Super Fantasy Big Bang

Early the next morning.

After waking up, Meng Ke immediately took a taxi to the hospital. After a complete set of examinations, there was no problem, and there were no shadows, tumors, or congestion in his head. It was just that his body was sub-healthy due to long-term inactivity.

"With the current medical technology, the results cannot be checked. In other words, as long as my ability is not seen in person, I don't have to worry about being sliced."

Heaving a sigh of relief in his heart, Meng Ke continued to walk towards the Internet cafe, and turned on a machine by the corner.

He vigilantly registered a new account and logged into the Writers Forum.

Every day here, many new writers discuss various writing inspirations or plots with the great vest.

When there are many people, it is natural to brainstorm ideas.

Meng Ke clattered on the keyboard, and soon, a post was posted.

"If the urban protagonist has an ability that can affect the five senses, ask: How can he live forever?"

If you ask this kind of question on Baidu and Zhihu, they may not be as professional as the people here, or they can say that they have a lot of brains.

After the post was sent out, there was no reply so quickly. Meng Ke first started a game, played for about 30 minutes, and clicked on the forum page again.

"Floor 1: Sofa, sit and wait downstairs to speak."

"Floor 2: Urban abilities are not popular anymore, I advise the author to cut it early and take it easy."

"Third floor: Does the poster mean to influence people's five senses? To influence others or to influence oneself? If it is to live forever... The protagonist has supernatural powers, there should be other people in this world. The author can try to let the protagonist first. To develop power, be obscene and low-key, let the little brother rush to the front, and reap the results by yourself."

"Fourth floor: Pretending to be aggressive, hero saving the beauty, betting on stones to open a store, famous cars and beauties, don't be too simple in urban routines."

"Floor 5: Why don't you join the country."

"Floor 6: The author can write some life-enhancing spiritual fruits and life-extending potions. Anyway, you are the author, so you can write whatever you want."

...

After reading each comment one by one, there are many useful ideas, especially the one on the third floor. I am not in a novel, so why do I have to pretend I have nothing to do? Wretched development is the kingly way, after all, the only ones who can make waves without dying are the protagonists who have the halo of the protagonist in the novel.

Moreover, Meng Ke is still not sure yet. There are so many people in this world, and he doesn't believe that he alone has supernatural powers.

The so-called one has two, as long as there is a possibility, it is not surprising that hundreds of thousands of supernatural beings are born under the huge population base of the earth.

As for joining the country and contributing to the country, his selfishness really can't do it.

If you want to help others even before you are full, isn’t that stupid?

Gathering his thoughts, Meng Ke thought about it. He felt that his most urgent task was to figure out how to increase the number of spiritual threads.

Moreover, he can no longer spend his days in a daze like before, at least he must have a goal of his own.

"This ability can affect people's five senses...then..."

He's going to test it out.

Meng Ke slowly blocked his pain sensation, and pinched his thigh. There was only a touch but no pain. This feeling was like pinching someone else's thigh.

Leaving the Internet cafe, he came to a school playground. Usually this kind of playground has a 400-meter rubber track with a football field in the middle.

It's class time now, and the students are all in the classroom. Originally, the gate guard would not let strangers in, but Meng Ke used to be a student here, and he doesn't know the gate guard well. How could he open the door for you when you are late and absent from class?

A cigarette was handed over, and the doorman let him in.

Standing on the playground and simply moving his body, Meng Ke began to use his ability on himself.

The first is the sense of smell, the originally turbid and hot air at the moment of his brain phantasm,

Immediately become fresh and natural.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of cold air no less than that of an air-conditioned room blew over his whole body, and the coolness flowed through his limbs like an ice spring from the Tianshan Mountains.

"Sweet! It's time to use this trick on such a hot day." Meng Ke squinted his eyes comfortably, enjoying it immensely.

But soon he recovered from the phantom, and after adapting to the change, he slowly began to reduce the pain in his thigh.

Pain is a protective mechanism of the human body. When a person is exercising vigorously, the body will send out a pain warning, which will make people unconsciously want to stop exercising.

Common exercise methods include one hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, and running ten kilometers every day. Everyone knows that it can make the body stronger and stronger, but few people can persist.

This is why most people in modern society grow fat because of excess nutrition.

Running mainly uses the leg muscles, so his first thought was to weaken the pain sensation in the two legs.

If running is not tiring, I believe many people are willing to persevere.

"Now I don't feel sore, three months of high-intensity training should be able to improve my physical fitness." Meng Ke murmured in a low voice.

After finishing speaking, he began to jog on his feet. After confirming that this method was feasible and his legs did not feel much, Meng Ke's steps began to increase, and his speed became faster and faster.

"call…"

"suck…"

"call…"

…

He checked the information on the Internet, and the best breathing method for running is to exhale for three steps and inhale for three steps. Now he doesn't have to worry about the soreness in his legs, so he can concentrate on adjusting his breathing.

Striding round and round, even with the hook on, his breathing involuntarily increased, and countless beads of sweat covered his face.

After twenty laps, he stopped with his hips akimbo, panting heavily, sweat flowing down like a waterfall.

"...Sure enough, I'm out of breath, but I absolutely can't block the feeling of breathing, otherwise it's easy to pass out if I can't catch my breath."

After taking two steps, Meng Ke started jogging again while thinking about the solution.

Soon, he thought of something again, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, day turned into night, and the night sky was lit up by stars.

A huge blood moon rises, and the killing momentum of the battlefield rushes forward.

Right in front of him, a black line stretching to the sky billowed with smoke and dust, and endless monsters roared angrily and rushed towards him.

In the sky, a mountain-like undead dragon soared up from the horizon, vigorously flapping its gigantic bone wings, and two dark green soul flames were burning blazingly inside its skull.

Suddenly, a slender woman walked by Meng Ke's side, her proud figure was perfectly wrapped in exquisite silver-white armor.

"General, I would like to fight side by side with you!"

Before the words fell, there was a brilliant sound between heaven and earth, like a little war drum stirring like thunder, like thousands of swords fighting and attacking.

At some point, Meng Ke was already wearing a blood-stained battle robe, holding an unknown pitch-black long sword in his hand.

At this time, he was like a peerless general who faced thousands of troops alone. Seeing the tenderness in the eyes of the woman beside him, a sense of arrogance welled up in his chest.

Jian Feng pointed.

"Come on...!"