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Metal fragments flew everywhere.
That's an absolutely awesome move, the kind even Superman couldn't do.
however.
The number of eyes a human can have is ultimately limited. Ian, who wished he had eyes all over his body, still couldn't escape the fate of being rammed head-on by another aircraft carrier.
Seeing that her mystical methods couldn't eliminate Ian, the Supreme Witch resorted to physical means, and it had to be said that the effect was remarkable. Ian was directly and forcefully slammed into the twisted ground by the aircraft carrier.
The earth shattered.
Dust filled the sky.
With a deafening roar, Ian, along with the massive aircraft carrier, crashed to the ground like a meteorite, creating a huge crater in the twisted street.
The powerful impact caused the ground to tremble continuously.
Countless fragments of rock and dust erupted from the point of impact, forming a massive, dark mushroom cloud that instantly enveloped Ian and the aircraft carrier.
"Cough cough, this is much more powerful than the Great Fortune Celestial Venerable." Ian was glad that he was no longer the boy he used to be, otherwise he would probably have been knocked into another world again.
[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +6]
[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +7]
[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +8]
……
The frantic prompts echoed in my ears.
It wasn't just feedback from the system; it was the groaning of Ian's internal organs. His body, dozens of times stronger than that of an ordinary person, was overwhelmed by the weight of the aircraft carrier.
of course.
It wasn't exactly a complete mess. However, it did tend to resemble half of its body turning into a meat patty. Fortunately, the [Perfect Divine Body] was powerful enough, resulting in a rather thick and chewy meat patty.
Berserker LV5 [16/160]
Strength: 44-46
[Physical fitness: 60-61.5]
Intelligence: 4.2-4.3
[Spirit: 31-31.2]
This directly upgraded Ian, showing how serious his injuries were. He finally reached level five of the [Berserker] class, and Ian immediately learned the skill he had been longing for.
[Blood of Wrath: You can control the burning of your blood, imbuing your attacks with the power to destroy the souls of your enemies. Every 1% of your blood carries 1% true damage.]
As a noble berserker, Ian deserves noble percentage-based damage. He discards other useless skills in the early game so that he can gain a truly divine skill again at level five.
It's currently only at the initial level, which is the beginner level, but Ian still has two [Berserker] class skill points, so he can directly upgrade it again.
"Let's put that aside for now, I need to save myself first." Ian's body was half-pressed under the aircraft carrier, and he didn't have enough strength to lift the carrier to save himself.
[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +9]
[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +6]
[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +4]
……
“Perhaps I’m not in such a hurry.” Ian lay down, even though he was carrying the aircraft carrier in his belly, he didn’t want to call for help, but just used [Self-Healing Frenzy] to maintain his consciousness.
He definitely has to go out, since the problem of the Supreme Witch hasn't been solved yet, but he's not willing to give up his lower body and crawl out to grow a new one.
Normal people know this.
Original body parts are always the best.
"Why are you so happy?" The demon head, which was almost crushed into crumbs, rolled back to Ian's side, its expression full of confusion, after Ian had tossed it aside.
“That woman is strong, but thankfully, I’m clearly a cut above her.” Ian looked up at the sky, where the old witch was floating in mid-air again, as if continuing to draw power from the Sandman—the old witch’s body was almost reduced to shards of ceramic, and Ian was convinced that she certainly didn’t have the ability to become stronger from injury like he did.
"..."
The demon head stared at Ian, who was crushed by the aircraft carrier and probably had half of his body gone. It fell into a long silence, completely unable to understand what kind of superior skill this was.
"Praise be to God Ian."
of course.
Even the demon's head has become clever.
When it doesn't understand, it will give Ian emotional value.
"Stop praising me, come over here and let me have a couple of bites..." Ian needs to keep using his healing ability to maintain a balance, but the energy reserves in his body are ultimately limited.
It looked like even the fat underneath the aircraft carrier had been used up.
The experience gained will naturally become less and less.
[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +3]
[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +1]
……
Ian had known this all along: physical damage received after recovery would generate experience, but experience gained from physical damage already received would not last very long.
Seeing that his self-healing ability was about to run out, Ian also wanted to drink a few sips of No. 666 fuel—he was so hungry that his eyes were bloodshot, just as the demon head was about to sacrifice itself to save its master.
Is that Ian down there?
A clear female voice came from above the pit.
Ian looked up.
"Hey, you're not dreaming?" He was quite surprised. He saw Madison wearing a tracksuit and carrying a backpack, squatting on the edge of the pit and looking down.
"I knew it was you! Only you like to chew on random things!" Madison's expression was somewhat delighted upon hearing this. She jumped down and slowly landed on the ground.
It's obvious that some kind of magical power was used.
"Oh my god! Are you okay?" Madison liked to spin around when she landed. She should probably play Batman with her face covered. But when she saw Ian, her expression immediately turned to shock.
How can someone be trapped under an aircraft carrier and still have a smile on their face?!
“You’re perfect for Hollywood. Do I look like I’m doing okay?” Ian stared at Madison, swallowing hard.
His words made Madison very embarrassed.
However, the young woman still looked at Ian with concern, "What happened to you? This is an inland city, right? How could an aircraft carrier have pinned you down?"
Even though Madison wasn't very good at geography, she was convinced that the aircraft carrier shouldn't be there—and she was right, though Ian was too ashamed to talk about being ambushed by the old witch.
“When disaster struck, I stepped forward, but good cannot prevail over evil, and now I am afraid my days are numbered.” Ian swallowed hard again, lowering his voice and speaking with a hint of melancholy.
“Tell my mom and dad that I love them.” As he spoke, Ian smeared some mud on his face, mainly because he didn’t have any extra blood to waste.
His little actions went unnoticed.
Madison's tears streamed down her face.
The tear glands are indeed well-developed.
"It's alright, I can revive you." Madison knelt in the pool of blood, her hands radiating a healing white light. Clearly, she had gained some initial mastery of her abilities.
this moment.
Ian immediately felt a warm sensation all over his body, and his newly formed muscle tissue stretched out like tender buds in spring. However, due to the massive size of the aircraft carrier, comparable to a five-fingered mountain, he was unable to regain his former roundness.
[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +5]
[Berserker has received overload damage, experience +6]
……
but.
My experience points, however, continued to increase.
"Little punk, you really are my handpicked nanny! I'm going to pay you a salary!" Ian was overjoyed. He could sense that Madison's abilities were slightly stronger than his un-upgraded [Self-Healing Frenzy].
Madison was speechless upon hearing this. While continuing her treatment, she asked, "What happened? My mom and dad were both trapped in a bubble."
Regarding my own experience.
Madison found it all very surreal.
"Of course it's that old hag in the sky causing trouble and ruining the whole city." Ian gestured towards the sky, his hand reaching for Madison's backpack but failing.
After all, it's not a gibbon.
"That's what I was thinking too, but I still want to confirm it with you, after all, you are Superman." Madison seemed to still firmly believe in Ian's identity as Superman.
“Yes, yes, but Superman can’t really stand up anymore because my magic resistance is a bit low.” Ian nodded in satisfaction, continuing to enjoy the joy of his rapidly increasing experience points.
They were attacked using the tactics of "dreamers".
How can it not be considered taking magical damage?
Time flies by.
Berserker LV6 [3/320]
Strength: 46-48
[Physical fitness: 61.5-63.4]
Intelligence: 4.3-4.4
[Spirit: 31.2-31.5]
Ian was promoted again thanks to Madison's "life extension." This also meant that Ian had a new means of escape—he had always had a backup plan.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have remained so calm.
"I can not make it."
Madison had held on for several minutes, but her feeble magic was eventually exhausted. Her face grew paler and paler, and she finally slumped backward and collapsed to the ground.
"Really, not a single drop is left?"
Ian asked tentatively.