Chapter 28: Chapter Twenty‑Seven: Yesterday You Gave Me the Cold Shoulder, Today I

That night, in the dim room, Su Qing opened the light screen.

He saw that in the download completed column, there were three skills waiting to be installed: Firearms (Mastery), Blade Technique (Mastery), Hungarian (Mastery).

These were all skills he had downloaded from Selinna within three days.

However, these were not the entirety of his gains.

During the download process, Su Qing also summarized some of the time required for Heavenly Base to download skills.

First is the entry level; since he had never downloaded before, he still doesn't know the time, but estimates it won't be long.

Next are proficient-level skills, which take about seven or eight hours to download; then mastery-level skills, which take about a day; finally, master-level skills require even more—at least three days to fully download.

In short, the higher the proficiency of a skill, the more time it requires.

Having spoken of skills, now speak of bloodline.

Su Qing still hasn't figured this out, after all, last time he downloaded, he passed out directly, and who knows how long it lasted.

But fortunately, there is still one thing that can be certain.

That is the energy required to download a bloodline, which is much greater than that for skills; as to how much greater, because examples are too few, further exploration is needed.

Regarding the energy consumption gap between skills and bloodline, Su Qing felt no surprise, after all, a skill is merely a specialty, whereas a bloodline can encompass many abilities.

Just like Selinna's third-generation vampire bloodline, downloading and installing it required no training, and he gained extraordinary agility and reflexes, his physique was also strengthened, and he had self-healing ability.

Thinking of this, Su Qing's train of thought paused, and a worried expression appeared on his face.

Speaking of which, it's been over ten days since he installed the bloodline.

He still hasn't figured out whether his late-stage stomach cancer has been cured by the self-healing ability.

Because of the era's limitations, medical technology at this time is still developing; CT and such haven't been invented yet, so using medical equipment to examine cancer is fundamentally unrealistic.

And Su Qing himself is neither a doctor nor has he studied medicine, so he absolutely cannot judge from his own bodily symptoms whether the cancer has been healed.

This won't work, that won't work—in short, one word: impossible.

Ah! The backwardness of the era is sometimes indeed a good thing, but sometimes it's not necessarily a fortunate thing to celebrate.

All we can say is that good and bad can only be judged by oneself.

Shaking his head, Su Qing composed himself, glanced at the light screen, and muttered to himself: 'No product manual is a hassle; we still have to feel our way slowly.'

But complaining aside, if it's needed, we still have to use it.

All he saw was him focusing his intent, then directly confirming the installation of the three skills.

Boom!!

At the instant his thought fell, Su Qing only felt a huge amount of stuff in his mind.

First came various information about many firearms; then, following the procedure, he entered the God's-eye view once again.

Here, he saw himself learning to use firearms with Selinna, from simple disassembly to assembly, then posture adjustment, and target practice, etc., with many variations.

Firearms were quickly absorbed, but before he could catch his breath, blade technique came next, entering the God's-eye view, and then Hungarian followed.

It took over ten minutes in total for Su Qing to fully receive the three skills.

'Hiss! Careless.' Su Qing rubbed his temples, a wave of after‑fear surged in his heart; fortunately the golden finger kept things in check, otherwise his brain would be flooded with all that information at once and he'd be turned into an idiot by the information torrent.

After a good rest, he finally recovered, simply packed his gear, and headed out toward the training area inside the castle.

On the way back from the tomb chamber last night, Selinna had already introduced all the buildings in the manor, so there was no need to worry about getting lost.

He made his way to the shooting range, ignoring the gazes of the few vampires present, and looked at the dozens of firearms on the table ahead, preparing to first test the newly installed mastery‑level firearms.

He casually picked up a handgun of some unknown brand, and Su Qing's hands instinctively pulled the slide and removed the spring… until the gun was disassembled into dozens of small parts, at which point he realized what he'd done.

'This is the legendary case of the brain not reacting.' Su Qing looked at his hands with some surprise, then reassembled the gun; the whole sequence was extremely smooth and fluid, taking only about seven or eight seconds—very quick.

Even before firing, he witnessed the prowess of the mastery‑level firearms; Su Qing felt delighted, immediately raised the gun and aimed at the distant target, and almost instantly his body moved into the standard posture by reflex.

After repeated variations, Su Qing nodded in approval again and again, then fired continuously at the target.

Quickly.

After emptying a magazine, Su Qing swapped magazines while looking at the target, and saw that the humanoid target's head was riddled with black holes.

He counted them—exactly thirty—so every shot hit; pretty awesome.

After all, this is the fruit of Selinna's five hundred years of effort; he is only one step away from reaching that final Master Realm, and can almost be said to hit whatever he aims at—he himself, merely weakened for a period, could attain such a state.

All that can be said is: Heavenly Base is awesome, long live Heavenly Base!

Su Qing stood where he was, thought for a moment, put down the handgun, and tried each gun on the table in turn.

In the end, the sensation was much like that of the handgun; all that can be said is that it lives up to being mastery‑level firearms.

'Thud!'

Putting down the gun in his hand, Su Qing did not linger in the shooting area but walked over to the nearby combat area.

Here five pairs of people were fighting; their moves were clean and agile—at a glance they were clearly skilled.

After watching from the sidelines for a while, Su Qing saw one pair finish their practice, immediately stepped forward, and spoke in fluent Hungarian: 'Hello, can I have a match with you?'

'You…' the man who was asked, obviously not expecting Su Qing to speak Hungarian, was surprised for a moment, then recovered, nodded, and said, 'Sure.'

Thus, the two walked to the center of the arena to prepare to fight.

The several vampire pairs nearby who were sparring saw this, all showed interested expressions, and gathered around to watch.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, Su Qing's heart suddenly calmed, his mind free of other distractions, with only the opposing vampire man and the surrounding vampires' bodily movements and demeanor.

He regarded all the vampires present as imaginary enemies; within just a few seconds, his mind simulated several combat scenarios.

But each scenario ended with his victory, all the vampires collapsing unable to rise.

And the actual events unfolded exactly as simulated; the vampire man he faced was taken down by a single grapple throw after just a few moves, ending the fight.

'Am I seeing things? That Easterner just took Andy down with a few moves.'

'Uh, I don't think you're hallucinating—I saw it too.'

'This can't be possible—he's just a yellow‑skinned…'

"Hey, Ma Ke, you want to pick a fight? We sure don't."

"Well, it's my fault."

".........."

The vampires watching the drama on the side chattered, their gazes at Su Qing shifting from initial mockery to shock, disbelief, and finally reverence and kindness.

Watching this scene, Su Qing felt a myriad of emotions.

Suddenly he recalled an online saying: "When one day you notice the people around you becoming polite, it's not that they've become kinder or their quality improved, but that your strength has grown."

Now Su Qing feels this saying makes sense; I, Su Mou ren, am now also an existence that inspires awe.

What Su Qing didn't know was, while he lamented that the strong are respected and netizens never deceive him, a male vampire had already reported Su Qing's battle performance today in full to Kailwen.

"Get out!" Kailwen stood by the window, gazing at the endless night, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

He had always liked Selinna, regarding her as his own possession; all the vampires in the manor knew this, so normally no male vampire dared to overstep with Selinna.

But last night, Selinna brought back a man from outside, and he was a yellow-skinned Easterner.

More importantly, through observation, Selinna seemed to have feelings for this guy called, uh, Qing something, what a lousy name.

Anyway, she just treats this guy differently.

Damn bitch, I've chased you for hundreds of years, yet you treat me coldly, acting all aloof.

Just went out for over a month and you bring back a yellow-skinned monkey back, damn it!

Kailwen grew angrier the more he thought, inexplicably feeling like he'd been given a green hat, so he then decided on the spot to kill that guy surnamed Su to vent his spite.

No.

Killing that man would be too simple; he wants to torture him to death, and then obtain Selinna.

That bitch, he no longer has the patience to fawn over her.

He will make Selinna regret it!

With his mind made up, Kailwen turned and left confidently.

On this pitch-black night, the legendary first simp of the dark night, Kailwen, awakened.