Chapter 0001 Mysterious World

Darkness is like an abyss, devouring everything and gazing at all things.

A cold wind blew by.

Zhuang Wuming woke up with a terrifying shock and entered a dark room.

Years of training made him quickly get up, feeling puzzled. Surrounded by old walls, the paint on the walls was already covered in cracks, and the floor tiles were also shattered.

As he fell to the ground with his feet, a cloud of dust swept up from the bed and floor, causing him to cover his nose and stand at the window.

Pushing open the window, avoiding the invasion of dust, looking puzzled but not panicked.

Glancing over the room, he paused slightly and said, "Oh, this is my room. What's going on?"

Looking at the desk a few meters away, his books were placed on it, now covered in dust, as if decades had passed.

With a puzzled expression on his face, "What's going on? Time flies?"

After several question marks, Zhuang Wuming felt something terrible had happened to him, but also a hint of excitement. Perhaps he had encountered a legendary adventure.

Just as he was puzzled and excited, a shout came from outside the window.

"Help, is there anyone? Help me."

A panicked scream came from outside, awakening the contemplative Zhuang Wuming.

He hid on the side of the window and saw through it the situation on the old street outside.

A figure stumbled and rushed over.

The figure is very disheveled, running in a panic, not chaotic, and about to fall a few times.

He was chasing a figure behind him, with a short stature and fast speed.

This person saw a courtyard with a wide open door, his face lit up with joy, and suddenly rushed into the small courtyard.

Turn around and close the door, blocking the pursuer behind you.

But the short pursuer behind him did not stop at all, and rushed forward in a daze, fiercely colliding with the door.

With a loud bang, the door shattered.

The person who was closing the door was thrown away by a huge force.

A black monster stood at the door, with a pair of bat wings growing behind it, standing at a height of about 1.2 meters. Its muscles were bulging all over, and its body was red.

A ferocious face, with a bloody mouth covered in sharp teeth, and a crimson tongue licking the corners of the mouth.

A feeling of appetite came to Zhuang Wuming's mind, and he was by no means a kind character.

Looking at this mysterious monster, Zhuang Wuming was stunned.

A dreamy light blue interface appeared, with a lot of text floating on it.

Birthplace: Dream World

Race: Night Demon

Biological level: Evil level conventional

Attributes: Strength 1, Constitution 0.5, Speed 0.5, Endurance 0.7, Will 0.1

Skill: Throw Steel Fork (Basic: Instantly unleash 1.2 times strength and speed)

"Is this a game attribute template? What's going on?"

Chaotic thoughts flashed through my heart, and at this moment, the person who was thrown into the hospital had already let out a scream.

Looking up, I saw that at some point, the Night Demon threw out his steel fork and pierced the man's chest from behind, firmly nailing him to the ground.

Blood flowed all over the ground, and the person's whole body twitched and struggled to the brink of death.

Looking at the humans nailed to the ground by the Night Demon Steel Fork, Zhuang Wuming's eyes were once again filled with new data.

Birthplace: Main World

Race: Human

Name: Lei Fan

Biological level: Evil level conventional

Attributes: Strength 0.4, Constitution 0.3, Speed 0.3, Endurance 0.3, Will 0.1

Skill: None.

Looking at the man's attributes, Zhuang Wuming frowned and said, "He's really weak, not even one-third of this night demon."

"Penetrating and stabbing, dead. No one can save you."

Zhuang Wuming compared two different sets of data in his mind and was lost in thought.

"Look at their attribute display, this is a place called the Dream World."

"But how could I appear in such a place?"

"There are non-human monsters appearing here, it looks very dangerous. I need to be careful, otherwise that guy outside will be my fate."

The person named Lei Fan let out another mournful scream, which alarmed Zhuang Wuming and attracted his gaze.

Standing behind the window on the second floor, watching the tragedy happening in the courtyard below, the night demon walked up to Lei Fan's back and grabbed his hind leg, pulling it hard.

Puxi.

Blood splattered, and half of the night demon's body was stained red with blood. It seemed very excited and extended its tongue, which was half a foot long, to clean up the blood on its arms.

Biting on the broken leg in his hand, tearing at the bloody muscles, he was very excited.

After his right leg was torn off, Lei Fan's whole body convulsed, blood raging, and his eyes lost their luster in despair.

A living person died before his eyes, and Zhuang Wuming felt a nauseating sensation churning in his stomach. Watching the night demon devour human flesh, he felt an inexplicable anger rise.

However, he was not impulsive. His previous military career made him very calm: "Everything in this world is unknown, I cannot be impulsive."

His gaze fell on himself, and a patch of attribute data appeared in front of him.

Birthplace: Main World

Race: Human

Name: Zhuang Wuming

Level: Evil Regular

Attributes: Strength 0.8, Constitution 0.8, Speed 0.7, Endurance 1, Will 1

Intrinsic Skill: The first level of "Eight Extremes Fist" - Bone and Meat External Appearance: Control of Muscle and Bone Strength 100% (Perfect)

Active Skill: None

Looking at my own attributes, I was surprised and said, "My attributes are not much different from those of that night demon, there are some differences."

"It's a bit interesting that the 'Eight Extremes Fist' I learned from a young age is actually classified as a skill."

"Bang Bang Bang"

And just as he was checking his attributes, footsteps sounded on the stairs outside.

Startled, looking out the window, the night demon was no longer there.

Listening to the footsteps, it seems that we have entered the building and searched for any other creatures.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "There is a way in heaven, you won't go, and there is no door in hell, you come and join."

Taking a step behind his own door, the Night Demon will launch the strongest attack as soon as he enters the room, striving to kill this eerie monster in one fell swoop.

Slowly breathing flat, Zhuang Wuming's eyes narrowed slightly, entering a state of tranquility.

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The achievements of more than a decade of practicing boxing have mobilized the muscles and bones of the body, accumulating strength and ready to go.

Once an outbreak occurs, it is a flash flood that cannot be stopped.

The sound of footsteps kept ringing on the stairs, steel forks touching the ground, and the sound of walls colliding echoed.

Upon careful listening, it can be observed that this night demon is just searching in boredom and not being too careful.

"Without vigilance, it's a good thing."

Bang!

The door of Zhuang Wuming's room was kicked open, and standing behind the door, his face froze, and his whole body's strength became more concentrated.

A short figure stretched out its head from outside the door and looked into the room. Its nose sniffed it, as if it had sensed something, and its red eyes showed excitement.

Carrying a steel fork and swaying excitedly, he walked into the room.

Zhuang Wuming's eyes closed slightly, and he looked ahead with the remaining light. There, a figure appeared and crossed the door into the house.

Hoo!

A strong wind rose from the ground, and a clenched fist rushed towards the back of the figure's head.

Fist is like a cannon, with no return.

The cannon fist in the Eight Extremes Fist is the most powerful move change, launching a peak attack from the beginning, and Zhuang Wuming doesn't want any problems.

This punch came too fast and too hard, and the night demon didn't notice the attack until the punch was about to strike.

Bang!

With a loud muffled sound, the Night Demon's back of the head sank and flew out one meter, falling to the ground. The pitch black liquid flowed out of his mouth and nose, causing his whole body to twitch and stop breathing after a few breaths.

With a successful strike, Zhuang Wuming breathed a sigh of relief, and then he felt a warm current rising out of thin air, pouring into his eyebrows.

The warm current and scorching heat cleared his mind, and he noticed this change. His gaze immediately fell on himself, seeing a change in his attribute panel.

Location: Main World

Race: Human

Name: Zhuang Wuming

Level: Evil mortal

Attributes: Strength 0.8, Constitution 0.8, Speed 0.7, Endurance 1, Will 1

Intrinsic Skill: The first level of "Eight Extremes Fist" - Bone and Meat External Appearance: Control of Muscle and Bone Strength 100% (Perfect)

Skill: None

Evolution point: 10 points (improve attributes, choose evolution)

Looking at this prompt, his face showed surprise and he said, "Enhance attributes, choose evolution? This is a story from the novel that can improve physical fitness and bring good luck."

Joy permeates the soul. It is the young people who suddenly acquire such mysterious abilities, and naturally feel extremely happy, almost going to heaven.

After a moment of excitement, he finally calmed down, even though his heart was still beating fiercely.

My gaze fell on the point of evolution, then on the attribute point representing strength. After some thought, I silently thought to myself, "Let's focus on strength."

With a movement of thought, the evolutionary point disappeared, indicating a change in the attribute of power, from 0.8 to 0.85.

At the same time, he felt a surge of heat gushing out of his brain, rapidly flowing throughout his body, causing him a sharp pain.

His face twisted and pain spread like scraping bones and sucking marrow, which was unbearable, but he didn't dare to speak out. Reason told him that he must remain silent.

After a full five minutes, the pain slowly dissipated, and Zhuang Wuming's whole body was sweating profusely.

After the pain disappears, a warm current and fulfillment follow.

With a movement of his face, he felt as if his strength had increased significantly. He clenched his fists slightly, his fists becoming more powerful than before, and the muscles of his arms becoming stronger.

Just as Zhuang Wuming experienced an increase in his strength, the sound of metal colliding with the ground came from outside the small courtyard, quickly raising his vigilance.

Coming to the window and looking outside, the three night demons ran into this small courtyard.

Looking at the night demon with no breath left under his feet, Zhuang Wuming felt that it was probably a small team that came to search for its members.

A cold gleam appeared in his eyes, "There will be a fierce battle ahead. Instead of waiting for them to discover me, it's better to take the initiative to strike."

With a determination in his heart, Zhuang Wuming bent down and picked up the steel fork from the hand of the night demon corpse.

This steel fork is only about 1.2 meters long, just right for the size of the night demon in front of us. For Zhuang Wuming, it is just a short fork.

However, sharp steel forks have instantly deadly attack power, stronger than unarmed ones.

Among the Eight Extremes Fist he studied, there was naturally a lack of weapon martial arts, and both the fist, foot, and weapon martial arts of the Eight Extremes Fist were universal.

Zhuang Wuming picked up the body of the Night Demon and placed it on the seat, straightened it up, with his head hanging down and his back facing the door, seeming to be dozing off.

Although the night demon dozing off may seem suspicious, a common characteristic of living beings is curiosity.

When I see my companions doing something strange, I always want to walk over and take a look, and this is an opportunity.

After finishing everything, stumbling footsteps sounded on the stairs, and all three night demons came up. The crisis was approaching.

With a slight squint in his eyes, Zhuang Wuming silently hid behind the door, watching the light and shadow on the ground, like the ghost of an assassin.

A few breaths, a shadow spread from outside the door, and three short figures fished into the room.

A strange language rang out, and three figures roared at the night demons on their backs in the seats.

Seeing no response from his companions, a night demon reached out and pushed towards the body of the night demon.

At this moment, Zhuang Wuming also seized the opportunity and fiercely attacked the last of the three night demons.

The cannon fist is like a mountain, and using a steel fork as a weapon is the same. A majestic force rushes into the arm, piercing forward with the steel fork. A sound of breaking through the air is heard, and the steel fork has already pierced into the head of the night demon.