NOVEL WEB 0034 – Record Summary
Although Zoe Carter had no intention of exercising recently, she continued to keep records and summaries.
[ Eighth Record: January 26, 2024 ]
[ 1. Standard number of push-ups: 5020 ]
[ 2. Discovered the existence of killing intent, with a range of 50 meters. The intensity can be adjusted. It can directly induce adults into a state of stiffness and fear, repeated application and cancellation can psychologically harm others. ]
[ Ninth Record: January 27, 2024 ]
[ 1. Standard number of push-ups: 5030 ]
[ 2. Proficient in controlling killing intent, can designate a single unit or a group, or release indiscriminately. Within the 50-meter range of killing intent release, intensity can be freely adjusted. ]
Looking back at the records from previous days, it can be observed that her physical strength is still increasing, albeit at a very slow rate. Except for tests, without actively engaging in any exercise, the number of standard push-ups is progressing at a snail's pace.
Compared to the progress rate in the past, this does indeed make her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
The feeling of the body gradually improving bit by bit is more satisfying than any other feeling. The sense of achievement, the feeling of moving forward, the knowledge that effort pays off, is unparalleled.
In front of this matter, things like money and career in reality actually have no meaning. But in order to understand the trigger mechanism of dormant evolution and whether exercising affects it, such choices are necessary.
She must figure out whether not exercising for one or two weeks will affect the next possible dormant evolution. This mechanism that concerns her fundamental self cannot be taken lightly.
Thinking this way, Zoe quickly conducted a physical test. After ten seconds of complete physical recovery, she recorded today's standard number of push-ups:
[ Twelfth Record: February 1, 2024 ]
[ 1. Standard number of push-ups: 5080 ]
Apart from this, there doesn't seem to be anything else worth recording. Thinking about how she spent the whole day, it seems that there really isn't anything else noteworthy to record.
She can't possibly include in her records the fact that she achieved more than ten consecutive headshots every instance in a game, right?
The auxiliary effects brought by such extreme coordination and control are not necessary to write down.
Contemplating this, Zoe put down her old phone and put it inside the vault.
Looking at the darkening sky, Zoe, who doesn't need to sleep, began her nocturnal activities. Next, it's time for passionate writing late into the night.
Even though she said things like money and career were meaningless, the current her, even though she no longer needs to eat, drink, or sleep, still hasn't reached the point of not needing money at all.
After the laptop came back, it was time to continue filling up the manuscript with edits.
In the afternoon, in the Wings Gone New Village, a residential area for the elderly, a grand performing troupe was invited by the neighborhood committee to perform. The performance took place on the square near Wings Gone New Village's market. Many people were attracted to it. Many elderly people brought their own stools and sat on the square early, waiting.
When Zoe received a reminder message from Benny, she decided to go and see the excitement.
In Short-term Plan 2.0, it was written that there was no need to exercise recently, just to enjoy oneself. At most, she would develop her special abilities outside of physical exercise.
As for her other abilities including transparent world and killing intent, she had already roughly trained them this morning. Zoe had just finished walking around the bottom of her building and had also exterminated pests directly under the neighboring building.
Killing intent to drive away pests, with a one hundred percent success rate!
After finishing the simple exercise of abilities, Zoe didn't go home to change clothes. Instead, she went straight to the square wearing slippers and very casual clothing typical of a tomboy: cargo pants and a plain grey t-shirt.
She still remembered the last time she watched the acrobatics. It was when she was very young. At that time, she was still in elementary school in the countryside. The aunt in the acrobatics troupe who crushed stones with her chest left a deep impression on her.
Now hearing that there would be acrobatics today, she naturally arrived at the scene early. However, when she arrived, it seemed like she wasn't early enough. The members of the acrobatics troupe in the middle of the square were still setting up the stage, and there were already many elderly people sitting in rows below.
Zoe looked around. She adjusted her usual transparent world ability slightly, increasing her focus on Benny. Immediately, she spotted Benny in the southeast corner.
Seeing this, Zoe walked over and directly sat down behind Benny on two particularly extraordinary armchairs.
"Ah, you finally made it, seniorita" Benny said, pushing his hat brim and smiling as he sat down.
There was a hint of expectant praise on his face.
"How long have you been preparing for this?" Zoe looked at the armchairs under herself and Benny, then looked at the solid wood table in front of them with several fruit trays. She understood that this was definitely the influence of Benny's damn sense of ceremony. Even though it was an outdoor performance, people around were sitting on their own plastic stools. Yet here, it felt like a private box.
"Not long," Benny said, raising his head proudly, not saying much more. But that nose almost reaching the sky clearly showed his self-satisfaction.
After a moment of contemplation, Zoe, feeling the cushioned armchair beneath her, comfortable to lean against, didn't complain much. Instead, she earnestly gave Benny a thumbs up.
Then the two chatted for a while. Finally, the preparations of the acrobatics troupe were completed. They stopped chatting and looked over.
Under the expectant gaze of the surrounding audience, two individuals came to the stage carrying something resembling a drum barrel with a golden hammer.
Obviously, it was a heavy object. When it hit the ground, it made a loud noise.
In front of everyone's expectant gaze, a person lay on the stage bed, with a large stone slab placed on them. Another person who looked particularly strong approached the bed, dragging the drum barrel with the golden hammer.
Perhaps the drum barrel with the golden hammer was too heavy. The person who looked particularly strong dragged it on the ground to save effort. Accompanied by the strong friction sound, the atmosphere around suddenly became enthusiastic.
Obviously, they were going to start the show with the classic act of crushing stones with the chest.
Watching this scene, Zoe strangely lacked the innocent anticipation she had as a child. Perhaps because deep down, she felt... I can do it too!
Whether it's being the one getting hit or the one hitting, I can do it!
She could handle the drum barrel with the golden hammer that looked like hundreds of kilograms and dance with it single-handedly. Even if she got hit, her instinct told her that her superhuman body wouldn't be penetrated.
