Chapter 141: Ludwig Reagan

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Chapter 135 of "The Last Gentleman" opens presenting twists: “It seems he just plain forgot to close the door… Speaking of which, it’s past... Keep following!

“It seems he just plain forgot to close the door… Speaking of which, it’s past four in the afternoon already, and there are only last night’s leftovers outside. Did this guy really sleep till now? That’s even worse than some of my roommates in college when I was alive.” Considering the principal’s arrangement, Yi Chen didn’t wake the other person up but started cleaning up the incredibly messy low-rent house that hadn’t been cleaned for at least a week. He waited until it was past six in the evening. Intense hunger awoke Reagan, and he was in a state between sleep and wakefulness. He walked to the living room with the inertia of his thoughts and picked up the rotary phone to order some food. However, his routine thinking failed to locate the phone because its position had changed. This break from the routine swiftly brought him to full awareness, And seeing the room clean as new stunned Reagan momentarily, He even suspected that he had slept over at someone else’s house until he caught a glimpse of a girl’s figurine by his bedroom bed, confirming this was his own rental. At that moment, a handsome young man dressed in an Ivy League-style black suit emerged from the kitchen, holding a freshly roasted chicken and steak-based meals in his hand. Seeing such delicious food, Reagan’s mouth watered instantly, and his stomach made an embarrassing rumbling sound. “Mr. Reagan, have you awakened? When I came over, I found that your door was unlocked so I let myself in and helped clean up a bit. It was just about dinner time, so I bought some ingredients from outside and cooked them.” Reagan didn’t show any displeasure about the other person entering his home without permission, instead, he saw the young man before him as nothing short of an angelic presence and even faintly spotted a halo over his head. “You are…” “William Behrens from O.C.A. I’ve come here as there are a few matters I’d like to consult you about.” Upon hearing Yi Chen was from the academy, his expression changed slightly, but he still accepted the kind gesture, “From the academy? Let’s talk over dinner, I’ve overslept and missed lunch, I’m really starving.” ŘÄΝŎΒÊṩ Reagan temporarily suppressed his hunger, went back to his room to change into a wrinkled shirt and trousers, barely managing to completely encompass his belly. After a quick freshening up and hair fix, he returned to the living room, his belly protruding. Reagan was about the same height as Yi Chen, but with the flesh hanging on his face, a multi-layered chin, and shirt buttons that seemed about to burst, his physique was somewhat exaggerated. In this world system where most people lived, few associated with obesity, let alone members of organizations responsible for curing diseases, who generally had decent physiques due to daily intense training. Yi Chen estimated that Mr. Reagan’s “Physique” was probably only 2, or even lower. In less than ten minutes, Reagan had devoured food enough for five people. The button that had been restraining the belly pouch, having been strained for a long time, finally reached its limit, and pop! It flew off like a bullet, rebounding several times on the ceiling before landing precisely in front of Reagan. This was no coincidence, as Yi Chen had just vaguely sensed some kind of energy manipulation. Reagan said somewhat sheepishly, “I’m sorry, your cooking skills are even better than the head chef at Sam’s Kitchen! I couldn’t help myself and ate a bit too much.” Reagan casually put the button back at the breaking point, magically fixing it and reinforcing it in an instant. “So, what did you want to talk about? I should mention that I am very busy, I have to work tomorrow, and if you need help with something, I definitely won’t have the time.” “Nothing much, I just learned by chance that Mr. Reagan has a great talent in ‘Sensing,’ and I specifically came to ask if there is any experience or special training method you might share.” Yi Chen didn’t directly bring up the principal, as he believed Reagan’s dropout might be related to the principal’s ‘favor’. “Is that so? Everyone is indeed working hard… My experience is quite laughable. I have no interest in personal growth at all; if I can slack off, I definitely will to the fullest. Initially at the academy, it was fine, I only needed to attend two classes a week. Somehow, I got targeted and they wanted me to do this and that, so I dropped out and started working a nine-to-five job at a power plant. I must say, the feeling of laying low is really great.” “Mr. Reagan, may I ask how much your ‘Sensing’ attribute is?” “Just extend your hand; there’s no need to be secretive about such things.” When Yi Chen touched Reagan’s fatty shoulder, his retina immediately received the shared information. ≮Profession: Prototype Master≯ ≮Rank: Human≯ ≮Basic Attributes≯ [Physique]: 1 [Motorics]: 5 [Intellect]: 5 [Psyche]: 7 [Luck]: 4 ≮Professional Characteristics≯ “Heavenly Connection (Passive)”: Born with the capability to more easily comprehend and sense the essence of things and the connections among them, the upper limit of [Sensing] increases, adding the seventh tier – “7. Transcend”. Allows an individual to transcend their limits of sensing and breakthrough to reach a higher standard. “Prototype Control (Active)”: Targets different materials for microscopic rearrangement, control, and even the creation of entirely new entities. *This ability is limited to inorganic matter, and its effectiveness is drastically reduced when applied to organic matter, especially those with self-awareness. Control intensity, microscopic depth, and the complexity of creation are directly related to the [Sensing] value. … “Such high values!” Yi Chen was startled by such personal data, with only the physique significantly weak, while the rest was extremely high. The most terrifying was Sensing, which actually reached the rare [7]. No wonder the principal, also part of the sensing system, wanted to personally nurture him. For such attribute values, Reagan did not care at all, “Although my job is stable, I still have quite a few competitors. So I still spend a bit of time practicing ‘Professional Ability’ to keep myself from being fired.” In his speech, Reagan even deliberately pointed to those girl models in his room, seemingly the result of his practice. “How did you improve your sensing?” “Well~ I didn’t specifically focus on improving it. I usually like to stay in a quiet and enclosed environment, think about human body models, and then manually create them. This process might take a week or even a month. Many times, I was so engrossed in thinking that the value increased on its own.” “What!?” Yi Chen found it hard to accept such an answer. “Not all were like this, though. When my Sensing reached [6], it caught the attention of the academy. Later, under the guidance of Principal Daislin, it took about two months to reach [7]. I indeed tasted the sweetness of it, and there was a time when I wanted to reach a higher level. But Principal Daislin insisted that I should follow a squad into the depths of the Grey Zone to seek a suitable [Relic] for me. This was not acceptable. The death rate was too high… I was not yet prepared to die, so I chose to drop out and lead an easier life.” At this point, a realization suddenly dawned on Yi Chen. “Such genius experience has no reference value. His unique profession and talent decide his unique growth path, which others simply cannot replicate. The principal’s real purpose, could it be he wants me to motivate this lazy man to grow? The difficulty of getting such a seasoned person out is comparable to killing a Severe Patient, let alone convincing him to journey through the Grey Zone and transcend the Limit of Man. Forget it~ I should figure out ‘Sensing’ by myself, and Jin also has a high sensing, surely there are training channels to enhance sensing in Cesimani.” “Thanks for sharing, let’s leave it at that then. Goodbye, Mr. Reagan!” “Sorry I couldn’t help you more… Take care.” With his belly full, Reagan had no intention to stand up and just waved goodbye while sitting. Just as Yi Chen was about to give up the path provided by the principal and was about to leave the cheap underground rental, Sёarch* The NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. a female voice severely interfered by electromagnetic noise suddenly came from behind: “The graveyard (zzz)…” “Hmm?” This strange sound, mixed with a sense of danger, even forced the little grape to pop out of the neckline and look back inside the cheap rental. Behind Reagan, who was waving goodbye, floated a semi-transparent female corpse. Partly decayed flesh connected to withered bones via various electrical cables, with most of the body’s nerves and blood vessels also replaced by wires. The tongue in the female corpse’s mouth was also covered with dense holes, resembling the speaker ports of a walkie-talkie, from which the electromagnetic interference noises were emanating. “What is this? Why haven’t I noticed it before…” The little grape responded telepathically: “Emits the aura of a graveyard, might belong to the same kind as me, yet fundamentally different… Her state is strange, between physical and ethereal, and completely reliant on this obese human.” “From the Organization’s graveyard? Could it mean…”

Chapter 141: Ludwig Reagan

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