Chapter 5: A Shopping Spree, The Art of Skill Fusion
Chapter 5: A Shopping Spree, The Art of Skill Fusion
"Uncle Zhang, you don't understand. A tall building rises from the ground."
"Those so-called high-level forbidden spells may seem magnificent, but in reality, they are too perfect and have lost the possibility of change."
"These basic skills, though simple, contain the simplest truths of the great Dao."
Su Ming paused, then continued his deception:
"What I want to do is to gather these countless insignificant specks of dust into a star. This is called... returning to simplicity."
Uncle Zhang was stunned.
Although he didn't understand at all, looking at his young master's handsome and confident face, he felt that what his young master said must be right.
At this moment, Su Qing came out dressed in casual home clothes, holding a freshly peeled spiritual fruit in her hand.
Upon hearing Su Ming's words, she immediately looked at her younger brother with the eyes of a fervent fan:
"Well said! Mingming, this is the true realm of a Grandmaster!"
"Not bound by worldly hierarchical concepts, but seeking truth in the most basic things. That level of awareness is something those old fogies from professional unions can't even dream of matching!"
Su Qing turned to Uncle Zhang and instructed him:
"Uncle Zhang, have someone move all these books to the young master's training room. Not a single one can be missing! Also, have those rare metals arrived yet?"
Uncle Zhang nodded quickly:
"We've arrived, we're in the car behind. Fifty catties of Crimson Flame Refined Gold, fifty catties of Ice Soul Profound Iron, and also Lightning Strike Wood, Wind Spirit Stones... Master has cleared out the exchange's inventory."
Su Ming nodded in satisfaction:
"Very good. By the way, Uncle Zhang, have the kitchen prepare something light for lunch; the king crab from last night was a bit too rich."
After speaking, Su Ming turned and walked towards his private training room under Zhang Bo's complicated gaze.
..........
The so-called training room is actually a separate building located on the back mountain of the manor.
It is equipped with a state-of-the-art gravity regulation system, a magic gathering array, and even a small ecological simulation field.
When thousands of skill books were piled up like a small mountain in the center of the room, Su Ming finally dropped his nonchalant expression.
He closed the heavy alloy door, took a deep breath, and looked at the mountain of books in front of him.
Su Ming silently said to himself:
"System, let's begin. I'm going to turn this garbage into divine skills."
The cold, mechanical voice instantly rang in my mind.
[A large number of low-level skill books have been detected. The talent "Universal Mastery" has been activated. The host can ignore class restrictions and prerequisites to learn these skills directly. Since the host's class is an all-around freelancer, the experience cost for learning is doubled.]
Su Ming sat cross-legged in the middle of the pile of books and casually picked up a book called "Basic Fireball Technique".
For an ordinary mage, learning this skill requires comprehending the fire element and memorizing incantations; it would take at least three to five days to conjure a small flame.
But the moment Su Ming's fingers touched the pages, the book instantly transformed into a red streak of light and entered his brow.
[Congratulations, host, you have learned the active skill: Basic Fireball.]
Then, he picked up a warrior's book, "Savage Crash".
[Congratulations, host, you have learned the active skill: Savage Charge.]
Then came "Basic Healing Technique," "Poisonous Coating," "Double Jump," "Eagle Eye," "Taunt," and so on...
Su Ming was like a ruthless paper shredder, frantically devouring these basic skills at a rate of one book per second.
Red, blue, green, yellow... various colored skill lights flashed alternately on his body, illuminating the entire training room like a disco.
Two hours later.
Su Ming lay amidst the ruins of the pile of books, feeling a bit of a headache.
He learned over three hundred skills in one go, covering everything from combat to daily life, from support to control.
His skill list is longer than a novel if you scroll down it.
Su Ming mentally complained:
"System, I've learned so much, and although it looks intimidating, I can't just throw them all away one by one when a real fight breaks out, can I?"
"If the opponent is a high-level professional, one big move from them and I'm done for. These basic skills do too little damage."
[System notification: Host, please remember the core gameplay of the All-Round Casual Player – Skill Fusion.]
Su Ming sat up straight, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.
This is his real cheat code.
He extended his left hand, and a crimson fireball condensed in his palm; this was the mage's "Basic Fireball Spell".
He then extended his right hand, and a faint white vortex appeared in his palm, which was the energy brought by the warrior's "Basic Thrust".
Normally, physics and magic are two parallel lines.
Forcing a fusion will only lead to energy conflicts, eventually causing you to blow off your own hand.
However, Su Ming possesses a balanced total of 20 points in all attributes and an abnormal total of 100 points in mental power, making him a perfect humanoid vessel.
"Merge!" Su Ming shouted in a low voice.
He clasped his hands together abruptly.
The fire element and physical energy that were originally mutually exclusive were forcibly mixed together under his powerful mental suppression.
sizzle.
A teeth-grinding, grinding sound filled the air.
The fireball did not extinguish; instead, it adhered to the invisible, thrusting energy.
The originally scattered flames were compressed into a sharp, crimson flame spike.
[Congratulations, host, fusion successful!]
[New skill generated: Flame Assault.]
[Skill Effect: Launches a rapid charge forward, dealing both physical and fire damage to enemies in its path and inflicting a burning effect.]
[Evaluation: This is a practical skill that combines a mage's burst damage with a warrior's mobility; its power is comparable to a level 20 intermediate skill.]
Su Ming looked at the flickering flame spike in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Is this the romance of a free spirit?
Although each item is trash on its own, with enough imagination, trash can be turned into gold.
Since that's the case... Su Ming's gaze fell on the pile of skill books, and his eyes became fanatical.
What if we combined the Assassin's Stealth with the Mage's Flash?
Could it be transformed into a life-saving technique that instantly blinds and makes one invisible?
What if we combined the priest's Healing Arts with the knight's Thorn Halo?
Could it be turned into a rogue skill that heals while reflecting damage?
Su Ming felt as if he had opened the door to a new world.
He once again immersed himself in a sea of skills and began his frantic experiments with permutations and combinations.
During this process, strange explosions, electric shocks, and even some indescribable eerie smoke could be heard from time to time in the training room.
Uncle Zhang, who was standing guard outside the door, was terrified. He tried to rush in to save the person several times, but he was stopped by the tightly closed door and the "Do Not Disturb" sign left by Su Qing.
The door to the training room finally opened at dusk.
Su Ming came out. Although his hair was a little messy and he had a faint smell of burning, his eyes were frighteningly bright.
Uncle Zhang quickly handed over a hot towel: "Young Master, are you alright? The noise inside just now... it sounded like a house being demolished."
Su Ming wiped his face and revealed a bright smile:
"It's nothing, just a small science experiment. By the way, Uncle Zhang, have the kitchen prepare extra meat tonight; I'm so hungry I could eat a whole cow."
Looking at Su Ming's somewhat tired but energetic appearance, Zhang Bo was secretly amazed.
Our young master seems to have really changed.
Su Ming silently looked at his newly revamped skill panel and nodded in satisfaction.
I wonder how Li Hao would react if that intensity hit him.
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