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The two stared at each other in disbelief, and then they saw Freyr stepping out of the room, his body trembling. He was drenched in sweat, as if his clothes were filled with buckets of it.
Aside from the sweat, there was nothing else. They instinctively felt that this room was extraordinary. One by one, they entered, and after a while, they emerged from the room. Their physical condition was slightly weaker, but fortunately, they managed to endure the stimulation brought on by the burst of light without suffering too much. After overcoming the shock of the bright light, they felt as if they had been reborn.
"How do you feel? Have you noticed any changes from my enhanced strength? I feel like I have endless power just clenching my fists," Duan Shuai exclaimed excitedly, waving his hand. He felt a slight itch on his forehead, a strange sensation that wasn't due to an eye growing out but rather a clear outline on his forehead, as if it had been drawn with a pen.
However, it was still uncertain whether it was merely drawn on because it genuinely looked like an eye slowly emerging. There was nothing particularly bad about it; it just felt too vivid. In the future, he would definitely have to be careful when going out. If that eye wasn't too obvious, having three eyes could complicate things when looking for a partner.
Moreover, from a conventional standpoint, there was no way to remove that troublesome eye through other means, such as physical excision; that would be akin to self-mutilation—like cutting open a normal organ. At that moment, Freyr quickly took out a bandage from his backpack and suggested that Duan Shuai should wrap it up for now. In less populated areas, he could let the eye show; perhaps his third eye could help them see some structures more clearly. "It seems like this has also significantly enhanced your Mental Power. Can you simulate the surrounding environment like Nosty?" he asked.
Duan Shuai looked around without much concern and then focused on testing a few times. He soon became uncertain: "Hmm, I've tried a few times but still don't understand what you mean. However, I feel like there's a faint outline appearing. Maybe once my eye's ability strengthens, I'll have the kind of power you all talk about? Can mental abilities really improve?" He glanced at the others who had fallen silent.
After a long pause, they all turned their gaze toward Freyr. He looked back at them with indifference and replied calmly, "Why are you looking at me? I don't know anything about this situation. If I did, I would have become a god by now."
It was clear that no one spoke for a long time because this matter was not so simple.
Someone nearby cleared their throat and said, "Cough cough cough... Just wear it and move around properly. Don't overthink other things; maybe you won't even grow an eye." Freyr added.
"You really are being irresponsible," Duan Shuai lamented.
"Alright, enough of that. Don't worry about the rest. How long has it been since you last handled a weapon? Let me take you downstairs to check out some weapons; there are plenty down there," Freyr suddenly suggested to ease the awkwardness. Hearing this, Duan Shuai's eyes lit up.
The allure of weapons is irresistible for an adult man, especially for someone who has served in the military; it's a deadly temptation akin to giving drugs to an addict. This kind of motivation was crucial for him. With this thought in mind, Duan Shuai immediately shook off his earlier despondency and eagerly insisted on going to see if there were any suitable weapons for him.
The others quickly followed downstairs, where the Weapon Store was far more extravagant than the Noah Military Industrial Complex. Each visit felt like the weapons inside were different. He placed great importance on the Alchemical Equipment, which boasted the strongest offensive capabilities.
These weapons were far more destructive than conventional ones; ordinary weapons lacked such devastating power. Alchemical Weapons often carried potent Deadly Poison, capable of bringing enemies to their knees from within. Even a trace of toxin could drain an opponent's strength, which was what made Alchemical Weapons so terrifying. They could even siphon life force from the enemy, reducing their bodies to mere grains of sand in the breeze.
This was not mere talk; however, most of the group was currently ill-suited to wield Alchemical Weapons. Especially after witnessing a team utilize the power of the Alchemical Key, which was truly frightening, no other teams had been seen using similar weapons since.
Such weapons also posed a significant challenge for snipers. Their team’s Relock was still unable to adapt to solo combat and relied heavily on team support to effectively deliver accurate strikes. In the realm of snipers, he was still below standard—merely half a sniper at best. Recently, he had been urged to diligently practice his sniping skills, following conventional methods taught in the military camp. A good sniper is forged through relentless training and experience, becoming a Pillar of the Community capable of taking down targets from a hundred meters away—a formidable presence within any team.
Now was also a time of rapid development for Relock. His progress might be ordinary and not immediately noticeable, but as missions deepened and unfolded, his abilities were steadily advancing.
Typically, at this rate, he would reach peak sniper proficiency within two to three years—essentially his prime in the military. However, after that stage, his awareness and Thinking, as well as his eyesight, would begin to decline compared to his past self.
This is simply the structure of the human body; they cannot resist the limits of physiological decline. During such times, it becomes crucial to rely on friendly and proper maintenance to prolong peak performance. However, he was already five years old; this peak period would taper off by his thirties.
Yet, it wouldn't drop off abruptly. The physiological characteristics indeed showed a downward trend, but with scientific adjustments, that decline could be effectively slowed down—though there was no need for excessive worry.
The Gene Chain could significantly amplify abilities. Thus, even if Relock became an old man, activating the Gene Chain would allow him to unleash powers more terrifying than those of younger individuals. However, this strength would still fall short compared to that of regular soldiers.
By that time, practical experience would greatly benefit the team and enhance his marksmanship skills. This was also where Relock's value lay; a good talent is someone whom the team is willing to invest time and resources into accelerating their growth.
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