Fatebound Dice

Chapter 10: The Red Falcon Sect

Player: Jomoya Chris (Chen Qi)

Life Level: 4

Equipment: Seven of Hearts

Skills: [Flesh Manipulation Lv1], [String Strangulation Lv1]

Psionic Points: [23]

Ever since Chen Qi first experimented with his skills, they had risen to Level 1.

This meant that Chen Qi could now successfully cast them!

Each use of a skill consumed 1 psionic point, and with each passing day, one point would automatically regenerate.

Therefore, unless a large number of skills were used in a short period, a player’s psionic points would generally be sufficient.

But players sought far more than simply releasing skills—they pursued stronger and more advanced development.

For example, the [Godspeed] and [Eagle Eye] states that Chen Qi had displayed earlier were created by Erand, who had spent 15 psionic points developing them.

Chen Qi, however, had mastered them using only 3 points.

From the perspective of skill development alone, Erand had indeed left Chen Qi with a precious legacy.

After dealing with the assassin, Chen Qi took a car to the agreed location.

On the way, he made several phone calls to completely eliminate the fallout caused by the earlier attack.

At the same time, he issued new orders to Taleno, instructing him to keep a close eye on the Fire Fox g**g.

Although, according to his assessment, things should quiet down after Hu Wanhai’s death,

what if the new g**g leader turned out to be overly loyal?

The Tallinn Public Library was the largest repository of books in the city.

On the second floor, dozens of private reading rooms were available for rent.

At precisely 2:30 in the afternoon, Chen Qi arrived at Reading Room No. 9, where Mu Wanqing was waiting.

Her long hair flowed down to her waist; her figure was slender and graceful, her face delicate and alluring, yet she radiated tranquility.

That indescribable aura, combined with her beauty, far surpassed Erand’s girlfriends. No wonder she had been listed as one of his “targets of pursuit.”

Had she not appeared at the very moment Erand sought to “turn over a new leaf,” restraining his reckless impulses, Chen Qi believed she would already have fallen into his clutches.

Even so, Erand had not given up.

Unfortunately, he died just as his net was being cast.

“Mr. Jomoya, after discussion, we’ve decided to accept your deal!”

“As long as you can heal the master’s injuries, we will teach you the secret techniques of the Red Falcon Sect.”

“But you must join us!”

Mu Wanqing studied the man before her—Jomoya Chris. She felt that something about him was different.

His gaze, for instance, was far less repulsive than before.

Facing her scrutiny, Chen Qi remained utterly calm, unconcerned that she might see through his disguise.

The King’s Game would take care of everything!

“Miss Mu, I would like to amend the terms of our agreement.”

“Your master’s injury lies in damage to the nervous system. As is well known, nerve cells cannot regenerate, and repairing them is extremely difficult. At least among the small surrounding nations, no such technology exists.”

“Even with my special abilities, it would still require a price and consume a great deal of time.”

“So, why don’t you first pass down your secret techniques to me? As a gesture of sincerity, I will help the Red Falcon Sect establish itself in Tallinn and provide funding to rebuild your dojo.”

Chen Qi played his hand shrewdly. He had no interest in Mu Wanqing herself—but in the Red Falcon Sect, he was deeply interested.

The Red Falcon Sect hailed from the nation of Tianwu, a most unusual small country.

Whether due to genetic mutation or some other reason, the people of Tianwu possessed extraordinarily powerful physiques.

As a result, various martial arts flourished within their borders, with some schools having been passed down for over a thousand years.

Ordinarily, this would not amount to much—especially in modern times, where martial arts were little more than a means of fitness.

But Tianwu had the misfortune of encountering a ruthless neighbor. Three hundred years ago, the Black Blood Federation, once a minor nation, rose to power and became a regional force.

Fifty years ago, unwilling to remain at the bottom among mid-tier nations, the Black Blood Federation secretly launched a Super Soldier Project.

They began abducting martial artists from Tianwu, attempting to uncover the secret of their physical prowess.

Through scientific dissection and research, they discovered that the nervous systems of Tianwu’s people were extraordinarily developed, allowing them to control muscle fibers with far greater precision.

Whereas ordinary humans reacted at a speed of 300 milliseconds, even Tianwu children could respond within 200 milliseconds.

As for martial artists who had trained for generations, developing their abilities over long years, they were even more formidable—some had broken the human limit of 0.1 seconds.

And that was only in terms of speed. Their efficiency in utilizing muscle power was even more terrifying.

Humans possess 639 muscles and six billion muscle fibers.

For ordinary people, muscle utilization efficiency was only about 10%.

Martial artists, however, typically doubled that to 20%.

This enabled them to lift enormous weights and move with the force of galloping horses.

The most elite among them could reach 30%—walking embodiments of prehistoric predators.

The Black Blood Federation’s Super Soldier Project targeted this very muscle-control ability.

They sought to implant intelligent chips into the human body, combined with big data algorithms, to construct a new control system for the human nervous network.

They believed that if muscle utilization reached 80%, humans could tear apart mechs with their bare hands.

Thus, Tianwu’s martial artists became the unfortunate test subjects.

The gulf between a small nation and a mid-tier power left them utterly helpless.

Chen Qi only knew these details because ten years ago, the Black Blood Federation became entangled in disputes among great powers, exposing the scandal.

And since Tianwu was not far from the Blue Yam Kingdom, its citizens avidly followed the news.

Happiness, after all, is relative. If not for the King’s Game, Chen Qi would have been like everyone else—thinking the Blue Yam Kingdom peaceful, stable, and ideal to live in.

In the end, Tianwu’s president brought the matter before the International Court, winning astronomical compensation.

The Black Blood Federation, meanwhile, was investigated by the World Government for “recklessly conducting human experimentation.”

Although the price they paid to escape complete downfall remained unknown, the nation never recovered, plunging into civil strife.

As for the martial artists who had served as test subjects, even those rescued by the investigation teams were left paralyzed for life, reduced to husks.

Yu Hongwu, the current master of the thousand-year-old Red Falcon Sect, was one such unfortunate victim.

And because of certain actions taken by Tianwu’s government during this project, the Red Falcon Sect no longer dared remain in their homeland. After years of wandering, they finally arrived in the Blue Yam Kingdom.

Erand, obsessed with the notion of “a powerful physique,” had set his eyes on them the moment they arrived.

After all, the secret techniques of the Red Falcon Sect could raise human muscle efficiency to 35%—a feat that even the Black Blood Federation had failed to achieve before its project was terminated.