Silicon Invasion

To be honest, an increase of 0.5 centimeters isn't as noticeable as one might imagine.

Luo Rui simply felt that the shape of his nails seemed a bit sharper.

Luo's mother had those pointy nails; when they grew long, she looked like a werewolf. Luo Rui was very envious, but unfortunately, he inherited Luo's father's flat, trapezoidal nails.

Fortunately, he had them now too.

Perhaps due to the energy expenditure, or maybe the massive dehydration just now, Luo Rui's body felt somewhat weak.

He braced himself, leaning on the edge of the bed as he sat up. Sweat dripped from his temples onto his shoulders, causing his white cotton T-shirt to show two different shades.

His arms were sore and difficult to lift. Luo Rui struggled to take off his shirt. The cool breeze brushed against his skin, and the rapid evaporation of moisture gave him a refreshing sensation.

He couldn't help but hum a couple of times. Luo Rui got out of bed and stood up, swinging his arms and twisting his hips to stretch his muscles and bones.

"Huh?"

Luo Rui suddenly exclaimed softly.

He saw that his belly, which had previously been slightly flabby with only the vague outlines of the top two abdominal muscles, was now as if sculpted by an axe, with ten distinct abdominal muscles and clear lines.

Physical fitness was also a compulsory subject for mech pilots, so Luo Rui paid great attention to exercising in his spare time. However, some people's physiques, without steroids or protein powder, could never develop clear abdominal muscles. There were always a few small pockets of fat, like bone-attached maggots, that could never be reduced.

Could these energy points be the fat on his body? Luo Rui was somewhat suspicious. What if there were too many? Those little brothers had followed him for many years.

Never abandoning him.

Alas, Luo Rui sighed, a smile blooming on his face.

Pushing open the door, Luo Rui's home was just a typical middle-class family dwelling, a simple three-bedroom apartment. He wandered around for a bit and found that his parents weren't home.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Before the strengthening, he had no idea there was such a process. Luckily, his parents weren't home, or he might have been sent to the hospital again.

His already meager summer vacation time couldn't be wasted any further.

He went to the living room and stepped on the scale: 151 pounds!

He had lost more than three pounds. Sure enough, the strengthening had a slight side effect, which was gratifying.

If a young fairy obtained the attribute table, this side effect alone would be enough; as for the rest, it would be optional.

He washed his face and returned to the bedroom. Opening his pencil case, he took out his set square. After some measuring, the attribute table was honest and fair, not a bit more, not a bit less, each finger had increased by exactly 0.5 centimeters.

He pulled a black keyboard from under the bed. Although the style was somewhat different from the Warrior 7 console, the number of keys was exactly the same.

Mech technology had developed for several decades, but for a long time, it was laying the foundation. Only in the last decade or two had it begun to enter a stage of rapid development, and the speed of upgrades had also accelerated considerably.

Therefore, it was difficult for a mech pilot to stay with one mech for their entire career. To allow pilots to be compatible with more mechs, a global standard for the command set keyboard layout had been established.

He carefully placed the keyboard and plugged in the power.

The danger of being a mech pilot was extremely high. Exploring other worlds was a given, and even in competitions, it was not uncommon for pilots to get carried away and have their cockpits blown up. Therefore, Luo's mother was not very supportive of Luo Rui's mech pilot dreams.

In addition, Luo's mother listened to slander and practiced some kind of 'raising a son in poverty' nonsense. Not only was Luo Rui's allowance pitifully small, but even his lucky money from childhood was only briefly in his hands before Luo's mother took it away under the pretext of saving it for his future wife, and its whereabouts remained unknown to this day.

So, this keyboard was something Luo Rui had saved up a lot of effort to buy. For this, he had gone without snacks for a long time, and even missed out on his friends' card-collecting activities.

Sitting upright in front of the keyboard, Luo Rui closed his eyes to calm his mind. Sunlight shone through the window and onto his body, the fine hairs on his face reflecting golden light, making the scene seem somewhat sacred for a moment.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of light shooting out. His hands began to dance, and at the same time, the timer started working.

"Pitter-patter, clickety-clack ~"

An old man who could predict with the law of causality once said that appearance is combat power. To know if a warship is strong or if its layout is scientific, just look at whether it is good-looking.

Finger technique also has similar attributes in this regard. To know if it is smooth, you can listen to the key sounds.

The finger techniques that Luo Rui had previously spent a lot of effort and time practicing, when executing a standard command set, the rhythm was like a sonorous battle song, full of artistic beauty.

But at this moment, this beautiful rhythm had flaws. Some parts were intermittent, occasionally there would be stalls, and even worse, it was like an amateur playing the erhu, the awkward and unpleasant sound like a donkey braying.

55.3 seconds!

4.1 seconds slower than his best record!

But Luo Rui didn't mind. With the increase in finger length, the previous finger techniques were definitely no longer applicable.

But now his upper limit had been raised. Although the finger techniques were useless, the various force-generating skills and experiences could still be useful.

It was like originally driving a manual minivan, and now switching to an automatic SUV. Although the control system had changed somewhat, with the original experience, adapting to the new car wouldn't take too much time. The difficulty was simply incomparable to learning to drive from scratch.

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And Luo Rui's situation was similar. As long as he practiced diligently and found a comfortable force-generating action as soon as possible, once he found a new rhythm, his performance would inevitably have a new leap.

But not now!

His fingers had not yet reached the optimal length, and he would have to go through one or two more rounds of strengthening. Any practice before that would be in vain.

So, his current task was to eat!

To eat as much as possible!

After so much torment, Luo Rui was very exhausted, and his stomach had long been protesting. He carefully put away the keyboard, quickly washed up, and went out.

His empty wallet didn't give Luo Rui many choices. After searching through software, a revolving hot pot restaurant with decent reviews became the next victim.

Hunger made him hurry, striding forward, and he arrived at the scene of the crime in less than ten minutes.

The reviews were somewhat reliable. The small shop wasn't big, the environment was nice, and it looked very clean.

Two long tables were placed in the center, able to seat about thirty people. Various ingredients were placed in bowls and plates on the tables, slowly rotating along the track.

Since it was just past lunchtime, there were only five or six people in the shop, which was perfect for Luo Rui to perform.

29.8 yuan, successful payment by scanning the code. Luo Rui found an inconspicuous corner to sit down.

There were many ingredients, mostly vegetables and various unknown balls, either not filling or unhealthy, but for the sake of energy points, it didn't matter.

What's more, the peanut sesame dipping sauce in this shop was free… …

Luo Rui's skin was still too thin. The people eating had changed two waves, and he was already a little embarrassed. He elegantly wiped his mouth and got up to leave.

Behind him,

Was a dipping sauce pot that was more than half empty,

And the beautiful proprietress's eyes that wanted to stab someone.