Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost

Chapter 766 - 766: Eastern State, Martial Arts University _1

"This is your dormitory. Since you're here early and the term hasn't started yet, you can use this time to practice your Cultivation," a teacher from Eastern State Martial Arts University quickly arranged for Wang Linchi.For a Martial Artist who was able to get in through an ensured admission, he was naturally pleased, signifying that the enrollee was indeed a prodigy.

He was slightly puzzled as to why Wang Linchi had arrived early, but he didn't ask.

"Can I get a head start on choosing the Cultivation Techniques and Martial Arts? The ones I have are at the Martial Student level," Wang Linchi asked.

"Certainly, let me take you to choose," the teacher replied.

"Every new student, upon enrollment, can choose one Cultivation Technique and two Martial Arts that correspond to their abilities," he explained without any surprise, seemingly having figured out Wang Linchi's reason for arriving early.

Without a Cultivation Technique, it would be impossible to achieve Growth, while Martial Arts are the cornerstone of combat.

"Your choices might be somewhat limited. Your unique constitution restricts you to Poison Skill, not giving you many options for Martial Arts," he cautioned.

"Poison Skill is, after all, a niche area. Our Eastern State Martial Arts University, despite being a well-established institution, has only scratched the surface in its research of Poison Skill," he pointed out.

In other words, their resources were limited in this area, so Wang Linchi should be prepared for limited choices.

"That's to be expected. Even at my previous school, there was only one Poison Skill available," Wang Linchi responded nonchalantly, as if he had become accustomed to this.

The two quickly headed for the armory at Eastern State Martial Arts University. After verifying his identity, Wang Linchi was led to the section reserved for Poison Skill.

Despite the teacher's warning that the selection was sparse, it was, in fact, quite extensive. Just for Samurai-stage Poison Skill, there were over a hundred to choose from.

However, there were many more options among mainstream Cultivation Techniques. For the Samurai stage, each category boasted at least three-figure quantities. In comparison, the availability of Poison Skill seemed lacking.

After some deliberation, Wang Linchi chose "Hundred Poisons Refining Body Art," a Cultivation Technique designed to temper the body with Toxin. The teacher was very satisfied with Wang Linchi's choice.

Unlike typical Poison Skills, which had drawbacks, this Cultivation Technique was especially suitable for Samurai-stage Cultivation, particularly in tempering one's flesh and bones. It did have considerable merits.

As for the remaining two Martial Arts, Wang Linchi chose "Thousand Crimson Palms" and "Tractor Hand," which were quite conventional.

After completing the process by swiping his card, Wang Linchi's new student benefits were used up.

If he wanted to acquire more Cultivation Techniques and Martial Arts in the future, he would either have to advance to being a martial master—in which case he'd be entitled to one more Cultivation Technique and two more Martial Arts—or he'd have to rely on acquiring academic credits.

Academic credits served as a form of currency at the Martial Arts University, allowing one to purchase not only Cultivation Techniques and Martial Arts but also Cultivation resources and various other items.

The downside was that these credits could only be used on campus and would become invalid once off grounds.

This system mimicked the official credit system established by the Great Zhao Country government for Martial Artists. Having become accustomed to being led by academic credits on campus, graduates could easily adapt to the official credit system without an adjustment period, able to use it proficiently right away.

It could barely be considered an advantage.

After returning, Wang Linchi promptly integrated "Hundred Poisons Refining Body Art" and "Thousand Crimson Palms."

"Tractor Hand," on the other hand, was a bit more interesting. This Martial Art allowed one to enhance and calibrate ranged attacks using vital energy. In conjunction with "Feiyu Archery," it greatly reduced the consumption for ranged enchantments.

This Martial Art was originally designed to enhance the attachment of vital energy to Weapons, making it a relatively versatile ability.

In Wang Linchi's hands, it not only served this purpose but could also be a method to transform himself.

He could use the Mini Quantum Soul Computer to direct the scalpel with vital energy, making it move on its own rather than him operating it manually.

He thought about doing it himself, but his physical structure was still within normal human limits, making it impossible to perform such a procedure. Plus, it was prone to accidents.

He could endure the pain, but his body would inevitably have stress reactions. If his hand trembled then, whether he died or not was one thing; he was more worried that blood splattering directly onto the ceiling would be difficult to clean.

My perks are gone. What should I do next...?

Wang Linchi was pondering something: after using pesticides, insecticides, poisonous mushrooms, and other such things, he realized he didn't seem to have any good items left for his current Samurai stage.

"The lethality needs to be toned down, but the social-death aspect must be maxed out," Wang Linchi quickly determined his direction.

"In the martial world, the two most 'insoluble' types of drugs are aphrodisiacs and laxatives."

"My Toxin already has the function of making people cough and have explosive diarrhea simultaneously, so..."

"I'll stick with laxatives and deepen the effect!"

He decided to postpone implementing the more... unorthodox effects for now. He was only a Samurai at present. If his Toxin caused someone to have uncontrollable, explosive diarrhea while simultaneously showing a look of strange satisfaction, it would definitely lead to a death feud.

Well, giving someone explosive diarrhea would also result in a death feud; it's just the difference between a hatred level of one hundred and ten thousand.

The former could perhaps be excused by claiming the victim was too powerful and his Poison Skill proficiency was insufficient, allowing them to expel it.

As for the latter, that excuse wouldn't quite fly.

"Enhance the Toxin's supplementary effects, reduce its lethality. My goal is to create a 'benevolent' Poison Skill."

"It won't kill people, but it can make them suffer social death!"

Of course, some people might be thick-skinned enough to ignore such social death. However, Wang Linchi's effects weren't limited to just social death. For example, it could cause diarrhea leading to exhaustion, headaches and fevers so severe that any movement caused paralysis, or vomiting leading to stomach cramps. Even iron-willed tough guys could be turned into weaklings barely able to take a step.

"When should I start putting this into practice?" Wang Linchi mused, stroking his chin.

The last time he encountered an Alien Race, he didn't even have a chance to test it out. After all, the opponent was a Mid-stage Samurai. Without using some real power, he definitely wouldn't have been able to take them down.

His thinking was quite simple: overpowering higher-level opponents was all superficial. Crushing rookies in a steamroll match—that was his kind of fun.

Doing so was indeed bullying the weak, but it was fun!

Wang Linchi didn't possess any sort of "strong person's mentality." If he could win, why should he lose?

Reality wasn't a game; he didn't want to challenge its difficulty. He just wanted to hear a *ding* and Plug in, then become a "Homelander."

Unfortunately, reality didn't offer such an ability. He couldn't afford to *ding* and Plug in. However, he could still become a "Homelander"; he just needed some time to develop.

"Also, I wonder if the cafeteria at Eastern State Martial Arts University is free."

Wang Linchi checked his wallet. It was still reasonably full for now, but after buying laxatives, he likely wouldn't have enough money left for meals.

Compared to Cultivators, Martial Artists faced a significant inconvenience: the issue of food.

The stronger the Martial Artist, the more nutrients they needed to consume daily to maintain their vital energy and blood.

High-energy-level individuals lacking a corresponding energy environment were fortunate; thanks to the existence of earth catacombs, high-level Martial Artists didn't have to worry about starving to death.

But if one day the earth catacombs disappeared, then the corresponding Martial Artists would also be doomed.

If they couldn't even eat their fill, how could they become stronger?

Wang Linchi was slightly better off. He was only a Samurai, and with his special Cultivation Technique, plus his main body providing a "Plug in" for this idea, he didn't have to worry about his intake for now.

He was also starting to address this issue by modifying himself.

Currently, he had chosen a modification involving a symbiotic bacterial colony capable of photosynthesis.

This was to complement his Poison Skill.

He didn't need to worry about the ecological issues of constructing a small-scale symbiotic community; that task was for the Mini Quantum Soul Computer. The problem he needed to solve was how to find suitable bacteria.

Bacteria, while certainly numerous, also had issues of distribution.

Therefore, he needed to use bacteria from within Eastern State as the main component for establishing the community. This would save him the trouble of running around and potentially encountering more problems.

Alright, even just bustling about within Eastern State, he could still encounter trouble.

For instance, there was that portly, easy-going fellow from before, whose path he had crossed, plus a calculating captain from the Department of Earth Defense.

Comparatively, Wang Linchi felt the former was more likely to cause him trouble.

The fellow came from an extraordinary background, and there were bound to be internal conflicts. If the fire of those struggles burned him, it would be disastrous.

Luckily, Wang Linchi had a solution. If the fire burned him, it wouldn't matter; he could divert the disaster eastward. Having recently become acquainted with a captain from the Department of Earth Defense, he could pit the two against each other. He could then sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, ridding himself of two problems at once.

"Right, the Martial Arts Entrance Exam is in a few days."

"This gives me an odd sense of déjà vu." Wang Linchi couldn't help but recall the time Yan Ming King led the team for the provincial grand competition, and Baylong Religion barged in to show off.

However, this time, there would be no protagonist. Because the would-be protagonist, Wang Linchi, had already secured an ensured admission...

Thinking about it felt rather absurd. But without a troublemaker like him around, it was highly probable the entrance exam would proceed without a hitch.