Chapter 3: Gaining a Skill Point

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

On the way home, the bicycle went on a path along the riverside.

In the distance, a ship of more than 10 meters in length was headed in this direction. Many people were crowded on the bow of the ship.

Both the men and women had pallid faces and disheveled hair. Each of them carried more than one bag, and many of them had their children with them.

“These must be refugees from outside the city.”

Chen Yiming stopped the bicycle by the roadside and carefully observed the ship.

The top of the ship was covered with a large sheet of tarpaulin. If the refugees did not gather at the ship’s bow, it would be impossible to tell what was in the ship’s cabins by just looking at it.

The ship dropped anchor along the shore near an empty area not far from Chen Yiming.

The refugees at the bow of the ship jumped onto the shore. After that, more refugees exited from the ship’s cabin one after another. Following the lead of those in front, they made their way onto the shore.

Chen Yiming estimated that there were about fifty of them.

Watching the ship turn back, Chen Yiming felt a sense of urgency.

“I have to inform my family about this situation quickly.”

With the refugees sneaking into the city and the troops gathering, something big must have happened. The village in the city would definitely be the first place for the refugees to settle down, and his home just so happened to be in the village.

He got back on his bicycle and sped home.

…

When he got home, it was already dark out.

Dinner was already served on the dining table — a total of four side dishes and a soup.

Father Chen — Chen Jindong — was lying on a chair smoking a pipe. Mother Chen was sitting at the dining table, ledger in hand, tabulating the day’s earnings.

Chen Yiming’s younger sister, Chen Yingying, was doing her homework at the dining table to save on the electricity bill.

Seeing that her son had returned, Mother Chen put away the ledger and called the family over. Chen Yiming obediently went to help with the dishes.

At the dining table, everyone ate in silence.

When everyone had finished eating, Father Chen stopped Chen Yingying, who had wanted to go back to her room to continue studying. He had a serious expression on his face.

“I just got the news from the farmers’ market today — there might be another war in the west. There are rumors that alien creatures appeared in the lake. From now on, you all have to be careful when you are outside.”

He paused for a moment before cautioning Chen Yingying.

“Don’t come back on your own after school anymore. Wait for your brother to pick you up.”

Then, he briefed Mother Chen.

“In the future, the restaurant will only accept orders until 4 pm. Yiming will pick Yingying up directly after delivering the last order.”

Chen Yiming waited for Father Chen to finish before hastily interjecting, “I have some news to report as well. On my way out today, I encountered soldiers already assembled into troops. At the riverside on the way back, I also came across refugees hiding aboard a ship and sneaking into the city.”

Outside the house, it had started to drizzle again. The temperature seemed to have become exceptionally cold.

“Refugees entering the city. Refugees entering the city. Refugees entering the city.” Father Chen said to himself, repeating it thrice.

He fell silent, seemingly deep in thought.

After a while, Father Chen continued, “The scale of this war might not be small. Right from the start, it isn’t possible to survive outside the city.”

When Madam Chen heard about the refugees entering the city, she started to feel frightened and worried.

“Should we just close the restaurant and reopen it after all this is over?”

Father Chen’s heart sank. He thought for a long time before saying, “Let’s wait a few more days and see how much the situation worsens. Moreover, Yiming is going to the martial arts school to train, and we will have recurring expenses.”

Then, he turned to Chen Yiming and asked, “How’s the preparation for your registration to the Mantis Snake Sword School?”

Chen Yiming thumped his chest and promised, “No problems here. I’m confident that I can completely master all the basic sword moves over the next few days. After that, I’ll go and register immediately.”

Father Chen looked at Chen Yiming solemnly and said heavily, “This is no joking matter. You had better not be lying to us.”

Then, he instructed Madam Chen, “Once Yiming becomes a trainee at the school, remember to hang the training robes up high right after you have washed them. Hang them high enough that even those passing by our door can see it.”

Mother Chen was delighted to hear this.

“That’s a good idea. I can also sew a few more replicas so that the people passing by will see them clearly.”

The martial arts trainees were worlds apart from the warriors, and it was not for certain that even one in a hundred trainees would become a warrior. Even so, it would be easy enough for a trainee to win in a fight against several ordinary people, not to mention the refugees who were in poor physical condition.

As long as Chen Yiming could successfully become a trainee at the Mantis Snake Sword School, the Chen family would not have to worry about anyone causing trouble for them. They would be able to deter any would-be troublemakers with just the title of a martial arts trainee.

…

The next day, the Chen family’s restaurant continued its business as usual.

Chen Yiming woke up early in the morning. Since there were no orders in the restaurant in the morning, he made good use of the time by practicing his basic sword moves.

Father Chen handled the ingredients by himself while Mother Chen visited the neighbors to find out the latest news. Chen Yingying went to school as usual.

Life still had to go on. The workers had to work and the students had to attend school. During the day, order in the city was still guaranteed.

Near noon, Chen Yiming stopped his training and started to go on deliveries.

As he cycled across the bridge, he realized that the situation had worsened. Some refugees had already started to set up their homes under the bridge.

As he approached the central business district, countless middlemen appeared on the roadside, raising sign boards to recruit people. All the sign boards had the same message: “XX project, mass recruitment. Meals included, accommodation not provided.”

The laborers at the construction site were only provided three meals a day. With these terms, it was almost impossible to recruit anyone under normal circumstances. Clearly the situation was much worse than Chen Yiming had expected.

When Chen Yiming arrived at the central business district, he saw a large number of white-collar workers walking out of the office towers with their personal belongings. Most of them had tears in their eyes. It was clear they had just been fired from their jobs.

His heart sank. He desperately hoped that he could obtain the last skill point soon.

…

Another two days passed.

Everyone in the city knew that there was going to be a war in the west. The streets that used to be lively were now deserted.

East Lake City started to prepare for war.

The farmers’ market was forced to close down as everything was sold out. Ordinary citizens could only go to the designated rationing stations, collecting half a kilogram of rations every three days with their identity cards.

A large number of government corporations began to hire logistics personnel for the war.

The Chen family’s restaurant was closed for business. The door was locked tight and the whole family stayed in the house all day.

The only fortunate thing was that the restaurant owners, Father Chen and Mother Chen, had already taken countermeasures. They had a vacuum packing machine at home, and they often made smoked meat and dried vegetables, sealing them in vacuum packs.

Thus, there was enough food stored in the basement of the house to feed the family for a whole year.

…

On the night of the fifth day, the drizzle that had been falling continuously for several days finally stopped. The stars were shining in the sky again.

Chen Yiming was practicing his basic sword moves in the courtyard on the first floor. Since restrictions were being imposed on electricity usage, he could only light a kerosene lamp.

He practiced his moves again and again. A shadow was reflected on the wall, changing continuously along with his movements.

The martial arts talent panel suddenly appeared in front of him, catching him unaware.

Chen Yiming

Talent: Pale gray skill bar

Skill points: 3

He obtained another skill point, and the total skill points on the panel clearly displayed the number “3”.

Without any hesitation, Chen Yiming added three skill points to swordsmanship on his skill bar.

The pattern representing swordsmanship lit up.

Chen Yiming

Talent: Swordsmanship—Level 1

Skill points: 0

The next moment, he felt as though something had cracked open in his mind, and a powerful force surged through him.

He began to practice the basic sword moves again.

In the first round, he was able to execute all the basic sword moves perfectly.

In the second round, all the moves were connected, flowing smoothly from one move to the next.

In the third round, the combination of basic sword moves such as stab, strike, taunt, provoke and slash automatically appeared in his mind. He could swiftly adapt his moves according to the situation.

With the enhancement from his Level-1 swordsmanship talent, all the moves seemed as though they had been imprinted in his mind all along. Before the move he was executing had ended, he already had a plan for his next step.

His speed of thinking had exceeded his body’s movement speed. The speed of his body seemed to have slowed down, and he could just go by feeling to steadily execute the sword moves without the slightest mistake.

A breeze blew past and the flame flickered. His figure kept still, sword in hand.

His eyes were shut tight as two figures appeared in his mind. One of the figures was constantly switching between different weapons, holding a sword at one moment and a saber at another.

The other figure held a long sword in his hand, using only combinations of the basic sword moves to counter the other’s moves. In an instant, the two figures seemed to have fought many times, and various ways to counterattack automatically appeared in his mind.

When he opened his eyes, he could not help but clench his fists. The grievances he had built up in his heart were released all at once.

After enduring for nearly three months, it was finally his turn to shine.

These combinations of sword moves were not some profound technique, and were only flexible usage of the basic sword moves. But just with these, his current self could easily win against 10 of his original selves.

A sense of security started to grow in him, and he felt full of confidence.