In a basement ten meters underground, a group of doom cult followers, their clothes tattered and their faces dirty and tired, sat slumped on the ground. Facing them was another group of followers, led by a man in a luxurious red suit that was completely out of place.
The man in the red suit didn't look as sinister or vicious as the other followers. But all the followers dared not approach him, unconsciously bowing their heads when they faced him. This was because the man was Garfeild, one of the high priest's most trusted confidants and currently the highest-ranking manager of the doom cult in Rorgh City.
From the ragged group of followers, one who seemed to be their leader came out and knelt tremblingly before Garfeild.
"Mr. Garfeild, we..."
Bang!
The sound of a gun firing rang out. A hole appeared in the leader's forehead, and blood poured out. He fell to the ground, his face still full of disbelief.
"A bunch of useless people, unable to help the high priest and only bringing trouble. Why keep you alive?"
After taking the life of a follower, he added coldly. The followers who had been with the dead man shrank back in fear. Meanwhile, the followers behind Garfeild vied with each other to praise him.
In the entire doom cult, Garfeild's words could be considered as the high priest's words. This wasn't because he was abusing his power or competing with the high priest, but because Garfeild was the high priest's most trusted confidant.
Garfeild didn't worship dooms; he worshipped the high priest himself. As long as the high priest willed it, he would not hesitate to sacrifice his life. So when he heard the praises of how useful he was to the high priest or how talented the high priest was, Garfeild was very satisfied.
He turned his head and said emotionlessly, "Clean up the corpse. The newly arrived followers should arrange themselves properly."
In all of Rorgh City, Noid was not the only one fighting the doom cult. The police had also launched their own sweep, and the battles were much more brutal.
Because the strongholds that dared to engage the police were mostly medium-sized strongholds, and while the system judged anything between 20 and 100 people as a medium-sized stronghold, there was almost no medium-sized stronghold that only had 21 people. So every time they engaged, confronting at least 50 armed lunatics while ensuring the safety of the citizens was a significant challenge.
Currently, the medium-sized strongholds were the main force attracting the attention of the police. The small strongholds, which were supposed to be carrying out constant harassment, were unintentionally blocked by Noid. Although Noid was only one person and his scope of activity was small, rumors about him had spread to Garfeild's ears.
The reason was that he arrived and left without a trace, and no small stronghold he attacked ever survived. So the small strongholds could only live in fear that one day, the man in black would come for them.
What gave Garfeild the biggest headache was the military. From the beginning of the incident until now, the military had not intervened or had only provided very minimal assistance, but Garfeild felt that the military was waiting, waiting for him to expose an opening so they could use overwhelming force to wipe out the doom cult.
The small strongholds were threatened, the medium-sized strongholds were tied down, and the large strongholds could absolutely not be exposed yet. This meant that while Garfeild had many cards in his hand, he couldn't play many of them. At this moment, one wrong move would cost him the entire game.
That was also the reason Garfeild was driven mad with hatred for the person who had detected them too early. According to his calculations, the existence of the doom cult should have only gradually been discovered in at least a week—which was now. Then, they would enter the preliminary combat stage. But because of some hateful person, the process had been sped up to the stage of fierce combat.
If Garfeild knew that the hateful person he was talking about and the man in black were one and the same, he would definitely do everything in his power to kill Noid.
At this moment, Noid was sparring with Sasha. After three consecutive days of training like this, although he still couldn't block or keep up with a single one of her attacks, his fighting style had clearly changed.
Noid fell backward. Having taken too many of Sasha's blows, his body had finally reached its limit, and that was why he fell.
The A.T.A Armor could reduce physical attacks below 1.5. But it was only a reduction. Starting from 1.0 to the limit of 1.5, the higher the physical attack value, the less the armor would reduce, and when it exceeded 1.5, the A.T.A Armor itself would be severely damaged. Taking many attacks also had the same effect.
During their sparring, Sasha had limited her attack power to 1.1. The armor reduced the force by about 90%. Only 10%, equivalent to or more than 0.9, affected his body. But Noid's value had only just reached 0.7. After one minute of fighting, he had to rest for 10 minutes, then continue like that.
When his body had taken too many injuries and reported an error, he would swallow a low-grade healing capsule to recover and continue fighting.
Every day, he had to spend dozens of accumulated points on training, but Noid didn't mind. Because every night he "hunted," he could get at least 100 accumulated points. And the stronger he became, the more accumulated points he would get.
The sparring ended. Noid went back to the coffee shop for lunch, and at the same time, he checked his accumulated points.
He currently had 1742 accumulated points, which was a considerable amount. Today, he decided to try something.
Marrow Cleansing Liquid:
Purifies and refines the body.
Works on bodies with a value below 1.5.
After use, it will condense a certain amount of primordial essence.
After using the marrow cleansing liquid a certain number of times, the user will have two choices.
First choice: Condense into a martial arts body (applies to the entire martial arts cultivation system).
Second choice: Use all the primordial essence condensed along with a certain number of accumulated points. Create a unique physique (not necessarily a martial arts cultivation system, but can still continue to grow stronger).
Price: 10 accumulated points.
As for the two choices, he didn't pay attention to them. Because this was related to the path he would take in the future. For now, he just had to get stronger.
He exchanged for one unit of marrow cleansing liquid. There was no test tube, no container or bottle, just a sphere of bright red liquid floating in the air.
"Uh... Infinite, why is it like this?"
"This marrow cleansing liquid originates from the system, not from any world, so there is no corresponding container."
Noid understood. No wonder the first choice note said "applies to the entire martial arts system." It turned out to be the system's own creation.
He dropped it into a prepared basin of water. The marrow cleansing liquid dissolved, turning the entire basin of water a bright red.
After a moment of hesitation, Noid made up his mind to soak himself in it. If he had to accurately describe the sensation at that time, being cooked with oil splattering on his skin was the most fitting description. Except, it wasn't just in one place, but his entire body.
Torment, torment, and more torment. Three hours passed. Noid, completely naked, was in so much pain he couldn't speak as he got out of the water, which had been stained black by impurities from his pores.
He was exhausted and collapsed, but after a while, he could move normally again. Then he disposed of the foul-smelling water in the toilet.
The pain was real, but the effect was also very high. His physical strength didn't increase, but Noid felt his entire body was a little lighter.
After cleaning himself up, he exchanged for another SNG-26 Hormone Stimulant and began his physical training.
Because of the continuous sparring with Sasha and the effect of the marrow cleansing liquid, Noid's use of the SNG-26 Hormone Stimulant became even more effective.