Chapter 11

Perception: F+

Willpower: E

Special Ability: Still as a Virgin

Holy Light Fruit: 0.5% (Awakening Progress)

Active Skill: Frail as a Willow (Usable)

After the enhancement was complete, Karl’s physique remained at E-rank, showing no change. However, he faintly felt that if he used a few more cards, he could break through to E+ rank. Karl was in no rush to enhance his perception and willpower; after all, physique was the foundation of true strength.

Ever since obtaining the Slacking System, Karl had made rapid progress, but compared to the big shots next door, he was still a scrub. One had to know that at his age, others were already punching Four Emperors and kicking Admirals.

"Phew, the great cause of slacking is not yet successful; I must continue to work hard! System, use all skill cards!"

"Ding! Detected that the host has mastered Iron Body and Shave. Skill cards have been automatically converted into proficiency for Iron Body and Shave."

As soon as the system finished speaking, Karl felt memories regarding the use of Iron Body and Shave flood into his mind. Especially with Iron Body, Karl felt as if he had become a CP9 member bursting with self-confidence, thinking: "Let ten thousand techniques come, I shall block them all with Iron Body."

After digesting the memories, Karl sighed softly: "This Iron Body thing... I’d better avoid using it in the future if I can..." ===== CHAPTER 19 =====

Recruit training ground.

Zefa glanced at the time and roared at the recruits sweating away: "Everyone stop, that’s it for now. Assemble promptly at 6:30 tonight. Dismissed!"

The recruits, who had trained all day, cheered instantly and shoved each other toward the cafeteria. Ain and Binz stood where they were; it wasn't that they weren't hungry, but they were going to visit the injured Karl today.

"Ain, Binz, you two come with me!"

"Yes, Master Zefa!"

The two followed Zefa step by step toward the naval hospital. Binz looked at the approaching hospital, feeling conflicted, and whispered to Ain: "Hey, Ain, do you think Karl will hold a grudge? After all, I hurt him so badly?"

Ain bit her lower lip, thinking of the lively and cheerful Karl she had met on the recruit ship, and shook her head: "I... am not sure either. Given Karl’s personality, he shouldn't hold a grudge."

"Phew~ That’s good then..." Binz immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, the three walked into the hospital and arrived at Karl’s ward. The door was open, and Zefa walked straight in without a second thought.

"Karl, how is your recovery... Huh?"

Zefa froze mid-sentence, eyes wide, pointing at Karl, unable to speak for a long time. Ain and Binz were confused until they saw Karl and Monica inside the ward, and they froze too.

Karl, wearing blue shorts, was sitting lazily in a chair by the window, a cigar in his right hand, a newspaper in his left, with his legs crossed.

Faint lipstick marks were still visible on his fair face, and Monica, Move Move Like a docile little wife, stood behind him, kneading his shoulders.

When Zefa suddenly burst in, he and Monica seemed petrified. Karl stared at Zefa, dumbfounded, not even noticing the cigar ash falling onto his leg.

Monica reacted faster, quickly pulling her hands back behind her, her expression awkward.

"Cough, cough, cough~ Ouch! Nurse Monica, why do I suddenly feel some chest tightness? Help me to the bed quickly, I need to rest for a while!"

Seeing Monica didn't react, Karl looked embarrassed, stubbed out his cigar on his own, stumbled to the bed, and covered himself with the quilt.

"Stop pretending, Karl!!! So you were doing this on purpose? You’ve been deceiving me all along to avoid training, haven't you?"

Combining Karl’s strange behavior since joining the camp, Zefa quickly cleared his thoughts. The kid was doing it on purpose! And this behavior gave him an inexplicably familiar feeling—yes, it was that bastard Huang Yuan!

The way these two guys avoided training was practically from the same mold. No wonder Karl, who possessed a physique far superior to Binz, could sustain such serious injuries! Was he really treating him Move Move Like a fool?

Zefa’s furious voice echoed in the ward; Binz and Ain trembled in fear.

Monica looked at the angry Zefa with concern, then at Karl, who didn't dare to make a sound.

She gathered her courage and said to Zefa: "Mr. Zefa, please keep your voice down. This is a hospital, not a training ground. Please do not disturb the patient’s rest!"

Karl let out a long sigh and said: "Monica, you go out first!"

Looking at Karl’s serious expression, Monica’s eyes flickered, as if she wanted to say something, but she chose to obey. She gave Karl a look of "good luck," and walked out of the ward, *tap, tap, tap*.

"Phew~"

Zefa’s chest heaved. After being lectured by Monica, he calmed down. He looked at Karl expressionlessly and said: "You’ve been living quite comfortably these few days while sick! It seems my training camp has been delaying your enjoyment."

Karl scratched his head awkwardly. Why did Zefa’s words sound so much Move Move Like Huang Yuan?

"Well, Instructor Zefa, you overestimate me. I just felt Move Move Like I was rusting from lying down, so I asked Nurse Monica to help me loosen my muscles. It’s definitely not what you think."

"Hmph!"

Zefa snorted coldly. He didn't believe a single word Karl said now.

"I don't care about that. Since you’ve recovered, please return to the training camp as soon as possible. Don't forget, you’ve missed a whole week of training!"

"For the remaining time, I will supervise you personally. I will never give you another chance to cut corners!"

Don't do that! Karl was shocked inside, his little brain spinning wildly. If Zefa really did that, he would never complete his daily and career tasks.

But he couldn't blame him. As the Navy’s Chief Instructor, Zefa valued his potential and wanted to lead him onto the right path—"hoping for his success." Was he wrong?

No! On the contrary, he was doing a great job. The countless naval elites he had produced were proof of that.

"Sigh~ Master Zefa, let me tell you the truth! Actually, I have a special training method, but I can only tell you alone."

After speaking, Karl glanced at Ain and Binz standing near the door. Zefa subconsciously thought Karl was going to spout nonsense again, but his heart softened when he saw Karl’s serious eyes.

Thinking that his chronic asthma, which had troubled him for years, could be easily cured by Karl, maybe he really did have something special?

After thinking it over, he decided to give Karl one more chance. If Karl was still spouting nonsense, he would drag him off the hospital bed and train him to death at the training ground!

"You two, get out!"

"Yes, Master Zefa!"

Ain and Binz turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

"Bang!"

Zefa closed the door, turned around, and stood with his arms crossed, staring at Karl.

"It’s Move Move Like this, Master Zefa. Ever since I obtained my Devil Fruit ability, I discovered that the power of Holy Light is far more than just healing and strengthening. It can also enhance my physique!!!"

After speaking, Karl stood up. His body emitted a faint golden halo, Move Move Like a god descending. Then, he slowly closed his eyes and began to breathe rhythmically.

Secretly, Karl immediately used an Attribute Enhancement Card to strengthen his physique. A warm current surged through his body, and his physique changed from E-rank to E+ rank.

Breakthrough?

Karl had thought he would need to use a few more cards, but he hadn't expected he was just one step away!

The golden halo gradually dissipated. Karl opened his eyes and looked at Zefa with a smile, thinking that with Zefa’s discernment, he should be able to see it... right?

The moment Karl’s physique broke through, Zefa’s expression changed. He had been immersed in martial arts for many years; he knew physique better than anyone. Just now, he clearly sensed that Karl’s physical quality had undergone a transformation.

Could it really be as Karl said, that his ability could strengthen his physique on its own? No, that wasn't right. Karl’s ability could provide strengthening effects, but it lasted at most an hour, unless...

"Karl, let me test your strength!"

Zefa gave a light shout, his well-developed muscles bulging high, as if cast from steel.

Karl’s gaze sharpened. It was Iron Body! He used Iron Body!

"Master Zefa, I’ll be making a fool of myself!" ===== CHAPTER 20 =====