Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2465 - 2303: A Few More Hurts, and You Get Used to It

A hundred million.

Does it seem like a huge sum?

Sure, it's massive, yet not completely out of reach. Averaging it out, slaving away at the firm for twenty-five years means pulling in just four million annually.

Put in the effort.

For someone in a high position, it's doable.

Naturally.

The real challenge lies in lasting those twenty-five years; countless variables can interfere. Still, accumulating fifty or sixty million would be impressive enough.

- Salaries.

- Incentives.

- Rising stock values.

- Smart investments.

Tally them together, and netting two to three million yearly isn't tough. After roughly two decades of toil, financial independence beckons, allowing retirement and savoring existence.

Viewing it this way.

Why bother with vacations? True bliss lies in financial liberation!

...

The eighth.

Nightfall.

Within the Manor's training hall, Qin Shiqi along with the two other girls pushed relentlessly, dashing across the vast expanse nearing a thousand square meters, sweat-soaked and breathing raggedly.

Daily routine.

Whenever they're at the Manor.

Physical training.

It's turned into an ingrained custom; skipping a day leaves them feeling incomplete. Today's session carried a unique twist, though, with Tang Qing right there alongside them.

"Pick up the pace."

"Keep going."

"Push to your body's breaking point."

At the field's heart.

Tang Qing positioned himself with arms folded behind his back, his tone cool and detached. By now, their physiques neared the boundaries of typical humans, so he readied himself to guide them past the Gene Lock.

Typically.

For regular folks, this would involve a medication. Since shattering and reforming demands Origin Energy, skipping it would merely drain cellular vitality—those cells might prove useless afterward.

Worse outcomes could hasten an untimely end.

Otherwise.

Worldwide individual fighting prowess wouldn't lag so much. Besides, this marks only the start; back when Tang Qing first unlocked the initial Gene Lock layer, the agony clawed at his soul.

Eventually.

They'll face it too.

On this matter.

He'd already discussed it with the girls, and each affirmed it was fine. They trusted their mental fortitude was robust enough; a bit of suffering? No issue.

That afternoon.

They witnessed Tang Qing shatter a concrete post with a single strike, the awe in that instant unveiling a whole new realm for them.

...

"Hurry up!"

"Hurry up!"

"..."

Qin Shiqi whispered to herself nonstop, her energy hitting its peak, but she refused to halt, her mind fogging slightly while a steadfast resolve lingered deep inside.

Exhausted?

That's exactly it.

The proper journey brims with obstacles. Having glimpsed that fresh horizon, a chance to surpass mortal constraints—how could she let it slip?

At last.

Unsure of the duration of her sprint, her awareness teetered on vanishing.

Her limbs buckled.

Collapse imminent.

Yet.

Instead of crashing to the floor, Qin Shiqi sensed herself sinking into a basin of soothing warmth, the liquid encircling her like a living entity, penetrating her pores.

Gradually.

Infiltrating cells, organs, skeleton, nerves... With full saturation achieved, Qin Shiqi felt reborn in her mother's arms.

Toasty.

Blissful.

Inviting eternal slumber...

"Ah!"

Abruptly.

Torment exploded across her frame, like a legion of insects devouring her from within. Every bit of flesh, every fiber, seemed ripped apart, forcing her eyes to bulge in agony.

Tears flowed.

Man.

You warned of pain, but not to this degree!

Right then.

Her mind sharpened, assaulted by the soul-searing anguish, desperate for blackout relief. Yet she noted, beyond that first cry.

No further noise escaped.

Oof!

Excruciating!

Even unconsciousness eluded her.

Her awareness stayed razor-sharp. She vowed, surviving this, she'd confront Tang Qing fiercely for skimping on the pain alert—regret came too late.

Would her form be wrecked?

Just then.

Tang Qing's words cut through.

"Hang in there!"

"It'll end shortly; this is expected. Acquiring immense power demands this toll. Suffering ranks as the mildest cost."

"Most lack even the chance for such torment."

This claim.

Rang true.

Around the world.

Should a technique exist to unlock the Gene Lock and gain might, hordes would embrace it gladly. Truthfully, easing Qin Shiqi's ordeal wasn't hard.

But Tang Qing held back.

For starters.

He aimed for her to grasp how grueling this path truly was, far from the old days of mere sustenance sufficing—it exacted a steep levy.

Easy way?

They're already traversing it.

...

Absorbing his words.

Qin Shiqi clenched her jaw.

"Fine."

"I can take it."

She echoed Tang Qing's sentiment; that force demolishing concrete with one blow—if revealed abroad, masses would pay far steeper to claim it.

Merely some ache, testing a woman's grit.

Hold on.

Hold firm.

Ultimately.

Time blurred, but she figured even blade slices would feel tame now, as the torment abruptly vanished.

Next.

A soothing glow enveloped her being, akin to a winter hot spring bath, every cell celebrating, vigor and bodily command slowly returning.

"Finished."

"Rise."

"Resume running, no breaks," Tang Qing instructed.

"Got it."

Soon.

Another girl reentered the circuit. Tang Nian’er had hit her threshold, teetering before Tang Qing caught and lowered her.

One palm, softly against her spine.

Shortly.

"Ah!"

Tang Nian’er’s cry filled the room, twisting Qin Shiqi’s gut—she must be weathering the same ordeal she’d just survived—remembering it.

Even now, her core quakes.

That hurt terribly.

Still.

The results shone bright; she’d been drained before, yet vitality surged anew, not feather-light perhaps, but worlds apart from prior.

"Whew!"

"Swoosh!"

"..."

Qin Shiqi swung several jabs, each whipping up wind.

Gripping her hand.

The surge of might thrilled her, as if she could fell an ox with a blow; even at half effort, she outpaced her old top speed.

"I’m unstoppable!"

In her thoughts, Qin Shiqi indulged the fancy.

Accelerate!

Charge!

An endless vigor poured from her core, utterly invigorating, her pace quickening, strides now twice the former length.

Elated.

Exhilarated.

Bound about.

"Ah!"

Yet another wail rang out; peering over, it was her soft-spoken sibling, Qin Shiyu, sprawled like Tang Nian’er.

A palm on her back.

"It’ll wrap up quickly," Qin Shiqi encouraged.

Regrettably.

The pair missed it.

Pain had seized their perceptions fully, dwarfing even labor’s throes—it drove them to the edge of shattering.

In the end.

Surviving the wave.

"Whew!"

The duo sprawled panting fiercely, a flicker of dread in their gazes toward Tang Qing; this etched an indelible mark on their existences.

Recall alone quivered them.

Luckily.

The trial concluded.

Observing the fragile young women, faces streaked with tears, Tang Qing nodded in satisfaction; it flowed well, harsh yet rewarding.

It honed their resolve too.

Ahead.

More trials would inure them to hardship.