The night wind blew past the windowsill.
With a refreshing coolness.
From next door came the sound of Jonathan, the eldest brother, joking while talking on the phone with his girlfriend, and the sound of flushing in the bathroom in the corridor, where the second brother would often go in and out at night.
"These noises are still soothing to listen to loudly." Ian shook his aching head. This time, he didn't scream much when he woke up from the nightmare world.
"My Homelander, my Homelander..." Although Ian has returned to the real world, he is still thinking about the remains of the "pirated Superman" in his heart.
Young people don't care about piracy or not. As long as they can fly in the sky with red eyes and be invulnerable to swords and guns, they will be willing to move into a big villa, marry a beautiful girl and live a huge gigolo life when they grow up.
"Next time, I must be well prepared and shout 'Fuck' louder." Ian secretly made up his mind to practice tree climbing well.
To be honest.
Until now he still couldn't quite understand why Homelander would run into the Marvel Universe. The scene was like a misplaced puzzle, full of incongruity and like an absurd farce.
However, it was exactly because of seeing such an absurd fact that Ian couldn't help but think about a question.
'If Homelander can appear in the Marvel Universe, does that mean that my psychiatrist is really that Hannibal...' Ian felt that this question might be terrifying if you think about it carefully.
He couldn't think too much about it. The more he think about it, the more serious the anxiety disorder may become. Ian rubbed his temples, trying to erase his slightly creepy guess from his mind.
'System.'
He began to shift his attention and opened his personal panel interface. It still has the same simple style, but there was a new optional interface on it.
"Finally! I'm not a human anymore!"
Ian felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart, and he couldn't wait to open the career selection function, which now only had one lonely option - Berserker.
[Career system unlocked]
[Currently available occupations: 1]
[Berserker Description: Use anger as fuel, rage as a sharp blade, and tear apart all obstacles! ]
Ian's heart was boiling with excitement after hearing the impressive introduction. After a little hesitation, he decided to choose the [Berserker] option for profession binding first.
How to say it, although he can still unlock a career option on the Homelander side, who can resist becoming a superhuman immediately? He knew very well that his system can allow him to obtain more than just one career.
This had been verified when he was testing the system in the past. To obtain a second career, there were only some prerequisites, and Ian felt that it would not be a big problem.
"Berserker Ian is ready!"
Following Ian's confirmation, lines of text appear in an instant.
[Job change condition: Make the rage value reach the critical point (current rage value: 5/100)]
At the same time, a translucent bar appeared in the lower right corner of Ian's vision, like a status bar in a game, with a reminder of [Rage Value] on it. A little below the top of the bar, there was a striking red tick mark - obviously, that was the "critical point" he needed to break through.
He needs to reach a level of at least sixty anger points.
"Sure enough, I'm just playing a game." Ian couldn't help but sigh, and as his mind moved, the anger value displayed in the lower right corner could be hidden.
It is actually not difficult to increase anger.
Ian closed his eyes and tried to remember the car accident in his previous life that had taken his life.
The speeding Red Knight of Apocalypse, the drowsy face of the driver, and the sound of brakes that never sounded...all appeared in his mind clearly.
The anger in my heart began to grow.
In a rage, Ian huffed.
[Current Rage Value: 13/100]
Ian was trying his best to mobilize his emotions, but there was no way. Time had diluted it too much, and the anger had long been exhausted with the passage of time.
"Tsk, it's been too long, I can't breathe anymore." Ian touched his ears, which hadn't even turned red, feeling somewhat helpless. Then, he changed his mind - physical stimulation.
"Bang!"
Ian raised his hand and slapped himself.
Am I angry?
[Current Rage Value: 11/100]
It seemed that he was not only not angry.
There is even a vague feeling of comfort.
"Holy fuck!"
Ian didn't dare to continue, as he was afraid that he might awaken some strange attributes. After thinking for a while, he walked out of his room and went into the kitchen to start rummaging through the drawers.
chili?
Take a bite.
mustard?
Take two bites.
Ian felt a spicy sensation rushing straight to the top of his head, and his tears and snot were in close contact.
[Current Rage Value: 21/100]
"Not enough, far from enough..."
Ian gasped and changed at the refrigerator. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and his amazing wisdom of 2.3 came into play - well, in fact, the intelligence in the attribute column does not represent true wisdom, but only represents the activity of thinking, learning ability, and the intensity of logical thinking.
However, this does not prevent Ian from feeling that he has amazing wisdom.
Only to see, ten minutes later.
An indescribable sticky mass was swirling in Ian's blender - chicken breast, chili, mustard, bitter gourd, and a few handfuls of rotten vegetable leaves that had been there for who knows how many days.
After the "shit in shit" drink was made, Ian did not take it immediately, but returned to his room, turned on the computer and opened a game called "Dota". Ian knew the account and password of his second brother Jordan by heart, and soon he logged in and started the game.
As expected.
In the first game, my teammates were AFK.
In the second game, ADC flashed and gave away the kill.
In the third game, the jungler was sleepwalking throughout.
In the fourth game, the mid laner started to curse at others through the microphone.
In the fifth game... the whole team collapsed, Ian's record was 0/31, perfectly integrated with his teammates, and completely red-hot. He gulped down the drink he mixed while looking at his [Anger Value].
[Current Rage Value: 56/100]
Good, good, good!
It turns out that he is about to lose his mind!
But that's not enough!
In order to prevent his mood from calming down and his [Anger Value] from falling, Ian seized this opportunity, gritted his teeth, and raised his fist violently, wanting to hit an indescribable part of himself.
However.
Sanity still exists.
In the end, he couldn't bear to gamble the happiness of the rest of his life.
"Bang!"
He changed his punch to hit his nose. The good news was that he confirmed that he was not a masochist, and the pain brought him the anger he wanted. The bad news was that the pain from the injury to his nose was too painful.
"hiss!"
It's a pain that makes you gasp.
But, it's worth it.
[Current Rage Value: 64/100]
In fact, he still lost a little rage because I used too much force and didn't get the punch stuck properly. While Ian was feeling angry, a new system prompt rang in his ears. At the same time, his body was also undergoing enhanced changes.
[Ding!]
[Job transfer successful! ]
[Profession: Berserker has been obtained! ]
[Basic template has been loaded! ]
[Obtain talent skill - Blood Furnace]
[The Berserker class skill tree has been opened! ]
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