MTL - It’s Obviously a Life Skill, But You Developed It Into a Magical Skill-Chapter 2 Proficiency surges

 Chapter 2 Proficiency surges

 “Here comes my golden finger.”

 Zhou An put down the kitchen knife, washed his hands, and rubbed his eyes calmly.

 【Sword Skill lv.1：1/10000】

 He was very sure that this was not an illusion and that the scene before him was real.

 Just this thing, why does it have an inexplicable sense of sight?

Zhou An thought for a while, then picked up the kitchen knife again and used the blade to cut across the pork.

ˆ【Sword Skill +1】

 【Sword Skill lv.1：2/10000】

"Snapped!"

 The kitchen knife was thrown aside by him.

 Zhou An confirmed that this was a small game he made in his previous life, called the Life System.

 As the name suggests, it is used to improve the liver's ability to live.

 In a previous life, there was an independent game producer who made a game similar to Live Life Skills and sold it well online.

 Zhou An followed the trend and made a lot of money.

 As for why it is determined to be a small game he played in his previous life, it comes from the words "lv.1" at the end.

　　Can't copy it, so he added some levels at the end.

 Other people's lv1 is placed in the front, and his lv1 is placed in the back.

Moreover, he added something.

Each time he transforms, he will gain a special ability. As for what the ability is, even he, the producer, doesn’t know.

 Because he set up a lot of fancy abilities and then gave them randomly.

 Each time the level is improved, the upper limit of proficiency will also increase.

Zhou An is now convinced that his golden finger comes from himself.

“Had I known this to be the case, I would have set up a game where I was invincible from the beginning.”

Who would have thought of time travel? Who would have thought that a game that brings its own past life after time travel?

 Zhou An's liver ached a little when he saw the proficiency at the back.

The original intention of this game is to allow players to enjoy themselves and gain pleasure from the process.

 But when it was his turn, Zhou An could only describe it in one sentence.

Every cause has its effect, and I will be your retribution.

 “Gan, it’s a golden finger after all.”

Remembering that the world is full of dangers and weirdness, Zhou An feels that the abilities gained by this golden finger every time he levels up can make him live a very comfortable life.

 But the prerequisite is to get liver.

Zhou An silently picked up the kitchen knife on the table and took a deep breath.

“In my previous life, I claimed to have a person living in my liver.”

 “Duo!”

 The kitchen knife fell on the chopping board. Zhou An put the meat in place, picked up the kitchen knife again, and cut it carefully.

ˆ【Sword Skill +1】

A line of text floated in front of my eyes.

Zhou An felt that this time he really wanted to imitate Lu Tiha and cut the meat into pieces carefully.

 There is no one in the middle of the night, and the moon and stars are sparse.

 The sound of snatching could be heard in the remote alley.

 …

 The next day.

The fiery red sun rises from the east, and a touch of heat appears on the deserted streets.

 The hustle and bustle of the busy city comes one after another.

Zhou An put down the kitchen knife, sat on the chair, and raised his head.

His arms were extremely sore and numb, and he had been cutting things all night long.

He cut the vegetables, meat, and rice into fine paste on the chopping board. He even cut half of the chopping board off.

 The kitchen knife was curled and thrown aside casually.    New words appeared before my eyes.

 【Sword Power (Speed ​​+1) lv.2: 1/20000】

Throughout the whole night, he didn’t know how many times he chopped.

 At the beginning, each sword can add a little proficiency, but as you go later, the proficiency increases more slowly.

This is also a trick he made himself. In order to prevent some liver emperor players who work around the clock from graduating early, he set up this setting.

 “What on earth did I design?”

 Life is not easy, Zhou An sighed.

 There was an inexplicable flow of air inside his body.

 This air flow reverberated around the body, making the sore and numb right arm feel slightly better.

 “It’s almost midnight.”

 Zhou An waited until his right arm felt a little better before he stood up.

　　　　, which is similar to clocking in at work.

  Last night I didn't sleep or even eat, and there was a growling sound in my stomach.

At this time, it was too late to cook, so Zhou An could only dress up and go out, and go to the breakfast stall to eat something casually.

Before going out, he subconsciously picked up the kitchen knife on the table and waved it casually.

 In mid-air, an afterimage passed by. When the kitchen knife fell back on the chopping board, he didn't even see clearly how it was swung out.

 When the sword skill reaches lv.2, the extra speed is +1. This is only for the sword skill, and there is no such bonus in other aspects.

“Just adding one, there is such a speed, if you continue to work hard, I will get rich.”

With the golden finger, he was in a happy mood. After breakfast, Zhou An came to the Yamen to order his meal.

Today's police patrol, it's not his turn yet.

 After midnight, it was the same as before. When he returned to the house, Zhou An found a place to sit down, poured a cup of tea, and drank it carefully.

It's a very boring life. If it wasn't weird, Zhou An felt that this life would be much better than his previous life.

 After all, the end of the universe is organization.

Although the police force is the lowest level, it is still a public job.

 Two words - comfortable.

 Drink up a cup of tea.

Colleagues came to the room one after another, and everyone was chatting and drinking tea.

Yu Hang was the last to arrive. After entering, he sat down next to Zhou An and sighed.

"Zui Chun Lou in Anding County doesn't know much. I'll teach you a little bit, like this..."

 Zhou An was chatting with the policeman next to him, talking about topics that men understand.

 After hearing Yu Hang's sigh, Zhou An took a strange look.

“You were late yesterday and got scolded by your private school teacher?”

Even though Yu Hang was hired with his own money, these days, since Emperor Xingwu reformed the imperial examination, the literary style has become popular, and the private school gentlemen have also followed the trend, leaving late, and being scolded is indispensable.

Yu Hang shook his head: "It's not that I was scolded, it's just that my husband told me to go early in the future. If I go late, I won't teach."

Zhou An was even more confused: "In the past, as long as it was not late at night, didn't we still have to teach?"

 In the past, even if I went over after dinner, the private school teacher would teach me, but things don’t seem to be right today.

Yu Hang sighed again: "A while ago, strange things always happened in the street where my husband lived. He was worried that I would go back too late."

 “What’s weird?” Zhou An asked.

"It is said that when someone was passing by, he met a gray mouse. The mouse looked like a human being. It actually clasped its hands and bowed to the person. After returning home, it became ill." Yu Hang said in a low tone.

 For those who work in their profession, to put it bluntly, you can catch fish, but you can’t miss it.

When fishing, turn a blind eye, but if you really don’t get it, then there’s no point in playing.

“I have no choice but to skip dinner.” Yu Hang wailed.

 Zhou An patted Yu Hang's shoulder to express comfort.

 At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps.

Mr. Zhang, who was over fifty years old, with a long beard and a thin figure, walked in.

“Everyone, get your business together and get out of work.”

 (End of this chapter)