"Fist techniques, palm strikes, leg forms, footwork...
Every combat-type zombie had something they were proficient in before death.
These memories overlap, yet also complement one another—like pieces of a puzzle gradually filling in the gaps in my practical combat skills.
So far, fist technique memories are the most numerous, and they're also the first to bring about this sense of bottleneck..."
Lu Sheng pondered silently.
The greatest benefit the dream realm brought him was the continuous absorption of memories that could be integrated into his own being.
What took others countless time and effort to master, Lu Sheng could acquire effortlessly.
It was as if he was standing on the shoulders of countless predecessors, advancing at lightning speed.
And aside from the tremendous progress he'd made in Martial Arts due to absorbing large amounts of jumpsuit zombie memories, there was another gain—
Information about Base 1359.
From bits and pieces gathered across countless memories, Lu Sheng gradually pieced together a path—a real route to Base 1359.
"The direction is right. As long as I keep moving forward, one day I'll reach Base 1359..."
"And that day... shouldn't be far off."
Lu Sheng looked ahead. The area was shrouded in thick gray mist, and from time to time, a shambling silhouette would flash within it.
With firm determination in his eyes, Lu Sheng strode forward.
...
"In solving this problem..."
Back in the classroom, Lu Sheng listened attentively to the teacher's explanation.
Ever since his cultivation had entered a proper phase, Lu Sheng noticed that his mind had become significantly more agile.
He suspected this was due to the massive memory intake from the dream realm, which in turn stimulated his brain's development—enhancing memory, processing speed, and all other cognitive functions.
To put it simply: he had become smarter.
In more fantastical terms: his comprehension had improved.
In any case, learning textmaterial now felt incredibly easy to Lu Sheng.
What used to be confusing or hard to grasp could now be understood with just one read-through. He had become a proper "academic ace."
Even liberal arts subjects weren't completely useless to him.
After all, the college entrance exam included them, even if they didn't contribute heavily to the overall score.
"Alright, class dismissed..."
As the bell rang, the math teacher concluded the lesson and reminded them,
"Next period is the combat class. Make sure to head to the training hall ahead of time."
With that, the math teacher grabbed his teaching materials and teacup and walked out.
Lu Sheng packed up his notes and text, preparing to leave the classroom.
Combat class was usually held at the school's martial hall, a short walk from the teaching building. Including time to change clothes, anyone wanting to avoid being late had to head off right away.
Even the math teacher wouldn't dare run overtime because of that.
"Hey, Lu Sheng..."
Just as he stepped outside, someone called out from behind.
Liu Qiming hurried over, instinctively reaching out to sling his arm around Lu Sheng's shoulder—
But halfway through, his hand awkwardly paused and retracted.
"Wa-wait for me. Let's go together."
Even Liu Qiming wasn't sure what was going on.
They used to mess around and joke all the time—physical contact was nothing out of the ordinary.
But now, as he got closer to Lu Sheng, he felt a strange unease.
It was as if...
There was an invisible aura surrounding Lu Sheng's body, violently repelling him.
"You've really... changed a lot lately."
Liu Qiming tried to walk beside Lu Sheng, but couldn't help adopting a more cautious tone.
"Have I?"
Lu Sheng didn't notice anything unusual and replied casually,
"College entrance exams are coming. You know my family's situation—if I don't work hard now, I'll just become a burden..."
"Yeah... Our families are pretty similar. I need to start trying harder too."
Liu Qiming deliberately fell half a step behind, walking to Lu Sheng's side and rear.
Immediately, he felt much more relaxed.
Without having to face the overwhelming pressure radiating from Lu Sheng, he could speak more freely.
"But my family's a little better off. I'm an only child..."
Lu Sheng nodded.
That was true. If his family had only him, or just his younger sister Lu Qinghe, his parents' burden would be a lot lighter.
"Still, your sister's so talented. She'll probably get a guaranteed spot at Wu University with a full scholarship, plus other subsidies—
Ah, here's the locker room. I'll get the door for you..."
Liu Qiming sprinted ahead and opened the door for Lu Sheng.
Two people who once acted like diehard best friends—
Now, one seemed to have become the other's sidekick.
And yet Liu Qiming didn't even realize it; to him, everything felt natural and normal.
"Scholarship..."
A contemplative glint flashed in Lu Sheng's eyes.
Liu Qiming's words had sparked an idea.
He'd been thinking a lot lately about how to earn money.
On one hand, he wanted to reduce his family's burden so his parents didn't have to work so hard.
On the other, as his Martial Arts cultivation advanced, it would inevitably require more and more financial support.
Take food, for instance.
Ordinary meals were becoming increasingly inadequate to keep up with his rising Vitality Index.
If this continued, his progress would slow—
And he'd end up as nothing more than a terrifying feces-production machine.
Previously, Lu Sheng had thought about earning money by becoming a Level-1 Official Warrior, which would allow him to receive a monthly Martial Allowance of several thousand yuan. That money could be used to buy supplements to replenish his vitality.
But now Liu Qiming's comment made him think of another way—scholarships.
Every school offered material rewards to top students, and Baihe No. 3 High School was no exception.
"If I remember right, Baihe No. 3's First-Class Scholarship is a full ten thousand yuan...
If I can earn that..."
Lu Sheng's thoughts immediately sharpened.
To compete for that prize, he would need to showcase the talent and strength befitting a top scholarship recipient.
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