The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

[It was detected that for the first time the player had completed a house invasion, touched corpses and exploded gold coins, coerced others into committing crimes, and other behaviors that were highly consistent with their identity. ]

"???"

Feng Mu's face was full of black lines: "Mmp, I have a pure nature, and all my actions are forced to protect myself. Please don't make random assumptions about the system. Slander is all slander."

[The current reward has been issued and the reward has been delivered! ]

“…..”

Feng Mu's face turned from gloomy to happy: "Okay, if the system realizes your mistake, has already compensated you, and paid it in time, then I will forgive you generously."

The moral bottom line of the time traveler is so flexible. This is not Feng Mu's fault, it is all sins committed by capital corruption in the previous life.

Feng Mu opened the reward. On his three-dimensional drawing, a silver exclamation point exploded and turned into - [General skill proficiency level 10,000 points. ]

"Sure enough, rewards that can directly affect oneself are all received in real time." Feng Mu thought to himself.

This reward indirectly proves that the last reward was a foreign object, and the courier who delivered it may have really overturned on the road.

It's a bit like my previous life when logistics was stuck on the road for several days, and I would become paranoid. Did the logistics truck overturn, did the courier crash, did the goods get lost? Is my goods unable to be delivered? Is the insurance coverage or indemnity?

His thoughts wandered for 5 seconds, and Feng Mu began to study the usage of [General Skill Proficiency].

"Having some points means you can add points, right?"

"10,000 points, I don't have a clue whether it's too much or too little."

Feng Mu focused his eyes on it, and pulled down the three-dimensional drawing to pull out a list of meager skills.

Common skills list:

Basic Boxing (Elementary) [66/100]

Basic kicking skills (beginner level)[14/100]

Gymnastics (not mastered)

The moment Feng Mu's eyes moved, a "+" sign appeared behind the basic boxing skills and basic kicking skills, and there was a blank behind the gymnastics.

Feng Mu: "..."

I do gymnastics so hard every day just to show my eyes to the blind. Does gymnastics mean no face?

Feng Mu was trembling with anger: "Because the posture is not standard, it is equivalent to rubbing at the door until you get into the hole, so you won't get the certificate, right~"

However, Feng Mu then thought again: "Is there a possibility that it is because I have never mastered the correct posture, so I am exhausted and sweating profusely every time I do gymnastics, and my digestion speed is so fast?!!"

Because my bones are weak, I haven’t mastered the gymnastics, so I work ten times as hard, so I consume a lot, I get hungry quickly, and my food intake goes up!

The logic seems to be in a closed loop, so the conclusion is - failure becomes blessing! ! !

"You must not add more points to the gymnastics exercise, so you have to continue to practice like this." Feng Mu looked inexplicably proud. He didn't expect it. I was born to be useless.

I don’t want to add points to gymnastics, but I can’t.

Then you can only instill love into the basic boxing and kicking techniques.

Feng Mu muttered silently: "Destiny, add some points."

The icon becomes blurry for a moment.

Basic boxing skills (intermediate) [1/500]

Basic kicking skills (intermediate) [1/500]

[Remaining general skill proficiency: 9880]

A memory of punching and kicking appeared in my mind out of thin air. The movements were extremely straight and coherent. Every time I punched or kicked, it seemed that I had used all my strength.

A strange stream of heat surged out of the limbs, surrounding the joints of the fists and feet, and it continued like a massage for half a minute.

Feng Mu subconsciously put into a boxing stance and punched out. He immediately felt something was different. His movements, which were originally a bit stiff and slow, became particularly smooth and coherent.

It feels like it has been immersed in muscle memory after repeated practice.

Feng Mu followed his feeling and simply performed the basic boxing technique. The basic boxing technique was very simple and he could do it in less than 5 minutes.

"The shooting movements are more standard, and the connection between moves is also coherent. It turns out that there are many details in the basic boxing techniques that can be figured out."

Feng Mu compared his previous films in his mind, and he just relied on them for his defense.

Then, he looked at the skill panel and was stunned.

Basic boxing (intermediate) [1/500], the value has not increased?

"I obviously practiced basic boxing skills carefully, but my proficiency has not improved. Is there something wrong with the system counting?"

Feng Mu pondered for a moment. He searched for the new training memories in his mind and compared them. His mouth gradually opened until he couldn't close it.

In the extra memory, I didn't just do 34 basic punches and 86 basic kicks, but I did 471 punches and 1477 kicks.

Feng Mu did a rough mental calculation and found that his boxing skills were multiplied by 13 times and his kicking skills were multiplied by 17 times.

He came up with two possible explanations:

"The first one has a coefficient bonus between proficiency and the number of actual exercises. The coefficient of basic boxing is 13, which means you have to practice boxing 13 times to convert it into 1 point of proficiency. The coefficient of kicking is even greater, 17 all over."

"The second one is not that punching 13 times will increase your proficiency by 1 point, but in my memory, I happened to hit an average of 13 punches before one of them perfectly met the standard. That is to say, on average, 12 of the 13 punches met the standard. It failed every time and succeeded only once. The leg method was even worse, succeeding only once out of 17 times.”

Feng Mu prefers the first possibility because the second explanation is too scary.

In the memory instilled by the system, the failure rate is so terrifying. If it were operated by the real self, the failure rate would not be earth-shattering.

"It should be the first type. How is this coefficient calculated?"

Feng Mu murmured to himself: "Basic boxing skills are almost not difficult, so it can only be due to the root factor. I have 49 points of root bones, so I have to punch 13 times to increase my proficiency by 1 point."

"The higher the root bone, the lower the coefficient, and the fewer times of practice required for 1 point of proficiency."

"No wonder those academic masters with excellent skills make rapid progress when they practice martial arts, and their upgrades are like drinking water. However, no matter how hard they work hard every day, the students with poor skills still remain in the same place all day long, and their progress is like constipation. ”

"There may be a coefficient gap of more than ten times or even dozens of times. It does not need to accumulate over time. In just a year and a half, the gap will become a chasm, and it will get bigger as time goes by, until it becomes a natural chasm for reproductive isolation. ”

After Feng Mu figured out the joints, he looked at the [remaining general skill proficiency: 9880], and his eyes suddenly glowed green, just like Fahai, the mighty Tianlong, hugging the white snake essence, which was not even a hair. It's like the wild monkeys from Mount Emei sneaking into the peach garden in heaven.

It makes one salivate, and his mouth is covered with saliva.

"The coefficient of general skill proficiency is 1, and it should be a constant coefficient of 1 regardless of the difficulty of martial arts."

"In other words, without using general skill proficiency, I am a useless person with 49 bones, but if I want to, I can transform into a terrifying monster in minutes."

"After all, coefficient 1 should be the lowest in theory. A peerless genius with 100 points may not be able to achieve coefficient 1~"

"There are 9880 times left. It's a shame. You shouldn't have used basic boxing and kicking techniques."

Feng Mu has realized the value of [universal skill proficiency]. This kind of points that treats all goods equally should be spent on the most expensive goods.

and,

The most expensive commodity on Feng Mu's possession at the moment is - [Crane Claw Kung Fu]!

Spending general proficiency points on [Crane Claw Skill] is actually very wasteful. After all, when you open the blood-stained book cover, there is a line of printed font clearly marked on the title page.

Martial Arts Rating: Level 2

Training part: Claw Kung Fu

Minimum training requirements: Boxing strength level 2.0, power speed 1.5, frequency skill level 1.0

Root bone recommendation: 65

Warning: Failure to meet the minimum requirements and forced practice will increase the probability of injury and cause side effects such as muscle damage, broken hand tendons, and broken finger bones.

The bottom is stamped with the red official seal of the General Administration of Martial Arts.

The General Administration of Martial Arts has many functions. In addition to coordinating and taking charge of the annual martial arts examinations, the most important one is to grade martial arts and give training recommendations and requirements.

According to the latest revised rules of the General Administration of Martial Arts, most martial arts can be included in the nine-level rating system, with the first level being the lowest and the ninth level being the highest.

The factors that affect the rating are mainly the difficulty of the practice, the number of parts covered by the practice, the advantages and side effects after practice, and the lethality after completion.

Basic boxing, basic kicking, and gymnastics are not included in this category. They are basic textbooks and are also jokingly called Wupin Wushu.

In Feng Mu's three years of high school, he didn't even get a first-class martial arts education. In addition to being poor, the most important thing is that the starting price of even the lowest first-class martial arts training is 60 points.

Since the golden finger has not yet arrived, he has neither the money nor the courage to practice.

Now, those seemingly terrifying side effects don't scare Feng Mu away easily.

"Muscle injuries, ruptured tendons, broken finger bones, that's it?" Feng Mu curled his lips and sneered, without any fear in his heart.

Feng Mu read through "Crane Claw Gong" and felt that the entry requirements were not difficult, but he only needed to prepare a basin of iron beads and lubricating oil.

Feng Mu was stunned for a moment, grabbed a handful of iron beads from his pocket, stuffed them into his mouth and swallowed, his expression was quite intriguing.

"On your way to work later, you can take a detour to the bookstore to see if there are any better choices of cheat books, and then make a decision."

Feng Mu heard slight movement in the living room. He stood up and opened the curtains, turned on the lights to illuminate the world, and a new day began again.

bookstore.

The martial arts area on the second floor contains some low-grade martial arts secrets, mostly first- and second-grade books, while third-grade books are relatively rare.

Feng Mu was a little disappointed when he didn't see any higher-grade martial arts secrets, but he didn't feel surprised. In fact, it was already pretty good that the bookstore could sell some low-grade martial arts secrets.

The more rigid the class, the more monopolized knowledge becomes.

General knowledge may still be allowed to be circulated and exchanged, but advanced knowledge must be strictly controlled by the senior class. It is a seller's market in the true sense.

It needs to be purchased with something more expensive than money to make it possible.

There are three third-level secret books in the bookstore, namely "Ou Mo Jin", "Bearing Tablet Palm" and "Long Arm Snake Fist". The prices are respectively 210,000, 140,000 and 150,000.

Feng Mu secretly smacked his tongue: "It's expensive."

He picked up a book at random and flipped through it, only to find that these books only had covers and catalog pages, and the contents inside were filled with wordless scriptures.

Like the model machine in a mobile phone store, it only shows the practice requirements and level introduction of the exercises, and the rest is just blank paper.

"That's right. This will prevent those with good memories from memorizing the secrets directly." Feng Mu thought with regret.

"Niu Mo Jin", level 3, practices Qi and Blood Stake Kung Fu in different parts of the body, and is equipped with sixteen forms of boxing techniques.

Minimum training requirements: Boxing strength level 3.6, power speed 1.5, frequency skill 1.2

Root bone recommendation: 70

Additional requirements: plenty of energy and blood

Note: For those who do not meet the minimum requirements, or have insufficient Qi and blood, practicing forcibly may cause the fascia of the whole body to be severed, and death from heart failure.

Feng Mu couldn't afford it, so he just looked at it curiously, then his eyelids jumped and he silently put the book back on the shelf.

The remaining two third-grade secret books are better than "Bull Demon Power". The side effects will not affect the whole body and cause sudden death, but only the hand is disabled.

"[Iron Eater] should be able to resist bone damage, and [Feast] can heal injuries, but even I have to be cautious about the skills that can cause sudden death." Feng Mu couldn't afford it, but it didn't prevent him from planning for the future.

He couldn't afford the third-grade, but the price range of the second-grade was very large, ranging from 10,000 to 90,000.

"Crane Claw" was also among them, priced at 47,000.

There was no need to compare the rest of the secret books in an instant, and Feng Mu turned around and left the bookstore. His shopping philosophy has been very simple and unpretentious in both lives, that is, the more expensive must be better.

He only had 12,400 in his wallet, and nothing he could afford could compare to "Crane Claw".

When leaving the bookstore, the perfumed saleswoman glanced at him indifferently and wiped the fingerprints on the hard cover of the secret book with a dry cloth.

Books are expensive and should not be tainted by the poor, even if this book is just a sample!

The saleswoman adhered to the lofty ideals and complained to the boss while wiping: "The District 9 government should enact laws to prohibit the soles of poor people from entering bookstores."

The boss with a bulging beer belly agreed with the saleswoman's idea very much, so he earnestly instructed: "Wipe it clean, and be careful not to leave your fingerprints on it."

The saleswoman really thought the boss was a bit stupid, and she said complacently: "Don't worry, boss, I'm wearing gloves."

After leaving the bookstore, Feng Mu didn't know that he was despised by the bookstore. He rode his bike and rushed to the incinerator.

On the road, the figures of gang members obviously increased. In addition to stopping passing students for questioning, they also questioned drunks on the roadside and breakfast shops on the street.

With a cold expression and a fierce tone, he was looking for a lame man wearing a mask.

Feng Mu was also stopped. He stepped on the stirrup of the bicycle, leaned on one leg, and said faintly: "I have never seen any lame people. I just went out to work."

The gang thug stared at Feng Mu with a stern face for two seconds, suddenly took out the roster and glanced at it, and asked again: "Your name is Feng Mu, a student of No. 47 Middle School, right?"

Feng Mu smiled bitterly: "I used to be, but now I have dropped out of school and am just an incinerator worker."

"Where did you go after school on March 15th?" The gang thug began to interrogate according to the words taught by the superiors, and at the same time, his eyes were sharp, carefully observing Feng Mu's expression.

Feng Mu showed a blank look on his face. Thanks to the interrogation scenes in the criminal investigation drama in his previous life, he did not blurt out and recite the answer.

He recalled and shook his head, "I can't remember. I should have gone home."

The gangster's eyes were obviously relaxed. According to Brother Bin's teachings, it is normal to answer that you can't remember. On the contrary, those who blurt out a clear trajectory of action are more like lying.

A normal person may not be able to remember what he had for dinner last night, let alone what he did in the afternoon 10 days ago.

"On March 15, many classmates in your class dropped out. You didn't drop out. You dropped out on March 18. Think about it carefully. What did you do after school that day? Why didn't you drop out that day, but delayed it until March 18?" The gangster looked at the information recorded on the table and reminded.

Feng Mu suddenly realized: "Oh, that day, because of the dropout, I was very depressed, so I left school early, wandered around outside, and then went home to sleep at night."

Gangster: "Is there any witness?"

Feng Mu shook his head: "I don't know, maybe someone saw me on the road, I didn't pay much attention, at night, where else can I go if I don't sleep at home?"

Feng Mu's answer was ambiguous, and he threw the question back at the end, looking a little confused but very frank, and he didn't look like a cunning murderer at all.

The gangster basically believed it, but still asked: "Why didn't you drop out of school together at that time?"

Feng Mu sighed: "I have fantasies, and my father is the head of the police station, he is more authoritarian, and I have to go home to get his approval for such a big thing as dropping out of school."

Hearing the three words "police station", the gangster's face showed obvious disgust, and waved his hand irritably to indicate that Feng Mu could get out.

Feng Mu took back his feet, one heavy and one light, and pedaled the two wheels very fast...