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Chapter 251 - 251 168 Returning to Reality (4100)_1

Chapter 251: 168 Returning to Reality (4100)_1 Chapter 251: 168 Returning to Reality (4100)_1 The sky was black, the color of rain.

Cold, painful, fearful.

Casio’s mind was now like a puddle of mush, stirred up by a stick from nowhere. He could no longer see the changes in his surroundings, his tears and blood mixed together, as if a piece of glass full of bloody veins.

The sound of the wind and rain were isolated behind this pane of glass.

In the space unseen by Casio, time was retreating from all directions like tide. Everything around him was frozen in that moment, the solemn expression on Ian’s old face, the sea-like mist in the high sky, and the splattering water sprouting from the cracks in the ground.

And as a backdrop, the smoky large ruins.

From a distance, it looked like a most lifelike exquisite painting. People of that era doing something.

But in the next second, all the colors and contours began to blur and deform. As if a heavy rain was washing down, destroying the content on the canvas clean. In the end, only a blob of combined colors remained, dappled into the paper.

In a daze, Casio sank into the deep sea.

“Oh, we a bunch of poor bastards…”

“Perhaps, dressed in rags, looking laughable…”

“But we walk side by side, humming a tune.”

“Shoulder to shoulder!”

“What will happen tomorrow? Truly, completely unknown…”

“Perhaps there are many troubles, perhaps there is a great deal of sadness…”

The distant jazz music with a light rhythm floated in mid-air, as if even breathing had slowed down. A black vinyl record with a texture of shellac was quietly spinning on the rectangular counter. The twelve-inch black record had stereo sound.

It can perfectly express the music melody.

It was as if sitting by a burning fireplace, accompanied by the crackling sounds of firewood, with flecks of night snow fluttering outside the window. And you are lying on a comfortable sofa, watching the images rolling in the black and white TV while your fingertips disseminate hazy threads of smoke.

In your arms also lies a soft, white cat.

It’s very quiet, very easy, too easy.

“Hoo!”

Casio, lying in the recliner, suddenly opens his eyes.

Suddenly, the brilliant and warm noontime sun nearly blinded him on the spot. Casio quickly closed his eyes, like a sun-hating vampire, covering his face with both hands.

Almost half a day later he regained his senses, stood up dazedly.

The sky of Black Rain Villa was too gloomy, the Black Rain of the rainy world had never stopped since it appeared. Suddenly back to the real world, Casio felt very uncomfortable.

He placed his hands on the railing of the balcony, looking up at the distant sky, looking around. The pure blue sky was mixed with white clouds, like tufts of soft cotton candy. The wall around the residence was white, the leaves of more than ten ornamental trees were green and shiny.

A breeze blew in, bringing a warm feeling.

Casio, a little awkwardly, tugged at the corners of his mouth, wanting to release stress with a smile, but he couldn’t laugh at all.

Perhaps staying in the dark environment of Black Rain Villa for too long, soaked by the rain, the whole person has also become gloomy.

Wanting to regain his past cheerful and talkative self, it would probably take quite some time to slowly adapt. After all, this time in the Era of Retrospection, he had stayed for many years.

For the real world, it’s just a blink of an eye, but for Casio, this time really happened to him, and a few more markings were added to the rings of his life.

These markings are not age, not years.

But experiences.

When a person has completely gone through an experience, he will become different from before. Changes have already happened during the process.

“Crack crack crack…”

Suddenly a series of clicking noises within the body brought Casio back to his senses. A torrent of hot flow wrapped around every corner of his body from all directions. That feeling was as if the whole person was immersed in spring water. Warm spring water slightly brushed over his muscles and skeleton. It didn’t bring any pain, just waves of comfort.

Casio blinked. He realized that the effects of the Retrospective Ability were coming. His physique in the real world was about to be enhanced.

The body was slightly sweating, slowly soaking the clothes on the body surface wet. A wisp of faint white steam traveled through the gaps in the sleeves.

After the steam dissipated, Casio didn’t swell up like he did the previous times. On the contrary, he became a bit smaller, although the skeleton has remained the same, his hearty muscles had shrunk. At this moment, Casio’s figure tends to be streamlined, his arms and thighs are still robust and strong.

Pinching his fist slightly, the familiar feeling arose spontaneously. The third blood acceleration, the physical body of a grandmaster pugilist. Between the eyebrows, the belly button, the heart, three nodes were in blood circulation.

Every moment, the body seemed to have a faint strengthening.

Casio became thinner, but stronger!

He weighed even more than before, and the density of his muscles and bones had automatically completed the compression. Each inch of muscle and meridian formed by Casio will be stronger than his previous self.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously glanced at the upper right corner.

“Wind Elephant Fist: Elephant Herd 76.6% (3 parts total)”

“Soul Secret Art: Insect bite 78.3% (3 parts total)”

If Casio hadn’t remembered wrong, when he left the Era of Retrospection, the level of Soul Secret Art was the second part of the Insect Bite at 72.8%. Now, it has increased by about 5.5% in one go.

The later stages of secret martial art cultivation are more difficult. Every one percent in the later stages may be equivalent to ten percent of the progress in the early stages.