internal organs, inflicting devastating damage. 】

Without hesitation, he put his hand in along the wound under the ribs.

The warm touch came, and the five fingers twisted and stretched like bloodthirsty snakes.

Countless tiny tentacles and long whiskers grew crazily, penetrating into the flesh and blood and tightly fused together.

Give!I!die!
The right hand was clenched suddenly, and the visceral crit was launched.

Amidst the blood splatter all over the sky, Fu Qian felt that his flesh and soul were hollowed out by this blow.

[San value minus 1]

[San value minus 1]

[San value minus 1]

……

A small whimper filled his brain, tearing at his consciousness.

A series of warnings that the san value decreased frantically appeared, and it stopped after losing 7 points.

The whimpering also disappeared.

call!
It should be really done this time, Fu Qian let out a sigh of relief.

Raising his head, under the horrified and inexplicable eyes of the captain and Su Gao, Fu Qian raised his eyebrows and stood with his hands behind his back, as if he was a master.

[Containment conditions achieved, number 2-133 successfully contained]

The reminder of successful containment came, the scene in front of him quickly dissipated, and Fu Qian returned to the warehouse again.

【mission completed】

[Evaluation: God blocks and kills God]

[Congratulations, you not only successfully prevented the descendant of the evil god from descending, but even caused irreparable damage to it with your own hands. This is an incredible feat.

You taught the gods a lesson in mortal body, the name of the crazy and calm villain is yours.

This accident caused huge casualties, and even led to the downfall of members of the Night Watchman. The Night Watchman paid great attention to this, and the relevant information was strictly sealed. 】

[Killing enemies: Heirs of evil gods, maggots*22]

[Reward: san value +31; inspiration +5]

[Special Kill Reward: Thugs]

[Do you want to replay the event review? 】

Finally finished!
In the warehouse, the previous vision has disappeared.

While Fu Qian breathed a sigh of relief, his first reaction was to reach out and touch his stomach.

That visceral crit was really impressive.

After confirming that all the normal parts are still there, I finally started to check my rewards before paying.

【God blocks and kills God】

This evaluation is a bit powerful, mainly due to his feat of killing gods.

Killing this piece clearly counted the number of maggots.

Combined with the increase in san value, it seems that it is still useful to count the number of kills in it before.

This time, the san value was a heavy loss, and it is good to have additional supplements. With this reward, the san value now has 43 points.

The inspiration actually added another 5, I don't know what I will see next time.

However, apart from these, there is only one reward for the main event, isn't it unreasonable?
Fu Qian frowned and turned to his special kill reward.

[Thug: Extraordinary form, consumable, after use, you will be upgraded to this form, and this process is irreversible. 】

[Strong body and fast speed allow you to completely get rid of the limitations of the human body and change the essence of life (flesh and blood are weak, flesh and blood are soaring)]

This……

Fu Qian was stunned for a rare moment.

Extraordinary form?
This title is really hard not to remind people of a transcendent.

Thinking of his four former Nightman teammates, Fu Qian was deeply impressed by the terrifying knife light of the white porcelain girl Su Gao.

The speed and damage are by no means what a sword master can describe, it is the power that belongs exclusively to the extraordinary.

If I understand correctly, this thing can change itself to be like them?
You don't have to do anything, just use it and you will become a superman right away?
There is such a good thing!

But still be careful, after all, the process is irreversible.

Fu Qian rubbed his chin with his hand and hesitated for about two seconds.

[Warning, the item will disappear after use, are you sure to use it? 】

"confirm!"

It is impossible to give up this kind of opportunity.

Besides, after working so hard for so long, wouldn't it be a waste of time if I didn't use myself?
Following Fu Qian's confirmation, a warm current rushed into his body.

The next moment, the blood in the whole body seemed to be boiling.

The heart is like an overclocked motor, and it starts beating crazily, accompanied by the rapid contraction and expansion of the muscles all over the body.

After a long time, Fu Qian opened his eyes, his heartbeat had returned to normal, and his body was filled with unprecedented strength.

Fu Qian tried to make a fist, and he could feel the muscles on his arm twisted like steel wires.

He is no longer an ordinary person, and the feeling in his heart made Fu Qian clearly realize this.

It's really a good thing, it's worthy of being a reward after killing gods.

In the future, the chances of winning the task will be much higher.

[Today's work content is completed, thank you for your efforts]

[You can leave the warehouse now, see you tomorrow]

A reminder sounded, and Fu Qian took off his work card.

Really a bit exhausted!
Today's work content is far more difficult than imagined, and it also consumes a lot of effort.

The scenery in front of my eyes changed, and I returned to the familiar home again.

Fu Qian shook his head, and quickly realized that he hadn't eaten today.

He was hesitating whether to simply cook noodles or order a takeaway as a reward, when Fu Qian suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He lowered his head and looked, the clothes that used to fit him were actually being tightly collapsed on his body, and the buttons seemed to be overwhelmed.

……

Realizing something, Fuqian ran directly into the bathroom.

The self in the mirror is both familiar and strange.

The body that was originally a little thin now swelled a lot as if it was inflated.

Smooth lines, perfect body shape, and sharp muscles.

Every gesture is full of explosive power.

The rewards obtained in the scene can actually be brought out!

What kind of job did I take on!
I washed my face before paying to calm myself down.

Although the title is a thug, fortunately he didn't become full of beards, and even his skin looked more delicate and smooth.

Sure enough, thugs in suits are popular now?
Coming out of the bathroom, Fu Qian thought a little bit, and pointed his finger at a bottle of mineral water on the table.

Snapped!
Water splashes everywhere.

A large hole was shot out of the mineral water bottle by an invisible air bullet, and the water flowed all over the table.

All sounds are silent.

What would you do if you were suddenly not human?
I hadn't really thought about this before paying.

If it is said that the 3 yuan in the account every day saved him from the fate of eating dirt, and thus changed his concept of money.

That incarnation of a thug made him change his concept of life.

This change was so great that it took him a whole hamburger to digest this reality.

Taking a big sip of Bing Kuo Le, Fu Qian looked at the men and women in McDonald's, filled with emotion.

It's his habit to eat junk food after a busy day.

It was full of indulgent and decadent satisfaction, and it felt so good!
Ever since he was a child, Fu Qian has always been a deviant kind of person, otherwise he wouldn't have confused himself into such a poor and destitute person.

But no matter what, the pressure of survival is still there, and I have to run around to make a living.

Now suddenly the pressure of survival is gone, not even human beings.

Think about it carefully, is this feeling of losing your purpose in life really happy?

Yes, it was a blast.

Fu Qian answered himself without hesitation.

Although he is also a freelancer, he has nothing to do with those literary and artistic youths who are sad.

He is a pragmatic person and doesn't like those hypocritical thinking.

Ask him to choose another ten thousand times, and he will always give the same answer.

There is nothing more valuable than more options.

Just as he was lamenting about his life, the cell phone he put on the table suddenly rang.

(End of this chapter)