Chapter 4: The Original Accumulation of Energy

  Soaking in the cool river water, Han Jin felt extremely comfortable. Although the flowing river water would take away some heat, resulting in unnecessary losses, his body was really too dirty, and today was the day he gained rebirth, washing away the old dirt had symbolic meaning.

  Stilberg didn't come down. He sat still by the river, staring at the gurgling water, lost in thought.

  "What are you thinking about?" Han Jin asked curiously, after all that had happened, he already considered Stilberg as his friend.

  "Master, the mercenary is too intimidating." Stilberg's eyes were full of admiration: "That Svent guy usually bullies people everywhere, but in front of others, he doesn't even dare to fart, tsk tsk..."

  In a moment, Stilberg added: "Young master, when can we be as majestic as him?"

  "From now on, we won't be bullied by anyone!" Han Jin said slowly.

  "Oh." Stillberg replied, but his tone was very perfunctory. Obviously, he didn't believe Han Jin's promise, and this couldn't be blamed on him. The current Han Jin was a declining noble who couldn't even solve the problem of food and clothing, so it would be impossible for anyone to believe his words.

  "You come down and wash up too." Han Jin smiled and changed the subject.

  "Alright." Stillberg stood up, pulled off his shirt and ran downstream from Han's position. He let out a strange cry as he jumped into the river, but soon struggled to climb back onto the shore.

  "What's wrong?" Han Jin asked.

  "Ow..." Stillberg gritted his teeth and said, having just been beaten up in the evening, with many bruises left on his body, which were stimulated by the river water, feeling like being pricked by needles.

  "Be patient." Han Jin said in a low voice: "We must wash cleanly, we can't muddle along like before anymore."

  "Got it, young master." Stillberg said he knew, but actually he was a bit confused. What did taking a bath and not being able to slack off like before have to do with each other?

  Han Jin had been soaking in the river water for several hours before Stilberg, who had gone down later, finished washing up. When he came ashore, Stilberg was squatting by the bonfire, intently fiddling with something.

  "What is it?" Han Jin smelled a faint fragrance and his spirit immediately lifted.

  "It's sweet potatoes, sir." Stillberg smiled. "You didn't have me go into town to get two shirts? I came back and dug up a few sweet potatoes in Old Tom's field on the way."

  Han Jin picked up the clothes brought back by Stilberg, shook them out, and put them on. He looked at the roasted cassava and swallowed his saliva involuntarily. Food was energy, and he desperately needed energy now. First, he had to transform and temper his body; this body's digestive absorption ability was too low, with an energy utilization rate of less than twenty percent. Secondly, he also needed to prepare for absorbing magic crystals in the future, which all required energy as support.

  "Master, this one's done." Stillberg used a wooden stick to pick up a piece of yam and handed it over to Han Jin.

  Han Jin didn't stand on ceremony, and with a few quick peels, he stripped off the charred outer layer and wolfed down the cassava in several bites. Then, he took it upon himself to finish off the remaining pieces of cassava.

  Stilberg smiled and said that it sounds good when you call it affection, but it's actually servility. Look at Han Jin enjoying eating more than himself.

  "Anything else?" Han Jin asked softly.

  "Master, didn't you eat enough?" Stillberg hesitated for a moment: "Then I'll go dig some more?"

  "Uh, go ahead, it's best to dig a bit more." Han Jin nodded and said that the energy contained in several pieces of sweet potato was not much, and his own digestive absorption ability was also very poor. Now he had just accumulated a little over one yuan of energy, which was not enough for anything.

  "Alright." Stillberg jumped up and ran upstream along the river.

  Stillberg said that the cassava field should not be far from here, about half an hour later, Stillberg ran back excitedly, and threw the broken clothes on the ground with a sense of accomplishment, with more than 20 pieces of cassava wrapped inside.

  Han Jin poured all the cassava into the bonfire, poked it with a branch for a while, and didn't care whether the cassava was cooked or not. He picked one out by feeling, peeled off the skin, and started eating while blowing air.

  Stilberg's smile gradually stiffened, he had never seen the young master eat like this, a piece of yam was gone in two or three bites, and then the next one, like a whirlwind sweeping away clouds, in the blink of an eye, more than twenty pieces of yam he brought back were left with only three.

  "Go dig some more." Han Jinlong let out a sigh: "Hmm... no rush, you eat these few pieces of cassava first, then rest for a bit before going again."

  "Master, you haven't eaten enough?" Stillberg exclaimed.

  "Just go if you're going, don't ask so many questions."

  "Oh..." Stillberg sighed: "But... young master, normally Old Tom knows we're poor, so he won't say anything if we dig up some sweet potatoes. But if I go again... we'll end up provoking Old Tom."

  "How did you pin it on him? Is he the only one growing cassava in the whole town?"

  "Go to someone else's field?" Stillberg's eyes widened. People are all about bullying the weak and fearing the strong. In the past, when Stillberg was starving, he would go to the outskirts of town to dig for food in other people's fields, and whenever he got caught by the farmers, he would get a good beating. Only Old Tom never laid a hand on him, so over time, Stillberg developed a habit of targeting Old Tom specifically.

  "What's wrong?" Han Jin didn't understand what was so surprising about it.

  "Alright..." Stillberg gritted his teeth and stood up. In the past, he was younger and not as fast, so he always got caught. This time should be fine.

  "You eat the cassava first and rest for a while before continuing." Han Jin said softly.

  When Stillberg came back with a whole bag of sweet potatoes again, he was exhausted. He put down the sweet potatoes and fell asleep as soon as he lay down, sleeping until dawn broke, before opening his sleepy eyes. Remembering that he had been too tired to bid goodnight to Master Han the night before, he looked around for Master Han's figure, but after taking in the scene around him, he was immediately stunned.

  Yesterday evening the sweet potatoes that were brought back are all gone, only a big pile of sweet potato skins is left, and Han Jin is soaking in the river water, with his eyes tightly closed, as if he doesn't know anything.

  "Master!" Stillberg suddenly jumped up and rushed over to Han Jin at a rapid pace.

  Upon hearing Stillberg's cry, Han Jin slowly opened his eyes, with an eerie glow flickering within them. Last night, he had absorbed some energy, all of which was used to transform his body; the foundation of this body was too poor, and the difference between before and after the transformation could be described as earth-shattering.

  Raphael's complexion was originally pale and is now pinkish white, giving a very pure feeling.

  Raphael and Stillberg both had black hair, similar in texture, but now Stillberg's hair was like a bundle of weeds, while Han Jin's hair was as smooth as silk, shining with a deep black color.

  The chest was originally that rugged "rib" has become faintly visible, the whole body like blowing air inflated a circle, at least more robust than the current Stillerberg.

  The biggest change is in his temperament, the former cowardice, weakness, and self-abandonment have all disappeared. Han Jin's mouth, eyebrows, cheeks, and even every move, all look so mature, natural, and with a kind of carefree abandon.

  Seeing Han Jin being fine, Stillberg let out a sigh of relief, but the next moment, his eyes widened again. How could Young Master become so handsome?!

  Han Jin picked up a goose egg-sized stone from the river water, placed it in his palm and weighed it, then suddenly flicked his wrist, shooting the stone out with a series of ear-piercing whistles. It hit a Chinese parasol tree on the opposite bank of the river, shattering into countless fragments that scattered outward. The tree shook violently, its leaves falling like raindrops. A shallow hole the size of a bowl appeared on the trunk where the stone had struck.

  That's good! Han Jin nodded in satisfaction. Compared to close combat, throwing could save a lot of energy, as it only required an instantaneous release. Although the remaining energy was not much, it was enough for him to throw out more than a dozen goose egg-sized stones with the same power.

  "Stilberg, didn't you say there were low-level magical beasts in the woods over there? Come on, take me for a walk." Han Jin said slowly.

  "Good heavens...... Young Master, you...... who did you learn this from?" Stillberg exclaimed in surprise and delight.

  "Isn't it strange?" Han Jin smiled: "There will be many more things that will make you wonder in the future."