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Chapter 34: My Energy Is Endless

"A super player of a certain anime!"

Wait.

What just happened?

Locke blinked, replaying the image he had just seen.

It seemed...

At the moment he saw the white light streaking ahead and the golden light trailing behind, the golden light suddenly surged forward and with a bang, it appeared behind the white light.

The white light was blasted backwards.

Should he buy a box later?

What the heck?

A rigged operation?

Locke's face darkened. Buying a box was out of the question. He regretted watching the white light race ahead. Although he enjoyed thrilling games, he preferred the ones he could win.

Not this kind of gamble, which might be rigged.

Games are games.

Gambling is gambling.

There is a very clear line between the two.

"But..."

Locke looked at the suitcase in his hand, eyes flickering with anticipation as he slowly opened it. "What could it be?"

Golden light?

A golden legend?

Godhead?

As the suitcase opened, a voice seemed to resonate in Locke's ears, even in his mind.

"My energy is inexhaustible!"

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the player for obtaining the supreme talent after opening the mysterious treasure box!"

"Supreme Talent: Extraordinary (golden quality, level 1): My energy is endless. You don't need to worry about any energy, because your energy is beyond your imagination!"

"Current status refreshed!"

"Name: Locke Broughton (sole player)"

"Achievement points: 17,500 (can be used to purchase items in the achievement mall)"

"Potential points: 38,500 (can be used to upgrade own skills)"

"Supreme Talent: Extraordinary (golden quality, level 1): My energy is endless, my energy is beyond your imagination!"

"Extraordinary Talent: Tenacity (level 1): Your body will be able to withstand more damage and will be completely immune to non-vital small-caliber damage. At the same time, after you are free from damage, you will gain faster recovery (upgrading to level 2 requires 20,000 potential points)."

"Extraordinary Skill: Spear Throwing (advanced): Your marksmanship has become even more inscrutable and unbelievable! (Upgrading from blue quality to red quality requires 20,000 potential points)."

"Talent: None"

"Common skills: driving (advanced), English (ninth grade), history (ninth grade), mathematics (ninth grade), chemistry (tenth grade), shooting (advanced), sniper (advanced)..."

"Current mission: None!"

"..."

Locke raised an eyebrow. "What is this?"

My energy, beyond my imagination?

Locke looked at his hands—just the hands of a typical sixteen-year-old boy.

Energy?

Nothing visible.

So...

Where has my energy gone?

Locke stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

He could feel the boundless energy, like an endless sea, filling his consciousness.

But how to use it?

He had no idea.

What the heck?

Locke rubbed his blond hair, and at that moment, his phone rang.

It was Gwen.

"Locke, are you coming downstairs? I'll be there in five minutes!"

"...right away."

Gwen had visited him after school yesterday and arranged to drive with him to school this morning.

After all, Locke's third Audi R8 had been scrapped again.

No word from the insurance company yet. They were probably debating whether to cover the third car.

He hoped they wouldn't suspect insurance fraud.

Locke put on his coat, shook his head, and set aside the supreme talent he had acquired.

For now, he had no idea how to use it.

Energy...

It should be some sort of supernatural ability, right?

He'd figure it out later.

After going downstairs, Locke, under the curious gaze of the security captain of Xingchen Building, got into Gwen's car and greeted her.

Although he had enjoyed a brief windfall, after upgrading and shopping, Locke felt his wealth wasn't that substantial. Besides, opportunities like those at the textile factory were rare. More accumulation was needed in daily life.

And today, he had other tasks.

Yesterday afternoon, a police officer had come to record Locke's statement and sketch. He hadn't had time for the Red Devils then, but he could do it after school today.

At school, Locke received a wave of greetings.

Gwen's friend, Kem, looked at Locke with wide eyes. "Wow, kidnapping—what does that feel like?"

Locke's face darkened.

What does it feel like?

You'll know when you go to Paris for a trip.

Betty, in charge of the college broadcasting station and also their classmate, turned to Locke. "Don't you need to see a psychiatrist?"

Locke raised an eyebrow and smiled. "No need, I wasn't abused."

Mary Jane, sitting behind Locke, shrugged. "Sometimes, abuse isn't just physical, but psychological."

Locke turned to look.

Gwen, sitting next to him, smiled at Mary Jane. "Don't worry, my dad said Locke wasn't hurt."

Mary Jane shrugged again.

Locke glanced at Gwen. There was something odd about the tone of Gwen and Mary Jane's conversation just now.

Was it his imagination?

Jessica Campbell, sitting behind Gwen with black hair, looked at Locke. "If you need a break, I'd be happy to go to Maine for the chemistry competition instead."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

Chemistry competition?

Since when?

He'd been at school less than two weeks.

"Jessica, your wish won't come true. Locke is fine, no problems at all."

Gwen glanced at Jessica behind her, then turned to explain to Locke. But before she could, Mrs. Grant entered the room.

Because Locke's next class was French and Gwen had been pulled by the ninth-grade teaching office for something about a Canadian exchange student, she didn't have time to ask Locke about it during lunch.

Midtown College had various cooperations and competitions with well-known colleges in other states.

From football to baseball.

From knowledge contests to chemistry competitions, each school contributed to the prize pool.

And in three months, the chemistry competition would be held in Maine.

Three months?

Locke touched his chin and calculated. "Doesn't that mean it's around Christmas?"

It was mid-September now, so three months would indeed be around Christmas.

Gwen nodded. "Probably for that reason, a contestant who was originally scheduled to participate suddenly changed schools. Since you transferred in and your grades are excellent, they considered you."

Locke: "..."