It's obviously a life skill, but you developed it into a magical skill

"Here comes my golden finger."

Zhou An put down the kitchen knife, washed his hands, and rubbed his eyes calmly.

[Sword Skill lv.1: 1/10000]

He was convinced that this was not an illusion and that the scene before him was real.

Just this thing, why does it have an inexplicable sense of sight?

Zhou An thought for a while, then picked up the kitchen knife again and used the blade to cut across the pork.

[Sword Skill +1]

[Sword Skill lv.1: 2/10000]

"Snapped!"

The kitchen knife was thrown aside by him.

Zhou An was sure that this was a small game he made in his previous life, called the Life System.

As the name suggests, it is used to improve the liver's ability to live.

In a previous life, there was an independent game producer who made a game similar to Live Skills and sold it well online.

Zhou An followed the trend and made a lot of money.

As for why it is determined to be a small game he made in his previous life, it comes from the words "lv.1" at the end.

He couldn't copy it, so he added some levels at the end.

Others' lv1 is placed in the front, while his lv1 is placed in the back.

And, he added a few more things.

Every time he transforms, he will gain a special ability. As for what the ability is, even he, the producer, doesn't know.

Because he set up a lot of fancy abilities and then gave them randomly.

With each level increase, the upper limit of proficiency will also increase.

Zhou An is now convinced that his golden finger comes from himself.

"If I had known this was the case, I would have set up a game where I would be invincible from the beginning."

Who could have imagined time travel? Who would have thought that a game that brings its own past life after time travel?

Zhou An's liver ached a little when he saw the proficiency behind him.

The original intention of the design of this game is to allow players to gain pleasure from the process of playing.

But when it was his turn, Zhou An could only describe it in one sentence.

Every cause must have its effect, and I will be your retribution.

"Gan, it's a golden finger after all."

Thinking of the world full of dangers and weirdness, Zhou An felt that the abilities gained by this golden finger every time he leveled up would make him live a very comfortable life.

But the premise is to get liver.

Zhou An silently picked up the kitchen knife on the table and took a deep breath.

"In my previous life, I claimed to have someone living in my liver."

"Duo!"

The kitchen knife fell on the chopping board. Zhou An put the meat away, lifted the kitchen knife again, and cut it carefully.

[Sword Skill +1]

A line of text floated in front of my eyes.

Zhou An felt that this time he really had to imitate Lu Tiha and cut into pieces carefully.

There is no one around late at night, and the moon and stars are sparse.

In the remote alley, the sound of fighting could be heard.

…

The next day.

The fiery red sun rises from the east, and a touch of heat appears on the deserted streets.

The hustle and bustle of the downtown area comes one after another.

Zhou An put down the kitchen knife, sat on the chair, and raised his head.

His arms were extremely sore and numb, and he had been cutting things all night long.

On the chopping board, he cut the vegetables, meat, and rice into fine pulp, and even the chopping board was cut into half.

The kitchen knife was curled and thrown aside casually.

In front of my eyes, new words appeared.

[Sword Skill (Speed ​​+1) lv.2: 1/20000]

Throughout the night, he didn't know how many times he chopped.

At the beginning, each sword can add a little proficiency, but as you go later, the proficiency increases more slowly.

This was something he had tricked himself into. In order to prevent some liver emperor players who worked around the clock from graduating early, he had adopted this setting.

"What on earth did I design?"

Life is not easy, Zhou An sighed.

There was an inexplicable flow of air inside his body.

This air flow reverberated around the body, making the sore and numb right arm feel a little more comfortable.

"It's almost o'clock."

Zhou An waited until his right arm felt a little better before standing up.

Dot Mao is similar to clocking in at work.

I didn't sleep last night, didn't even eat, and there was a growling sound in my stomach.

Now that there was no time to cook, Zhou An could only get dressed and go out, and go to the breakfast stall to eat something casually.

Before going out, he subconsciously picked up the kitchen knife on the table and waved it casually.

In mid-air, an afterimage passed by. When the kitchen knife fell back on the chopping board, he didn't even see clearly how it was swung out.

When the sword skill reaches lv.2, the extra speed is +1. This is only for the sword skill, and there is no such bonus in other aspects.

"Just plus one, I have such speed. If I keep going, I will be successful."

With the golden finger in hand, Zhou An was in a happy mood. After breakfast, Zhou An came to the Yamen to order his hair.

It's not his turn to be the policeman on patrol today.

After midnight, it was the same as before. When he returned to the house, Zhou An found a place to sit down, poured a cup of tea, and drank it carefully.

It was a very ordinary life. If there were no weirdness, Zhou An felt that this life was much better than his previous life.

After all, the end of the universe is organization.

Although the police force is the lowest level, they still work for the public.

Two words - comfortable.

Finish the cup of tea.

Colleagues came to the room one after another, and everyone chatted and drank tea.

Yu Hang was the last to arrive. After entering, he sat down next to Zhou An and sighed.

"Zui Chun Lou in Anding County doesn't know much. I'll teach you a little bit, and so on..."

Zhou An was chatting with the policeman next to him, talking about topics that men understand.

After hearing Yu Hang's sigh, Zhou An took a strange look.

"I went late yesterday and got scolded by my private school teacher?"

Even though Yu Hang hired him with his own money, these days, since Emperor Xingwu reformed the imperial examination, the literary style has become popular, and the private school gentlemen have also followed the trend. They arrive late and are inevitably scolded.

Yu Hang shook his head: "It's not that I was scolded, it's just that my husband told me to go early in the future. If I go late, I won't teach."

Zhou An was even more confused: "In the past, as long as it was not late at night, didn't we always have to teach?"

In the past, even if I went over after dinner, the private school teacher would teach me, but things don't seem to be right today.

Yu Hang sighed again: "A while ago, there were always strange things happening in the street where my husband lived on at night. He was worried that I would go back too late."

"What's weird?" Zhou An asked.

"It was said that when someone was passing by, he met a gray mouse. The mouse looked like a person. It actually clasped its hands and bowed to the person. After returning home, it became ill." Yu Hang said in a low tone.

In their line of work, to put it bluntly, you can catch fish, but you can't miss it.

When fishing, turn a blind eye, but if you really don't get it, then there's no point in playing.

"I can only go without dinner." Yu Hang wailed.

Zhou An patted Yu Hang's shoulder to express comfort.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps.

Master Zhang, who was over fifty years old, had a long beard and was thin, walked in.

"Everyone, please take care of your business and get out of work."