In this troubled world, I can optimize everything

Chen Heng slowly got out of bed and stood up holding the edge of the bed.

He was so weak now that it was difficult to even breathe.

In addition, the original owner of this body had been drinking alcohol all year round, did not exercise at all, and basically had no muscles at all.

After reluctantly walking to the table, Chen Heng stared at the chicken soup in front of him.

Whether he lives or dies depends on this.

"Optimize." Chen Heng clicked the optimization button on the system interface.

The light flashed and the century-old ginseng chicken soup disappeared.

"Where's my soup?" Chen Heng looked at the clean table with a confused expression.

"What, your optimization is just to optimize things?!"

"I haven't had the century-old ginseng chicken soup yet, so I'll give it to you first!"

[Optimization completed, please host to collect it from the system backpack]

Chen Heng was startled and quickly opened the system backpack.

A bowl of golden chicken soup is lying quietly inside.

[Black Phoenix Stewed with Centennial Demonic Ginseng]

Chen Heng's eyes widened. The name of this soup was very interesting.

I just don’t know if my small body can withstand such supplementation.

If you take a sip of the soup and explode yourself, that's the end of it.

Although Chen Heng was a little hesitant, he could no longer hesitate due to his leaky body.

With the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, Chen Heng took out the bowl of 'Black Phoenix Stewed with Centennial Demonic Ginseng'.

The moment the bowl of soup appeared on the table, an extremely rich fishy smell hit your face.

"Ugh~" Fortunately, there was nothing in Chen Heng's stomach, otherwise he would definitely have vomited it out.

This stuff is so fishy, ​​it smells like fish intestines that have been left out for several days.

"Is it really drinkable?" Chen Heng deeply doubted that he would die immediately after drinking this bowl of soup.

"Forget it, let's give it a try!" Chen Heng gritted his teeth, pinched his nose with one hand, and picked up the soup bowl with the other hand.

Gudu, Gudu.

Chen Heng was considered a ruthless man, and he swallowed the fishy and smelly bowl of 'Black Phoenix Stewed with Centennial Demonic Ginseng' in one go.

"vomit..."

After retching twice, Chen Heng sat back on the bed.

"..." After waiting for a while, except for the fishy smell that occasionally returned from the stomach, this bowl of soup seemed to have no effect.

"Forget it, let's wait to die."

Sighing, Chen Heng covered himself with the quilt again.

But the next moment, something changed suddenly.

An extremely terrible burning sensation emerged from his body.

The fishy smell also turned into a strange fragrance.

"It hurts..." Chen Heng clenched his teeth and didn't make a sound.

It wasn't that he was tough enough, but it was so painful that he couldn't make a sound.

A burning smell emerged from Chen Heng's body, and severe pain spread throughout his body.

Ink-black flames surged out of Chen Heng's seven orifices, seeming to burn him out.

In a daze, Chen Heng seemed to see his wife standing by the Naihe Bridge and waving to him.

"It's over..."

The next second, Chen Heng lost consciousness.

The ink-black flame not only ignited Chen Heng's body, but also ignited the entire room.

"It's flooded! Come and put out the fire!" A shrill scream came out, and the entire Chen family compound fell into commotion.

An hour later, Chen Heng woke up leisurely.

He opened his eyes drowsily, looking confused at the completely different room.

"What, you're wearing it again?"

Rubbing his temples, Chen Heng sat up from the bed.

"Master, wake up!" A soft and petite body rushed forward.

"Xiao He?" Although Chen Heng was not sober, he could still recognize the girl in front of him.

"Master, you don't know that the yard started to smoke not long after I walked out of your room."

"You don't even know that when we dug you out from under the rubble..."

Xiao He cried with tears running down her nose.

But Chen Heng's mind was not on Xiao He at all.

Not dead?

"Xiao He, please go out first and let me be quiet for a while." Chen Heng felt that the hole in his body seemed to have disappeared.

And a very strange force appeared.

"Oh, I'll get another bowl of chicken soup for the young master." Xiao He wiped her tears on Chen Heng's quilt, turned around and left the room.

"The tears disappeared pretty quickly." Chen Heng stood up from the bed.

It was completely different from before, the feeling of weakness was gone, and Chen Heng felt that he had endless strength now.

Maybe we can have a fight with Lao Qingniu.

"What are you thinking about?" Chen Heng laughed at himself.

"How can I beat Old Qingniu..."

Chen Heng wanted to pull a chair to sit down, but the chair broke the moment he touched it.

That's a mahogany chair. Even if the old cow comes and wants to break it, it will take some effort.

"?" Chen Heng's brain shut down for a moment, and the next moment he realized that this might be the result of the bowl of 'Black Phoenix Stewed with Centennial Demonic Ginseng'.

Looking at his fair palms without any calluses, Chen Heng was curious about how powerful he was.

When he came to the yard, Chen Heng took a look at the stone mill that was half a man tall.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Heng hugged the stone mill with steady steps.

With a low shout, Chen Heng almost fell to the ground.

It's not that I didn't move it, but that the stone grinder was a bit too light.

This stone mill weighing at least a thousand kilograms was as light as nothing to Chen Heng.

"How strong am I?" Putting the stone mill back on its base, Chen Heng became more and more curious about his current limit.

Can't you really become Superman?

"By the way, there is that thing." Chen Heng temporarily put aside his exploration of the limits of power and tried to control the strange power in his body.

The moment Chen Heng touched that power, strange lines wrapped around his arm.

Jet-black flames ignited, igniting his entire arm.

But Chen Heng didn't feel any discomfort at all. Instead, he felt very comfortable.

It was like soaking his arm in warm water.

"It's so magical..." Chen Heng controlled the flame to appear and disappear without any sense of stagnation.

It was as if he was born with the ability to control this flame.

"It shouldn't burn out, right?" Chen Heng turned his head and looked at the stone mill, feeling a little itchy.

"Thank you for your hard work, Brother Shimo~"

Chen Heng put away most of the flames, leaving only a small one on the tip of his right index finger.

The flame at the fingertips slowly approached the stone mill.

A strange scene appeared. The stone mill seemed to be corroded by something, and a small hole appeared.

And Chen Heng's finger happened to be inserted into that hole.

"It seems I haven't touched it yet, right?"

Chen Heng swallowed, this power was a bit scary.

The stone mill made of granite turned gray in an instant.

"No, I have to find a place to try." Chen Heng rolled his eyes, and several unscrupulous ideas popped up.

But before he could take action, a scream interrupted his thoughts.

"Ah! Dead!"

"In that direction, is the kitchen?" Chen Heng frowned and ran over quickly.

When Chen Heng arrived in the kitchen, he was already surrounded by several cooks.

"Get out of the way!" Chen Heng shouted, and the cooks immediately stood aside obediently.

A girl's eyes widened and she lay on the ground with a pale face.

It was Xiao He who had just helped him serve chicken soup!