He had no idea that his figure had just been filmed by passersby. The video "Yellow Lightning on the Street" went viral on local social media, hitting the trending list within minutes.
Chen Mo rode his electric scooter slowly back to the delivery station. The hair under his cap had already returned to normal. He still didn't notice the subtle changes happening to his body, nor did he know that many pairs of eyes had quietly fixed on him.
By the time he returned to the station, the sunset hung slanted over the corner of the building.
As soon as the station manager saw Chen Mo, his face broke into a wide smile and he hurried over.
"Xiao Chen, well done! You delivered that downtown order in only twenty minutes—more than three times faster than a car!"
Several other deliverymen crowded around, their eyes filled with curiosity and admiration.
"Mozi, you were riding insanely fast! I swear your scooter must have a rocket booster!"
"Right! Traffic was totally jammed but you wove right through—awesome!"
Chen Mo scratched his head, a little embarrassed. "I was just in a hurry. I guess my riding skills are okay."
He didn't say much, quietly parked the scooter, and was about to finish the handover procedures when the manager clapped him on the shoulder, his tone turning serious.
"Xiao Chen, your physical condition and reflexes are way beyond ordinary people. From now on, I'll give you priority for all urgent and tough deliveries at the station."
"Thank you, boss."
Chen Mo nodded, but a faint sense of unease crept into his heart.
Everything that happened today was too abnormal.
The absurdly fast speed when saving the little girl, the exaggerated agility weaving through traffic, and staying up all night playing the game yet still full of energy… none of this could be separated from that strange game helmet.
He didn't stay long at the station. After finishing his work and collecting his part-time wages, he quickly walked toward the urban village.
Along the way, Chen Mo deliberately slowed down and carefully felt the changes in his body.
His limbs felt light and powerful, his breathing long and steady. When he picked up the pace slightly, his footsteps sped up uncontrollably. He could even clearly hear distant vendors' shouts and passersby's conversations—his perception was far sharper than before.
"Could it be… things from the game can really be brought into reality?"
An absurdly bold idea sprouted wildly in his mind.
Back in his tiny, shabby rental room, Chen Mo immediately locked the door and held the tattered game helmet he'd bought for forty-five yuan. His eyes were complicated.
He clearly remembered every sword move, every breath, every meridian circulation route from the game—all etched into his mind. Especially the activated core mental technique, Sword Profound Heart, and the basic Sword Control Art; he knew their circulation by heart.
"I'll just test it."
Chen Mo took a deep breath. Sitting cross-legged on his wooden bed, he followed the Sword Profound Heart method from the game, closed his eyes, and formed the hand seals from the mental technique.
He wasn't hasty. He adjusted his breathing bit by bit until it became slow and even, replaying the energy‑guiding scenes from the game over and over in his head.
One second… two seconds… ten seconds…
At first, nothing changed. The room was so quiet only his breathing could be heard.
Chen Mo didn't give up. He continued running the mental technique strictly according to the skill guide, with perfect precision.
On the third minute of persistence, a faint, almost undetectable warmth suddenly appeared in his dantian, below his navel.
The warmth was like a tiny stream, slowly flowing through his meridians. Where it passed, the slight soreness vanished instantly, replaced by an indescribable comfort.
"It's here!"
Chen Mo's heart jolted. Suppressing his excitement, he continued guiding the wisp of warm current along the Sword Control Art route.
The warm current grew clearer and smoother. Starting from his dantian, it flowed through his chest, shoulders, arms, and finally gathered gently in his right palm.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at his right hand.
No marks, no light, no abnormalities at all.
But Chen Mo could clearly feel a gentle, solid power hidden in his palm.
This wasn't an illusion!
Not a fantasy!
The mental techniques, skills, and warm current from the game… all of them could be cultivated in reality!
Huge ecstasy flooded Chen Mo's mind. He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, his eyes slightly moist.
Being fired, dumped, driven into a corner… all the grievances and despair vanished at this moment.
He had found a path to completely change his fate!
"If I keep practicing, I won't be the delivery boy who gets bullied and can barely survive anymore!"
Chen Mo clenched his fists, his eyes turning resolute.
He immediately stood up and practiced in the tiny room: basic stance, slash, block, thrust… every move copied exactly from the game's training, every motion as precise as possible.
The warm current flowed with his movements, growing smoother with use. His strength, speed, and coordination improved steadily.
Before he knew it, night had fallen.
Chen Mo stopped and touched his stomach, finally feeling hungry. He quickly cooked some noodles to fill up. Only one thought filled his mind: quit all part‑time jobs and focus on cultivation.
Delivering takeout earned a little money but wasted too much time.
Now, every second was precious to him.
He took out his phone and sent a resignation message to the station manager without hesitation. He gave no reason, only saying he couldn't continue due to personal matters.
After sending it, Chen Mo tossed his phone aside, his gaze clear and firm.
From today on, aside from eating and sleeping, he would spend every second cultivating.
Game and reality merged. Sword skills and warm current coexisted.
He didn't know where this road would lead, but he knew it was his only chance.
Just as Chen Mo was about to sit cross‑legged and cultivate again, extremely faint footsteps came from outside the door. They paused for a few seconds, then slowly left.
The sound was so quiet it was almost inaudible. The old Chen Mo would never have noticed.
But now, his perception far exceeded ordinary people. He caught the abnormality instantly.
Chen Mo frowned, walked to the door, and looked through the peephole.
The hallway was empty—no one was there.
But he was certain someone had been standing outside the door just now.
"Who's watching me?"
Chen Mo's heart sank. An inexplicable pressure loomed over him.
What he didn't know was that in the shadow of the stairwell corner, a figure slowly pulled out a phone and whispered in a low voice.
"Target confirmed resigned. Secluded and behaving abnormally. Continuing surveillance."
After a few seconds of silence on the other end, a deep voice replied:
"Keep watching. Don't alert him. The secret on him is bigger than we thought."