Let Me Game in Peace Chapter 3 - Vigor Divine Fist

Translator: CKtalon Editor: CKtalon

A powerful surge, akin to a lightning strike, coursed through Zhou Wen’s body. This sensation was familiar to him, identical to what he experienced while absorbing Primordial Energy Crystals. Yet, the intensity of this absorption dwarfed all his prior encounters, surpassing by many folds the power he felt from that five-valued Primordial Energy Crystal.

While Zhou Wen basked in this exhilarating rush, yet another force poured into his body.

Differing from the Primordial Energy Crystal, this energy slithered through him like an electric serpent, unlocking his previously blocked meridians and carving out an unusual new route.

Anticipation swelled within Zhou Wen.

As the serpent-like electric force raced through his veins, Zhou Wen’s Primordial Energy stirred to life, flowing along the freshly opened channels.

To his astonishment, Zhou Wen noticed his hands turning a deep blood-red hue with a metallic luster as the Primordial Energy circulated. A bizarre swelling sensation gripped him too. Though his palms remained the same size, they brimmed with tremendous power, itching to erupt outward.

An impulse to throw a punch overwhelmed Zhou Wen right then, but he restrained himself. After all, he was on school grounds, and stirring up trouble wasn’t wise. Plus, damaging school property meant footing the bill for repairs.

After almost twenty minutes, the swelling sensation slowly faded. His hands returned to normal, and the Primordial Energy circulation halted. Still, Zhou Wen understood that this Primordial Energy Skill of explosive force had etched itself into his very body and soul, becoming an instinctive part of him that he could never erase.

Eagerly, Zhou Wen checked his phone. The game screen had gone dark. He quickly relaunched it, added a drop of blood, and once his in-game avatar loaded, he reviewed his stats right away.

Zhou Wen

Age: 16 years

Lifeform level: Mortal

Strength: 9

Speed: 5

Constitution: 8

Primordial Energy: 9

Primordial Energy Art: Ascetic Meditation

Primordial Energy Skill: Vigor Divine Fist (Rank 7)

Companion Beast: None

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Joy surged through Zhou Wen. His Primordial Energy had skyrocketed to 9, signaling that the absorbed Primordial Energy Crystal was worth 9. The Rank 7 marking beside Vigor Divine Fist matched the level of seven-valued stat crystals. Without any training, Zhou Wen’s Vigor Divine Fist had already achieved an impressive rank.

Primordial Energy Skills, being quite scarce, commanded high prices. But once acquired, they proved invaluable, boosting his stats dramatically and delivering battle prowess well beyond his usual limits. They offered crucial ways to defend himself and vanquish foes. Nobody ever complained about possessing too many Primordial Energy Skills.

Previously, Zhou Wen couldn’t afford Primordial Energy Skill Crystals, and with his full dedication to practicing Ascetic Meditation, he had no spare time or effort for skill training. Vigor Divine Fist marked his very first Primordial Energy Skill, and judging by its name and effects, it seemed tailored to amplify his fists’ destructive power.

A surge of excitement coursed through Zhou Wen.

Resuming his grinding in the game, he found his avatar could now wield Vigor Divine Fist too. Thrilled, Zhou Wen commanded it to unleash the skill and witness its devastating power.

The blood-hued avatar smashed a Vigor Ant with Vigor Divine Fist, driving its head straight into its torso. The overwhelming force then caused its body to burst apart, scattering flesh, blood, and shell fragments everywhere, leaving only a mangled mess.

Shock and delight filled Zhou Wen at the sight. Since the blood-colored avatar mirrored himself perfectly, this display meant he could replicate such destruction in the real world.

Before, killing a Vigor Ant took him multiple hits, always targeting weak points. Now, Vigor Divine Fist bypassed the creature’s tough carapace, shattering it outright. Its raw power was terrifyingly effective.

Yet, for all its might, each Vigor Divine Fist drained 4 Primordial Energy. With his cap at 9, Zhou Wen could only manage two punches before depletion.

Primordial Energy did regenerate naturally, but the pace was glacial—one point per hour. It couldn’t sustain his heavy usage.

Naturally, Primordial Energy Crystals could speed up recovery, though that struck most as wildly wasteful.

Despite gaining this Primordial Energy Skill, Zhou Wen could employ it only as a last resort for the moment. He kept grinding steadily, yearning for an even more extraordinary loot drop.

Grinding remained tedious and monotonous, no doubt. But for someone who had tempered his body and cultivated Primordial Energy via Ascetic Meditation before turning sixteen, such tedium was trivial.

As Zhou Wen clutched his phone, lost in grinding, a presence drew near. Glancing up, he spotted a tall girl in high-school uniform heading his way.

Zhou Wen scanned the area around her. Few students ventured here usually, and none were present now. He’d picked this isolated spot precisely for undisturbed gaming, with no one in sight for tens of meters.

With the girl marching directly toward him, Zhou Wen pocketed his phone hastily. He didn’t want anyone glimpsing its secrets, lest it spell massive trouble.

Standing 1.75 meters tall, Fang Ruoxi towered over most girls her age and even rivaled many boys.

Her impressive height came with perfect proportions. Her slim frame, honed by rigorous training, avoided any bulkiness. Long, lithe legs paired with striking curves delivered a potent visual punch, radiating a wild, untamed allure.

Fang Ruoxi’s name evoked gentle femininity, yet it clashed with her bold personality. She was proud and standout. Before An Jing’s arrival, she and Zhou Wen had been Guide High School’s twin prodigies.

They weren’t classmates, though. Both kept to themselves, and with Zhou Wen immersed in body forging and Ascetic Meditation practice, their interactions were limited to occasional courteous nods.

Fang Ruoxi had obviously sought out Zhou Wen, leaving him baffled about her intentions.

“Zhou Wen, I wish to invite you to join my team for the combat test at the end of the graduation exams.” Fang Ruoxi stopped in front of Zhou Wen and delivered those astonishing words.