Chapter 257: Human Body Overclock

Ten minutes — that had already far exceeded the average person's limit for holding their breath.

Especially while still moving; for most people, two minutes was already the limit, and raising it to ten minutes was nearly impossible.

But Qin Yun looked completely unaffected, unhurried and unperturbed. His speed was fast, yet methodical, making people wonder whether he had really run out of air.

Otherwise, how could he be so calm?

Yet everyone knew that was impossible — after all, Qin Yun had even tossed aside his air tank; there was no way to fake it.

Qin Yun himself felt his current state was fine, but he had already reached his fastest speed for now; going any faster while dragging Fabio's corpse wasn't really possible. In ten minutes, he hadn't covered much distance.

Because for some unknown reason, the undercurrents here had suddenly increased.

As for not abandoning Fabio's corpse, it was because he still had room to spare right now; if it truly became impossible, he would definitely let go.

At this point, following the route he had come by, Qin Yun could already see the guide rope hanging on the rock wall. Purely in terms of direction, he was doing well. The boost from the Spatial Memory skill far exceeded what the netizens could imagine.

To the audience, Qin Yun had found his way back with ease — one could only say his memory really was, as he claimed, exceptionally good.

And this kind of memory could no longer really be called ordinary memory.

This ability to reconstruct space meant that even in the dark, even with his eyes closed, Qin Yun could actually find his way back — completely like a bug.

One had to admit, although some of the skills the system rewarded were outrageous, they were indeed enhancements built upon the human body's own capabilities.

Second by second, minute by minute, suddenly another undercurrent surged from the side, tumbling Fabio's body and dragging Qin Yun backward with it for four or five meters before it stopped.

He steadied himself, grabbed a stalagmite on the side with his left hand, and once the undercurrent passed, immediately continued forward.

13 minutes… 14 minutes… 15 minutes…

The netizens in the livestream were awestruck.

"Holy crap, could Qin-ye be an alien?"

"This is insane — fifteen minutes of breath-holding, is he even human?"

"Relax, look up the world record — it's 24 minutes."

"But that's static breath-holding, completely different. Qin Yun is moving; cutting the time in half would already be outrageous."

"Nothing that happens to Qin-ye is surprising."

Following the guide rope, Qin Yun passed through the stalactites, inching forward. The depth gauge now showed only 23 meters — if it were vertical height, he could easily shoot up to the surface. But right now, he was still over two hundred meters from the underground river entrance.

As time passed, he gradually felt something wrong with his body — this breath was nearly spent.

"Looks like it's time to try out this skill."

A thought flashed through Qin Yun's mind.

But he didn't activate it right away, still heading toward the underground river entrance.

Watching the time approach 20 minutes, Qin Yun's sense of reaching his limit grew more and more obvious. By the end, his entire mind was starting to fog over.

"Activate!"

He roared fiercely in his heart, and instantly, it was as if gunpowder met a spark inside his body — Boom!

This explosion was as if every one of his human limits had been pierced through in an instant.

At this moment, whether strength, reaction, or even thought, all seemed sublimated; and his body, which had been at its limit, instinctively found relief in a flash.

The agony of suffocation vanished the instant the Overclock skill activated, and his entire state returned to having room to spare.

"Holy shit, I'm seriously starting to doubt Qin-ye isn't human — it's been over twenty minutes, how could a person possibly do this?"

"+1!"

"Seconded!"

"This is godly, just ridiculous."

"Jesus, unbelievable."

"Amazing!"

At home and abroad, across the four livestream rooms, countless exclamations flooded the comment sections and bullet chats. Gifts need not be mentioned — from the moment Qin Yun took off his air tank, gifts had never stopped. In just a short time, the revenue exceeded what others made in a lifetime.

Some were envious, some were jealous, but these insignificant voices were all drowned out among Qin Yun's fans, never even getting a chance to surface.

10 meters… 8 meters… 4 meters… 2 meters…

As the depth gauge ticked down, Qin Yun finally reached the water channel at the underground river entrance. He pushed Fabio's corpse ahead of him, with himself following behind, still unhurried and unperturbed, feeling no suffocation at all.

And by now, the time had reached 25 minutes, completely shattering the static breath-hold underwater world record.

Some said that with static breath-holding, Qin-ye's time could likely reach 35 minutes — at that level, the gap with ordinary humans had already been pulled incomparably wide.

At the underground river entrance, two drones had already shot up out of the water. Su Huan breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking to herself that once they were back at the hotel, she'd give him a piece of her mind.

After a while, the first to surface from the water bend was the corpse covered in dark moss. The staff reached out, lifted the corpse out, and set it aside; then a figure burst up from below with a splash.

The cameras that had long been waiting outside captured the whole scene, and all the staff instantly began applauding, too thrilled to contain themselves.

Not just them — the viewers in front of the livestream were equally thrilled, some even smashing their desks.

The comment section refreshed at blinding speed, gifts flying across the screen, expressing everyone's feelings.

Qin Yun gripped the edge of the water bend, pushed hard, and climbed all the way out. He reached up and pulled off his mask, and a body threw itself into his arms.

Looking down at Su Huan, Qin Yun smiled faintly and patted her on the back.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Jerk, you scared me to death."

Su Huan couldn't be bothered with the cameras right now — she had truly been terrified.

In the livestream, the netizens cackled.

"Qin-ye is so lucky, I'm jealous."

"Hehe, from now on I'll find a girlfriend by Su-damei's standard."

"Then you'll probably stay single your whole life."

"Jealous of Qin-ye, and jealous of Su-damei too."

When Su Huan released her embrace, Qin Yun looked at the camera and smiled with visible relief.

"Hello everyone, I'm Qin Yun, a temporary cave diving enthusiast."

"Today, I entered the underground river beneath the Leye Dashiwei Sinkhole Group in Guangxi, breaking the 350-meter cave diving record. Along the way, I encountered strong currents, silt, blind fish, water snakes, had my guide rope snap, suffered a cave-in, got stuck in a rock crevice, and even encountered Fabio Rossi, the Italian master cave diver who once died here."

"Though the journey was fraught with hardship, even my breathing apparatus malfunctioned, and in the end I had to rely solely on my breath-holding to complete the final stretch. Fortunately, I emerged alive—and achieved my goal."

"It's currently 4:30 p. m. Beijing time, July 3rd. I've been underwater for over six hours. Thank you all for accompanying me—it's time to say goodbye. Lastly, thank my sponsors: DJI, Red Bull, Casio, and RT, Luxfer…"

"Alright, that's it for this live stream. Thanks for all the gifts, thanks, bye!"

As Qin Yun finished speaking, the crew immediately switched the camera to the vast open sky outside.

"Brother Qin, awesome, absolutely awesome."

Wei Heng and Lu Sicheng walked over, feeling the money spent was worth it—though the journey was perilous, the outcome was good.

Qin Yun smiled: "It was a bit thrilling."

After a few pleasantries, Qin Yun glanced into the sinkhole: "I'll leave the cleanup to you all. I'm exhausted and need to return to the hotel to rest. Thank you."

"It's nothing, Brother Qin. The car is already waiting outside. Let's meet again tomorrow—I'll treat you."

"Hahaha, no way, it has to be my treat. Everyone here must come—I'll give each of you a red envelope."

The crew all said Brother Qin was too generous, but though they spoke humbly, their expressions were bright with joy.

After leaving the Dashiwei Sinkhole, Qin Yun and Su Huan got into Wei Heng's car, and Qin Yun collapsed completely.

The aftereffects of the Overclock skill began to violently recoil.

At that moment, his body felt as if ten thousand ants were tearing at his flesh, waves of pain crashing relentlessly against his cerebral cortex.

Su Huan immediately sensed his abnormality.

"Husband, what's wrong?"

Qin Yun waved his hand, forcing a weak smile: "Nothing. Back to the hotel, sleep it off—I'm just exhausted."

No sooner had he spoken than Qin Yun passed out—or rather, fainted.

Before losing consciousness, he developed a deep aversion to the Overclock skill: never again would he use it unless at the brink of death—its aftereffects were far too severe. Even his physical condition couldn't withstand it.