My Private Marvel System

Cocoa beans may be the first attempt to evolve, so there is no need to say anything about beauty, just like a polygonal body with edges and corners.

"Really? But I think your figure is like a bamboo pole... In some cases, there is a skeleton soldier alone!" The quarrel was interrupted, and the two quickly rushed to the skeleton soldier.

Compared with the chaos at the beginning, the two gradually got a touch of tactics after working together a few times. Slowly approach the prey with a circular fulcrum, and the thick and strong bone rods locate the joints and knock them hard. Everything is that simple.

"Wow!"

This was not the sound of bone sticks hitting the joints. At the same time that this thought flashed through Dole's mind, his body leaped directly to the side because of force.

The cocoa beans did not attack the enemy either, and the open and closed jaws made him look funny. You must know that unlike Dole, Cocoa is not like that dwarf at this time, but a strong skeleton soldier with a height of about 1.8 meters and a thick bone armor like excrement on his body.

The faint copper color on the body seemed to be immersed in the bones, full of a firm beauty.

The opponent was just a gray skeleton soldier who didn't even have a bronze color, but he easily escaped the sneak attack by the two.

What a surprisingly medium-sized, cookie-cutter skeleton body. The only thing worth noting is that the soul flame in this guy's eyes beats very regularly, as if watching them.

"I think it seems to be looking at us. Isn't the skeleton soldier a brainless creature? When did you learn to observe?"

The two got together and whispered about the unique skeleton soldier in front of them.

Without discussing any good ideas, the two decided to act again.

"Wow!"

The bone rod failed again, and this time the skeleton soldier seemed to have been prepared, and suddenly put on a starting position.

The two looked at each other in shock, and a bad feeling arose.

"Small~! Heart~!!!"

The cocoa bean's voice suddenly stretched. It's like a super slow playback in a movie scene with a winding tail.

Dole only felt that the cocoa beans were moving away from him quickly, and the sound of wind passing quickly in his ears.

"I've been attacked?!"

This thought flashed through his mind, and Dole hit a pile of dry bones. A few bounces and tumbling stopped the momentum.

Fortunately, there are bones all over his body, and Dole just felt his head vibrate. Shaking his head, he stood up again.

"Hiss~! Live to hell!!"

There was only a very slight crack in the chest, but an unconventional round hole appeared on the back: "Damn it, do you fight the cows across the mountain? Is this guy Bruce Lee? You never heard that Bruce Lee will fight the cows across the mountain."

Dole's fingertips swept across the hole in the back, and he could even feel the burning sensation above.

"Damn it, isn't this guy also a superhero?" Dole looked at the opponent, and was stunned again: "This trick is violent!" It is indeed a very violent attack method, hitting Dole. After flying, the opponent's hand bones and arm bones were also broken into scum.

The gray skeleton stared at his disappearing right arm in a daze. As if trying to remember something.

"Did we just stare at each other like this or knock it into dog food?"

Cocoa wanted to leave here, but the gray skeleton moved too fast. It seems that it is not made up of a pile of bones, but a strong and powerful warrior. Cocoa is sure that he is not mistaken. Its soul flame just now boiled and burned onto its arms, like a fire filled with gasoline, suddenly exploding with power that its arms could not bear.

This secret technique is mouthwatering, like a piece of cheese on a mouse trap, deadly and seductive.

"If we can't even do a'left-handed', we might as well go home and knit a sweater." Dole fingered the empty right arm of the one-armed skeleton. Indicate that the other party is already a disabled person.

Cocoa did not continue to talk nonsense, tightening the bone stick in his hand, and cautiously approaching the weird gray skeleton.

The two looked at each other. The hungry tiger slammed the joints of the gray skeleton soldier like a sheep!

The other party seemed to have been immersed in the memories, and the soul flame beat extremely slowly.

There was a sense of vibration from the bone stick, and Dole was overjoyed, knowing that he had hit the opponent. Immediately, this sense of vibration quickly transformed into a rebound attack that Dole could not understand. The bone rod was like a cola stick, and it shattered instantly!

"Damn it! This is not a friendly gesture!"

With empty hands and no weapons to rely on, Dalton was a little flustered. Fortunately, there are cocoa beans next to it. This guy actually took advantage of the time Dole was attacked, and hit the crotch between the opponent's legs! !

The gray skeleton that was attacked to the center of the crotch was stunned again. He seemed to be wondering about something, or trying to remember what kind of reaction he should make at this time.

The cocoa beans roared. He jumped up again: "What are you still doing? Are you waiting for the other party to invite you to drink coffee?" The bone stick swept across this time, the other party tilted his head slightly, and stiffly avoided the fatal attack.

Dole gave a sharp look and pounced on the opponent fiercely, without weapons and hands, breaking off the opponent's two ribs like a building block.

The battle went horribly, at least Dole felt it was tragic.

Having scrapped two thick bone sticks, Dole's lower body was directly blasted into dog food by the opponent. The cocoa bean's bone armor, which looked like excrement, also became something like mashed potatoes.

"This is our gain?"

"I think so, and I scored twice."

Cocoa poked his butt, as cautiously as he was splitting the family property, for fear of being taken advantage of by the other party.

"laugh!"

The two groups of souls as big as walnuts shook slightly, and they were so frightened that they hurriedly smoked.

"Ding! The repair time is reduced by 0.3 days and the mental value increased by 0.06 units! Obtained "Highland Physical Art"!"

The intermittent memory fragments slowly flooded into Dole's head. It turned out that this guy was a survivor of a highland in another world. Iron ore is scarce where they live, so in order to resist foreign enemies, they can only study physical breakthroughs. Long-term exercise and study allowed them to obtain the inheritance of physical skills unique to the highland survivors.

Saying hello to Cocoa, Dole left the dark origin space with his brain full of "Highland Physical Skills".

........

"Ding! It will take 266 days to repair the system!"

After checking the repair progress, Dole examined his physical attributes.

After the disaster, Dole's physical attributes and skills were all wiped out. Fortunately, the attribute value that was left to Dole's average adult did not become a real waste.

Strength: 1

Agility: 1

Spirit: 1.33

The soul body in the dark source space can gain spiritual value, but because the body cannot enter, the strength value and agility value have not changed.

Recalling for a while, "Highland Physical Skills" appeared in my mind intact.

In order to resist the persecution of wizards and grudge warriors, those highland survivors can only use all the favorable factors around them to enhance their strength. So their physique is different from the silly muscle-training madman in the imagination, but uses the power of the soul to exercise the body.

Relying on the soul to stimulate the body's potential, stimulate the coordination of muscles and thinking..

No wonder the gray skeleton soldier is so weak, yet able to explode such a powerful attack.

"Soul?"

Dole muttered in a low voice while lying on the bed, involuntarily immersed in the perception of "Highland Physical Art".

Because it directly absorbed the soul of the other party, in addition to the "Highland Body Art" itself, there are also some skills and experience about body art practice.

It’s a wonderful feeling that is no longer directly instilled by the system. The previous skill Dole can only be used, but does not know how it works. Now it's like giving an analysis diagram, allowing Dole to intuitively understand the role and principle of physical surgery.

The chirping sparrow seems to be unable to get down for a moment, standing on the branches and screaming.

Several Jewish women under the tree are holding a small-scale prayer ceremony, their pious expressions shining in the sun.

"Tuk Tuk"

There was a polite but somewhat eager knock on the door, and only Patty knocked like this at home.

"Doll, are you awake? We are going to wash little Tifa!" The excitement in Patty's voice can be felt even through the wooden door.

Dole regained his senses from the physical skills and quickly dressed.

"bump!"

Patty obviously didn't have the habit of waiting, and went straight in.

"Ah! Why are you not dressed yet?!"

The adolescent girl was full of curiosity about the opposite sex, even though her cheeks were flushed with shame, Patty still stared at her body from her fingers.

"Good morning Patty, be careful to pinch your eyes through your fingers ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Dole is generously dressed, not caring about the peer's peeping gaze.

Patty simply put down the self-deceiving hands covering his face, blushing and looking directly at each other with a heartbeat: "It's such a rude way to say hello in front of a lady."

Dole is too lazy to argue with each other. Because the two often work and chat together, Dole has understood that Patty belongs to the kind of rebel among the Jews and always wants to leave here and go to the wonderful colorful world.

It is a pity that ideals are always ideals. Apart from the outsider Dole, Patty is a well-behaved Jewish girl even in the eyes of his parents.

After getting dressed, the two separated by a full two meters before they walked into the living room together.

"Good day, mother, father."

Patty sat next to her mother, just separated from her father and Dole.

Patty's father seemed to be worried today. After praying, he said in a deep voice: "Some things have happened recently, and there are some dangers in the reserved area. You'd better not get close there."

The reserved area described by Patty's father is a living area designated by the US government for Indian residents.

The Americans took away large tracts of land and wealth from the Indians 100 years ago. Polarized racial discrimination and hatred cannot be solved by simply rewarding them. (To be continued)