Doomsday simulator, I prove extraordinary with swordsmanship

Log: You opened the treasure chest (white) x1, obtained simulation points +2, strengthening stone (white) x2, boxer's diary (gray) x1, spark residual ash (color) x1

Looking at the things opened in the treasure chest, Zhao Cheng fell into deep thought again.

My fortune today seems to be more or less wrong.

With some strange thoughts in his heart, Zhao Cheng clicked on the diary.

First page:

As far as I can remember, for a long time, I didn't know there was such a thing as parents.

Many of my companions and I live in pigeon cages in the gathering place, exchanging labor for food.

It was only later that I learned that there are many pigeonholes in the wasteland. This is not due to the kindness of some people. It is just that the population is a precious renewable resource in the wasteland.

Pigeon coops consume few resources, require only some of the worst and worst quality food, and less than a fifth of the children survive, but for some people, even a tenth of the life is profitable.

The wasteland is short of people, but it never lacks of abandoned children.

The second page:

Food is scarce, and competition is not allowed, but as long as it is not seen, there will be no punishment.

I can't remember the exact time, the first time I bit the throat of a child who was trying to steal my food.

Later, similar things happened many times, but only the first time, I remember the most deeply, even though decades have passed, I still remember the fearful eyes of other children.

Humans, in fact, are not fundamentally different from beasts.

The third page:

As I grew older, I became the lowest-level slave in the settlement, doing the most work and taking the least food and water.

Many slaves are envious of the civilians in the gathering place, and I am one of them.

At one point, I was very puzzled why they were civilians and we were slaves.

Some people say that because we were brought up by the gathering place, we must give back to the gathering place.

For a time, I believed it.

Until one day later, a group of thugs came to the gathering place.

They killed people and set fire to them, but the previous high-ranking managers, like quails, could only tremble.

At that moment, I understood.

The real reason, is power!

No one explained the so-called truth to me, but I learned by myself and understood that this is a world where power determines everything.

The strong can dominate the weak at will.

That day, the fire in the gathering place was very big, and the fire in my eyes was also very big.

Fourth page:

Those thugs didn't kill too many people, because if they finished killing people, they couldn't continue to rob them in the future.

When the thugs came for the second time, I took advantage of the chaos, grabbed some food and water, and ran to the wilderness.

Because I realize that if I continue to stay in the gathering place, even if I can live, but even after another hundred years, I will still be the lowest slave.

Even if the manager promises that we can become civilians as long as we work for 30 years.

But I know it's just a beautiful lie, slave, few people can live more than thirty years.

Moreover, here, I will never be able to grasp the power!

Fifth page:

I thought I was going to die, but I survived.

In another gathering place far away, I am no longer a slave, but start with a new identity.

It was also here that I learned about and became fascinated by the thing called boxing.

However, boxing is only a very small number of strong people who are qualified to master it.

But I, by chance, found a way to steal.

That is, to dispose of the corpse.

The strong in the gathering place always force the slaves to do sparring, that is, to be beaten, in order to refresh their strength.

As far as boxing is concerned, it is meaningless to simply look at the movements.

But I am trying to figure out boxing skills through movements and the traces on the corpse.

This is very slow, difficult, and requires countless attempts, and may not even be right in the end, but this is my only chance to change my destiny.

Sixth page:

I became weak for a while, and my weak strength became weaker. At the most dangerous time, I seemed to hear the whisper of death.

But after all, I survived the most difficult years. Gradually, I became stronger according to the boxing methods I explored.

At the same time, when I was extremely close to death, I seemed to understand the secret of boxing, that's it.

There are many subtle points in the human body, and the mystery of boxing lies in them!

It's just that as my body grows stronger, those points become unfeelable.

Seventh page:

It seems that several years have passed, and my body has become extremely strong, compared to the earliest days.

At the same time, the boxing techniques I secretly learned and explored can no longer continue to strengthen my body.

So, I decided to change places, I want to learn new boxing techniques.

I've been around, I've walked a lot, I've almost died many times, but I'm still alive.

It seems that the heaven in the dark has always taken care of me.

Perhaps, in this world, there are indeed people who are destined to become strong, and that person is me, and the sky will not let me die easily.

How many times have I told myself this in desperation.

Eighth page:

Facts have proved that there is a limit to stealing.

For a stronger road, I joined the mob group in the wilderness and became cannon fodder.

Some thugs have mastered the mysteries of boxing.

But they will never take those out easily. In the wilderness, punches are priceless things, because they mean power.

However, any larger group of thugs will provide some boxing secrets, which can be obtained as long as they perform meritorious deeds.

This is also the key to attracting cannon fodder for the thug groups, some very low knowledge of boxing for them.

Page Nine:

Just like the gathering place in the wilderness, the thugs in the wilderness are also precarious.

Many times, I almost thought I was going to die, but in the end I survived.

And the mob group I joined at the beginning also went through several times of annexation and being annexed, and finally became the cannon fodder of the famous Demon King Army.

It was here that I met the man who had the greatest influence on my life, General Jie Tian!

When we met for the first time, he was wearing black armor, riding a domineering motorcycle, and his huge body was as towering as a mountain.

The locomotive rushed down from the cliff of the hill and drew a gorgeous arc in the air. At that moment, I was shocked like never before. I seemed to understand what the power and boxing I was looking for most were for.

Tenth page:

The Demon King's Army is far more generous than other places. In my opinion, many powerful boxing techniques can be obtained here through credit.

So I went crazy!

I kill people with red eyes, even if I am about to die, I will kill the person in front of me, even if I can't move my arms and legs, I will bite the other person to death with my teeth.

Time seems to go back to when I first bit the throats of other children with my teeth, and everything seemed different, but it seemed the same.

Gradually, Mad Dog became my name.