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Chapter 43 - 35 Buy One Get One Free, Art is Explosion

Chapter 43: Chapter 35 Buy One Get One Free, Art is Explosion

"It’s time to open the blind box!"

Brian rubbed his hands with a sense of ritual, lay down flat on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

He found himself once again in that familiar white space.

In the space,

a golden orb floated, accompanied by two smaller specks of light.

The golden orb was a Gift from completing Mad Dog Ike’s obsession.

It made Brian wonder if all the Skill Orbs representing skills from now on would be gold.

It certainly looked high-end.

The two tiny lights were fragments of memory from the giver of the obsession, dating back to their lifetimes.

Brian had encountered these before.

Most of those memories were useless.

But they seemed to enhance his Spiritual Strength.

After all, since the Blood Moon incident,

even without using the snap-transfer method, he hadn’t experienced hallucinations or any other forms of mental anomalies for a quite a while.

...

The absorption of the Skill Orb

seemed to take a very long time.

So Brian decided to crush the orbs representing the memories of the deceased first.

The first deceased was Kenneth.

His memory was worthless, just a fragment of his girlfriend Shaina telling him she was pregnant.

Brian had no interest in watching a bitch’s feigned affection and quickly skipped over it.

The second was Mad Dog Ike.

This guy’s memories were a chaotic mess.

One second he was riding Shaina hard, and the next, he was holding a detonator, cackling madly as he threw it toward a distant cop car.

You have to say, the guy had a hell of an arm with his Throwing.

Brian suspected that Mad Dog Ike might really have had a screw loose, a true madman.

"What a pity, I thought there might be some memories of a hidden stash or something..."

After watching the two memory fragments,

Brian reached for the golden orb.

The moment he touched it, the orb turned into flowing light and surged into Brian’s consciousness.

A sense of enlightenment flooded into Brian’s mind:

Talent: Supercomputer Perception

Skill: Precise Throwing

Huh???

Brian was a bit stupefied.

Wait a minute.

He was promised a skill!

And he ended up with a buy-one-get-one-free deal, a Talent thrown in?

If one were to describe Brian’s feelings at the moment, it would be like defeating a major BOSS, finding a shiny golden chest in the loot, opening it to discover a bunch of flimsy umbrellas—utterly speechless and disappointed—only to realize upon using them that they were not only light and compact but also enhanced and CHU...

This... was awesome!

Precise Throwing.

Brian wasn’t very interested.

The skill sounded pretty LOW.

But that Talent, Supercomputer Perception, was different.

It sounded like some serious gear!

Just as Brian was feeling curious,

a wave of dizziness overcame him.

His consciousness slowly drifted into sleep.

...

Where is this?

Brian looked around, a bit dazed, at the three or four police cars surrounding him.

In his hands, he held a kerosene lighter and a detonator, with a row of high-explosive tubes wrapped in yellow paper across his chest—like a living bomb, cackling madly.

Wasn’t he just receiving a Gift from the dead?

What the hell was this?

Brian realized he seemed to be possessing the body of a terrorist, located in some abandoned estate in the suburbs, apparently being chased by the police, and knew nothing beyond that, as if he was watching someone play a first-person virtual game.

Bang bang bang~

The police, without any hesitation, started firing towards him.

"Come on, you damned cops."

The guy Brian was possessing showed no fear of being shot at by a barrage of guns; instead, he lit the detonator first, and with uncanny accuracy, he threw it over fifty or sixty meters.

Boom~

An old police car was lifted into the air by the blast wave, crashing down heavily onto a fat policeman.

"Ha ha ha!"

"Blow you bitches to hell!"

One after another, the high-explosive tubes were thrown precisely at the police cars and officers ahead.

In just a short while,

the surroundings, except for the bodies and wrecked police cars, returned to quiet.

Brian watched, dumbfounded.

What a guy!

Really, what a guy!

The body he possessed must have belonged to a bomb expert.

Whether it was fifty-sixty meters away or seventy-eighty meters away.

Whether they were hiding behind a wall or beside a car.

The detonating caps he threw were like they were guided by precision navigation, landing unerringly next to the police cars and officers, causing them to not even have a chance to run away before they were wiped out in just a few breaths.

"Right, why does this guy’s voice sound so familiar?"

Brian thought of the skills he had just acquired and realized, wasn’t this Mad Dog Ike’s voice!

But it sounded a little sharp.

Like it was changing?

Brian wondered.

Could it be that he had possessed the body of Mad Dog Ike as a teenager or young adult?

As he pondered in secret,

the body slowly walked to those still burning old police cars and began looting corpses.

Not until all the guns and ammunition were packed

did the possessed body spit on the pile of police corpses, "Was it just for blowing up that bitch’s mine owner that they chased me so far, fuck, can’t use the name Drew anymore, perfect time to go back to the old home, take my brother with me, and head to Los Angeles..."

Carrying a bag of weapons and ammo,

the possessed body returned to the abandoned, decrepit mansion and got into a car that had a strong sense of the era, driving onto the outer path.

Through the car’s rearview mirror,

Brian finally saw the face of the body he possessed: not at all good-looking, with a few light freckles on his cheeks, just a white teenager.

"It really is Ike!"

"But he doesn’t have that mad demeanor."

"Could this be Ike’s memories from when he was a teenager?"

With these questions lingering, Brian’s consciousness blurred.

When he regained his consciousness, he was back at the opening scene...

...

Saturday, early morning.

Brian opened his eyes, feeling a bit weary.

But everything had changed!

Everything he laid eyes on was different.

Brian looked around his apartment where he had lived for several years in amazement.

Everything was the same.

Yet, when the light passed through his retina and transferred the visual information into his brain, the perception was different!

Brian discovered with astonishment that he could precisely determine the length, width, height, and distance to himself of everything in his field of vision, automatically converting it into units he could understand.

It was a magical sensation.

Brian walked to the apartment window and gazed at the distant view.

The same perception.

The same feedback.

But now it included additional senses like wind speed and humidity.

Obviously.

The Supercomputer Perception wasn’t just affecting Brian’s vision but was also enhancing the subtle sensations of his skin towards the external environment.

It was like he was born to be a sniper observer!

Besides this special perception,

Brian also found that as long as an object entered his field of view, even if his subconscious didn’t notice that object, it would still seamlessly imprint into his mind with the transformed sensation.

He felt like he was playing a shooting game with data cheats on.

This meant that his observational skills also underwent a qualitative improvement.

If he had good gun skills, he would be invincible!

"Great talent!"

Brian felt somewhat elated but also a little stunned.

No wonder Mad Dog Ike possessed such a rare Precise Throwing talent.

With such perception,

merely practicing control of strength would almost equal a sure hit.

Brian casually picked up his phone.

Immediately,

the weight and the three-dimensional data of the phone became crystal clear to him.

A rush of confidence surged through him.

He was confident that he could throw his phone with pinpoint accuracy to the furthest distance it could go, the error not exceeding ten centimeters!

What if he replaced the phone with high explosives?

Brian grinned, "Art is an explosion, after all!"

Next,

he would practice his gun skills extensively to fully utilize the Supercomputer Perception talent!

He really didn’t know why Mad Dog Ike, with such an outrageous talent, was so foolish as to only develop a Precise Throwing skill with so many limitations. If it were gun skills, Brian even doubted whether those officers could have escaped Ike’s fatal sniping back in the day.

...

Ding-a-ling-ling~

The phone alarm rang.

Brian suppressed the excitement and joy in his heart and walked to the mirror to tidy up his image.

Today was the date for his orientation training at Ace Base.

He was going to work!