This Lord is Very Scientific

Shabi surveyed the surroundings.

The bicycles were uniform, and everyone was forbidden from using Magic Power.

So, he kept his attention on those who might pose a threat to him.

After all, the prize this time was the molted shell of the Golden Saint Beetle!

The Golden Sacred Shovel Armor, initially unknown to everyone, was reported in the newspaper to have a shell that could heal damage caused by laws and Magic Power to the body.

Shabi's left hand and right leg were disabled, and he had tried many ways to heal them, but none of the Witch Doctors could help.

Of course, he had also consulted the doctors at the Great Wilderness City hospital; except for the Medical Knight Knicks, all the doctors were helpless about his condition.

Perhaps the shell of the Golden Sacred Shovel Armor could heal him.

"Look, that person is the latest lucky one to receive the professional trait mix of the 'Delivery Knight'; it's said that he only appears at night!"

"Indeed! It's said he delivers food or drives for Didi every night without exception!"

"Don't be fooled by his physical inconvenience; he used to be an Assassin!"

"Really..."

Not far from Shabi, someone whispered, but Shabi's sharp senses caught it.

I only worked for a week and became so famous... Shabi felt slightly proud.

He wondered what kind of expression his gossip-loving neighbor would have upon learning his identity.

However...

Shabi glanced at the person beside him.

The bicycle and the person beside him gave him a strange feeling.

The Assassin's intuition told him this person was full of suspicious vibes.

The person wasn't real, nor was the bike!

"Could it be cheating?"

Shabi squinted, feeling that the figure looked familiar, but he had never seen the face before.

Just then, someone was floating in front of their group, holding a microphone with a fixed amplification spell.

"Participants, our first mountain bike race begins today!"

This man seemed to be a famous journalist, his enthusiastic voice capturing the participants' attention.

"Firstly, please wear the anti-magic pocket watch issued by the competition, which is also a commemorative to participants..."

The host began explaining the competition rules.

In fact, there weren't many rules, and since the event organizers were a department directly under the city hall, everyone trusted its fairness.

As for the commemoration...

The participants paid five Azanen Coins, which could buy a commemorative pocket watch made in Great Wilderness City; it was quite good.

Otherwise, they might not even afford a single hand on the pocket watch.

"...Once I give the signal, the race will begin!"

The host finished his last few sentences, then raised his right hand.

All the participants suddenly concentrated, their bodies either bent low or standing tall, adopting various stances.

These postures might not be optimal, but they were their most familiar stances.

Nearly five thousand participants were ready!

"Ready... Get set... Bang!"

A flame shot from the host's hand, and everyone moved.

They're off!

Wearing the anti-magic pocket watch, Shabi felt weaker than usual, feeling only a fraction of his usual strength.

He didn't even have a tenth of his strength.

Sure enough, ordinary people were too weak!

But with the anti-magic pocket watch, there was no choice.

Shabi pedaled the bicycle fiercely, feeling his muscles exerting effort and energy draining.

At the same time, tiny bits of energy leaked from the bike and infused his muscles, making them tougher.

That was... A flash of delight appeared in Shabi's eyes.

The bicycle had the effect of enhancing their physical conditioning!

These five Azanen Coins were well spent!

The discomfort of Magic Power being inhibited vanished, and Shabi knew how beneficial this muscular elasticity training was.

Unfortunately, this was a unique bike just for participants; it was said that the mineral veins inside were exclusive, and the forging methods were proprietary.

If he trained long-term with this, Shabi's body might reach a fearsome level.

He believed other participants felt this too!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"

Bicycles whizzed past Shabi, giving him a taste of how difficult it was for an injured, disabled person without Magic Power.

Both legs pedaled hard, but only achieved the effect of one leg pedaling.

Both hands gripped the bike's handlebars, but only managed to maintain a slight balance.

And at this moment, he was almost at the end, with just a few magic-restricted females behind him.

Generally speaking, women are not as physically strong as men.

"Huff... puff... huff..."

After only five minutes, Shabi felt the strain.

The incline of the cycling path was even more challenging and taxing than he imagined.

He felt more exhausted than when battling the level-ten Earth-Digging Demon Bear.

Climbing uphill was too tiring!

However, someone was even more fatigued!

He glanced back at the person who initially made him feel uneasy.

This person was also panting and covered in sweat.

Seemed to have chest muscles and eight-pack abs, about 1.8 meters tall.

But cycling was harder for him than for Shabi, who was disabled.

Weakling!

Shabi immediately put that aside and focused on cycling.

They had only covered a small section so far, with much more road ahead; he couldn't afford to pay attention to others.

Not to mention the waterfalls and falling rocks — the mountain's two biggest challenges.

He needed to be at his sharpest when the time came.

However, after biking five to six kilometers, Shabi witnessed a nearly crushing scene.

Just ahead, by the roadside, were many parked bicycles.

Alongside the road was a small shed with several characters written on it:

"Energy Supplement Station — Iced Milk Berry!"

Iced!

Milk Berry!

Iced already sounded delightful, and paired with Milk Berry — Faser's specialty food-fruit — the combination was incredibly enticing.

Shabi felt his assassin's cold heart uncontrollably flutter, with his mouth watering copiously.

Their bikes were equipped with water that continuously extracted water molecules from the air, forming purified water for them to drink.

So, they technically didn't need to eat Iced Milk Berry.

However, he wanted to!

They all wanted to!

Shabi's tail, usually for balance, now irritatingly wagged its scaly, massive tail like a dog's.

To indulge, or not to indulge!

Perhaps those stopped by the roadside were all in a dilemma like him, or those indulging in Milk Berry.

For the first time, Shabi felt the deep malice from the competition committee!