Chapter 3: Strengthening

Kian looked at the thing in the fishing net with surprise, somewhat stunned.

A ball of light?

He didn't expect the fishing net to be so powerful that it could even salvage light.

At this moment, a line of words appeared above the ball of light, and Kian looked closely.

"The Peak of Cross!"

Cross?

Kian frowned. Before he could think much about it, the ball of light suddenly broke free from the fishing net and flew towards him, directly merging into his brain!

"Will this thing have any side effects?"

Kian touched his forehead but didn't really care. He didn't think he was worth someone else's effort to harm him. Anyway, Whatever it was, the thing salvaged wouldn't harm him, that was for sure.

So, after hesitating for three seconds, he continued his salvaging journey!

Holding the fishing net, he stirred in the salvaging pool and pulled it up.

"....."

Seeing what was in the fishing net, Kian wanted to take back what he had said earlier.

According to the voice earlier, the Multiverse Salvage Pool had a high-end and unique golden finger vibe, so the things it produced should also be high-end.

But at least for the ball of light, not to mention it, the thing he salvaged this time made Kian feel like he wanted to hit his head against the wall.

It was a woman's underwear, and it was even lace and hollow!

That wasn't the point. The point was that with his 2.0 vision, he was sure he saw several black, unsavory objects on this small, all-white pair of panties.

"Please let me die." he said

Then he said to the voice "Can I return this...?"

Kian looked helpless, as if life had lost its meaning.

"I'm sorry! You can't!"

"Okay."

Having received the answer, Kian was encouraged. He still had one more chance. He is not going to believe that he still has bad luck.

So he put the fishing net back into the salvaging pool and stirred it again. This time, he stirred more carefully, so much so that half an hour had passed, and he was still stirring.

"May all the gods bless me!"

"Go!"

With an aggressive effort of his arms, Kian quickly lifted the fishing net, looked closely, and once again looked stunned.

"A vial of potion? What the hell?"

A glass test tube was quietly lying in the fishing net, filled with light blue liquid.

Kian's confusion was quickly resolved as a word appeared above the fishing net. The moment he saw the explanation, Kian's face went from surprise to gratitude and finally to delighted happiness.

When injected, the weakened version of the super soldier serum can triple a person's overall physical ability to that of an average human's peak!

Three times!

What is this concept? Although it may not seem like much, it's three times the peak physical ability of a human!

Let me put it this way, Bruce Lee can throw nine punches in one second, and Tyson's heavy punch is 816 kilograms of force) at the peak of his career. Muay Thai master Apidej Sit-Hirun's heavy leg kick reaches roughly 1587 kilograms of force, karate myth Masutatsu Oyama's side kick is 675 kilograms, and Peter Aerts' sweeping leg strength reaches roughly 453 kg of force.

And these are all ordinary human beings!

Please note that they are just ordinary people, only in the peak physical condition of ordinary people.

So what are you waiting for?

Kian didn't wait at all. He was still on the battlefield and knew he might have died if he didn't use it.

He frantically took out the serum and injected it into himself. The liquid quickly pushed through his veins as soon as he injected the serum.

"I don't feel anything!"

After injecting himself, Kian carefully felt for any changes but didn't notice anything different. Just as he was starting to doubt if he had been scammed, a pain that seemed to come from the depths of his soul suddenly overwhelmed his consciousness.

"Fuck"

Kian didn't have any time to react and passed out instantly.

...

He didn't know how long had passed, but a disgusting smell continually stimulated Kian's nose, and finally, he woke up.

He sat up straight, looking terrified and uneasy. Sweat dripped down his face like drops of water.

He swore he never wanted to experience that kind of pain again. Even though he had passed out, he could still feel the pain.

"Are you okay?" The voice asked

His shoulder was suddenly patted.

A person wearing a dirty military uniform and glasses, with a red cross armband on their right arm, appeared to be a doctor, squatting in front of him and looking at him with a concerned expression.

Kian didn't answer him and turned his head to look around. He found himself in a large tent with wounded soldiers lying around in various positions, some with missing arms or broken legs. The tent was filled with a mixture of the smell of blood, medicine, and sweat.

"Hey, soldier, look at me!"

The doctor called out again, catching Kian's attention. He held out a finger and shook it in front of Kian, asking, "Are you okay? Tell me, what's this number?"

"One!" Kian replied.

After organizing his thoughts, Kian looked at the doctor and asked, "Where am I? What happened to me? Is the battle over?"

He still remembered that he was on the battlefield before, which meant that he was now in a hospital.

"This is a hospital. You were knocked unconscious by a German shell!" The doctor breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Kian was okay and began to explain things to him.

Kian listened quietly without speaking. Even after the doctor got up and left, he still did not react.

First of all, they were still on the battlefield, but Kian was in a relatively safer position. Now, there were three pieces of news in front of Kian.

Two were bad news, and one was considered good news.

First, the enemy across the field was, indeed, the German 2nd Panzer Division which was known as the Second Armored Division, and they were launching a fierce attack.

Secondly, their distress signal has already been sent out, and a support aviation unit is reportedly rushing to their aid. This explains why the enemy is so desperately attacking. Once their reinforcements arrive, the tide of the battle may turn.

Therefore, whether Kian can survive depends on whether the front line can hold out.

"No, they can't hold out for long," Kian muttered, shaking his head. "I have to go help For my own survival."

On this battlefield, the only way to survive is to rely on the main force. So, regardless of whether he wants to or not, he has to fight the enemy.

With that in mind, Kian got up, grabbed his M1903 Springfield rifle from beside the bed, and ran out of the hospital, heading quickly to the most intense front line of the battle.

For the sake of his own survival!