"Squeak-bang."
The brown-red painted car door was gently closed from the outside by the sycophantic caravan captain.
The soundproofing was quite good.
The shouts, calls, and even curses that had filled the ears were abruptly reduced with the closing of the door.
For a mont, only the long, slow breathing and the subtle sound of the silver coin rubbing against the palm’s flesh echoed within the carriage.
It seed carefully chosen; the silver coin was full in color, with no dirt between its surface textures, and hardly any signs of wear.
Being tossed up and down in the palm, it appeared to have nothing special about it.
But if you stared unblinkingly at that seemingly ordinary coin, you would notice.
Its speed and trajectory in the rise and fall seed to deviate from the expected pattern.
With articulated long fingers, the silver coin slightly wobbled at the end of the index finger, the thumb beneath suddenly exerting force.
Whizz—
The silver coin flipped, lightly flicked away.
Under normal circumstances, this coin, already released from the hand, should gradually slow down under the joint influence of air resistance and gravity and approach zero at the highest point.
But at the mont, the coin bizarrely maintained uniform speed while flipping upward.
As if, for a few brief fractions of a second, it escaped the control of gravity.
Then ca a pause.
The uniformly ascending coin seed to hit an invisible wall, stopping again at the highest point where its speed, influenced by various forces, should’ve been zero.
However, compared to the trajectory under normal physical laws where the coin gradually decelerates to a stop,
now the coin’s pause seed particularly abrupt.
Giving the illusion of lingering long in the air.
It suddenly fell!
Without any acceleration process, the silver coin hanging mid-air fell down at an equally counterintuitive speed, turning into a silver-white light, plumting sharply.
The speed and force were so great that it made a clear thud upon colliding with the palm.
Fingers closed, gripping the coin.
The black eyes reflected the slightly pale knuckles when clenching the fist.
Xia Nan leaned back against the soft seat inside the carriage, his expression calm.
At present, five days had passed since his return from the adventurer association.
Having just ended a strenuous adventure, he took this ti to give himself a proper break.
He didn’t accept any more bounties, just stayed in River Valley Town resting, waiting for the association’s professional promotion tasks.
Of course, his idea of "rest" didn’t an lying on the inn’s bed doing nothing but sleeping or eating.
In terms of daily basic training, Xia Nan considered himself quite diligent.
During these five days, the skill level of battle skills, including [Teeth Hunting] and [Gravity Etching], had a certain improvent.
He had further familiarized himself with the dramatically increased physical attributes and related passive specialties after the upgrade.
It’s worth ntioning his mastery of the third battle skill [Gravity Control].
Perhaps due to its overly bright prospects, the allure of "Gravity Manipulation" was too great.
Xia Nan specifically set aside a significant portion of ti dedicated to training this skill.
Even during als, walks, or breaks, he trained in the manner similar to controlling the speed of the coin’s rise and fall a mont ago.
—If it weren’t for the current Gravity Control being only at lv1, unable to exert prolonged influence on the entire body, he had even considered adjusting his gravity to accelerate physical attribute enhancents.
After days of relentless practice, he gained "profound and effective" progress in skill proficiency.
Gazing at his reflection in the car window, the attribute panel slowly erged in front of him:
[Gravity Control] lv1: (2/100)
Just say whether it has increased or not!
Even a slight increase in skill level represented a huge...for Xia Nan.
Alright.
Helplessly shaking his head, Xia Nan dismissed the attribute panel hovering before his eyes.
Despite anticipating the high quality due to the exaggerated effects of [Gravity Control],
but diligently training for so many days and gaining only a little increase in proficiency still surprised him.
He could certainly comfort himself with "at least it has increased a little" or "better than no increase at all."
But truly, confronted with the pitiful numbers "(2/100)" on the panel, an overwhelming sense of powerlessness erged.
After all, Xia Nan knew well that based on his understanding of the rules, a skill’s proficiency becos harder to obtain the further it progresses.
If it’s this slow at the beginning, he dared not imagine when proficiency reaches fifty or sixty, even seventy or eighty points...
However, there’s good news; optimistically looking at it from a different angle.
The reason the proficiency of [Gravity Control] is so hard to acquire is precisely because of the skill’s great potential and exaggerated effects.
It’s foreseeable that the improvents brought by upgrading this skill from lv1 to lv2 may even be far more than [Vortex Slash]’s growth from Level 1 to Level 5.
Each level is a qualitative change.
Besides, in five days, there was news from the "Rock Hamr" Blacksmith Shop.
Unfortunately.
The bone stick from the Red Mane Bear Goblins and Snake Scale Arm Shield are not compatible.
If one wished to forcibly combine the two materials, Barn’s skills were far from capable of handling it, and the outco would only be inferior goods.
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