Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game Chapter 1153 - 1153 Looking for Trouble

Chapter 1153 - 1153 Looking for Trouble

1153 Looking for Trouble

Slovin, who was sitting on the chair with his eyes closed, saw Fang Heng making a move. He lifted his eyelids and was about to give a few words of advice when he realized something.

Eh?

What he saw shocked him a bit.

What was going on?

Why was there such a huge difference between him now and him five minutes ago?

No way? Could it be that this kid was really a genius in alchemy?

That was impossible! No matter how much of a genius he was, the change would not be that drastic.

Or was he hiding his strength?

Was there a need to do that?

It didn’t make sense…

Slovin’s mind was in a mess. He saw that Fang Heng was getting more and more skilled in drawing the mageweath, and the surprise in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Ten minutes later, Fang Heng stopped drawing the magic array halfway and looked up at Slovin.

When the alchemy magic array was one-third completed, he felt that he could not continue. He had been stuck at this place several times in a row.

“Uh.”

Slovin coughed lightly to hide the turbulent waves in his heart and said in a deep voice, “I heard that you’re from the Mage a.s.sociation. Your spiritual strength is strong enough, but the tip of your brush is still a little hard. I’ll teach you a basic movement for practicing the tip of your brush, which is to soften the touch and muscles. There’s no shortcut to this. You can only rely on more practice.”

As he spoke, Slovin picked up the brush and began to demonstrate.

Fang Heng looked at every detail of Slovin’s demonstration. After a long while, Slovin stopped writing, looked at Fang Heng, and asked, “Do you understand? ”

[Hint: Your perception has reached 50, and your alchemy talent has reached 50. You have successfully learned the alchemy hand supple movement.]

“Yes.”

Fang Heng made a sound of agreement and closed his eyes again. He controlled thousands of zombie clones in the trial world and began to practice softening the movement of his hand.

“You’ve learned it?”

Slovin looked at Fang Heng standing still and couldn’t help frowning. He prompted, “Why don’t you try it?”

Fang Heng didn’t answer. He just closed his eyes and stood still.

The game prompts of the zombie clones practicing actions on the retina were refres.h.i.+ng rapidly.

Coupled with his 5,000+ alchemy talent, his skill proficiency soared.

After five minutes, Fang Heng opened his eyes and held the alchemy brush again.

Lying on the ground, he used his brush to draw strokes lightly.

The f*ck?

Slovin was shocked by Fang Heng’s actions. He felt it the moment the latter started writing.

It felt different!

Five minutes ago, Fang Heng’s wrist was as stiff as a rock, but now…

Where did this big monster come from?

And he had never practiced it before!

Fang Heng didn’t notice Slovin’s shocked gaze and continued to draw the magic array with his head lowered.

He still failed.

Fang Heng raised his head and looked at Slovin.

Slovin was a little scared by Fang Heng’s gaze.

“Why can’t I do it?”

Slovin realized that he had encountered a monster.

He frowned and said, “Well, your potential is indeed not bad. However. you still lack the ability to channel your energy. If you want to make up for this, you need to take note of some key points…”

Fang Heng interrupted, “Is there any targeted training?”

“Uh…”

For some reason, Slovin’s heart skipped a beat when he heard Fang Heng’s question. A layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead and said, “Yes, there is. Alright, look carefully.”

….

An hour later, Ed saw Slovin come out of the room.

Slovin looked like he had seen a ghost and ran out in a hurry. He didn’t even hear Ed calling him a few times. He had never seen anyone with such a monstrous talent in alchemy!

It was as if he didn’t need to cultivate at all. He just had to close his eyes and think for a while, and he would have earth-shaking changes.

Was he really a genius?

Perhaps it would be more accurate to describe him as a monster.

This was too exaggerated!

Fang Heng had advanced to an elementary alchemist in just an hour, completing the journey that he had taken three years to complete.

Slovin felt that he really didn’t have the talent to learn alchemy.

Ed shook his head helplessly as he watched Slovin run away. He had finally learned how arrogant the Alchemy Society was. He was not surprised.

But why hasn’t Fang Heng come out yet?

In the practice hall, Fang Heng sat on the ground with his legs crossed. The game notifications kept flas.h.i.+ng on his retina.

[Hint: Your alchemy level has been upgraded to elementary level.]

[Hint: The player has forgotten basic alchemy (Level 20), the player has mastered elementary alchemy (Level 1).]

Academics: Elementary alchemy.

Description: Elementary alchemy is the prerequisite for learning most alchemy skills. Players can make and break down some alchemy items. They can also obtain information from some alchemy items, develop alchemy techniques, and make and break down alchemy puppets.

Description: This skill can be upgraded to Level 25.

“Not bad, I’ve finally completed the advancement of elementary alchemy. The 10,000 Empire bunis spent did not go to waste.”

Fang Heng muttered to himself and took out the paper bag containing the white mixture from his pocket.

[Item: Unidentified alchemy composite.]

Description: The player’s current alchemy level is too low. Unable to obtain more information. Please try to upgrade your alchemy level.

Fang Heng couldn’t help frowning when he saw the game still gave the prompt that it could not identify the nature of the white mixture.

“Forget it, I’ll just find someone to ask.”

Fang Heng folded the paper package again and put it back into his pocket. Then, he got up and left the room.

Outside the door, Ed, who had been waiting, saw Fang Heng coming out and immediately went up to ask.

“Lord Fang Heng, have you finished your practice? How do you feel?”

Fang Heng nodded and replied, “I’m alright.”

“It’s good that you got something.”

As Ed and Fang Heng chatted, they returned to the front desk in the hall together to get a refund.

At the front desk, Trudor swiped Ed’s identification card and returned it before coldly saying, “You will need to pay double the maintenance fee.”

“Why?” Ed asked, stunned.

“The extra alchemy materials consumed during the training and the extra time spent in the practice hall are all counted in the expense.”

Fang Heng squinted his eyes, “You didn’t tell me in advance.”

“That’s common sense. Do I need to explain it?” said Trudor as he sized Fang Heng up coldly.

“Cough cough. Lord Fang Heng, calm down. Please calm down.”

Ed pulled Fang Heng and persuaded him, “I’ll pay. Lord Fang Heng, I’ll pay for this.”

Fang Heng s.h.i.+fted his gaze to the elevator leading to the upper floor and said in a low voice, “Thank you. I’ll return this debt to you and will double it.”

“Don’t! Big Boss! Please don’t!”

Ed shouted in his heart.

It was better to spend some money to avoid disaster.

Go to the Alchemy Society and argue? Wasn’t this just asking for trouble?

Ed felt that Fang Heng was serious and became a little anxious for a moment. He waved his hand repeatedly, “No, no, no. There’s no need. Lord Fang Heng, that’s not what I meant just now.”