“8 AM tomorrow, don't be late!”
Qi Hao showed his white teeth, gave a thumbs-up, and watched Fang Qingyu get on the bus.
“See you tomorrow.”
Fang Qingyu waved his hand. After getting on the bus, he habitually looked around at the people inside, found a seat, and leaned against the window to rest.
He only found out today...
That titles could also be red.
He silently recited a phrase in his mind.
“Occupational Lineage Chart.”
A low murmur sounded in his ears, masking the noisy bus.
“All phenomena collapse within their destined orbits; only the Pattern Seeker can reshape the star chain.”
“When you dissect the occupational cocoons of all beings, all futures become editable characters.”
“The Occupational Lineage Chart is activating...”
Then, a misty iris suddenly covered his retina, and countless luminous white dots began to precipitate from the void. The light flow collapsed into a bronze book three inches from the tip of his nose.
He opened the cover and came to the sequence page.
Lines of luminous text appeared on the paper.
“Occupational Lineage Chart”
“Name: Fang Qingyu”
“Age: 18”
“Occupation: Security Guard, Fitness Enthusiast”
“Strength: 7.7”
“Speed: 8.1”
“Physique: 7.8”
“Willpower: 10.7”
“Skill Points: 0”
“Attribute Points: 0”
This book was actually Fang Qingyu's cheat finger that came with his transmigration.
However... it only appeared a few days ago, which was also the root cause of his headaches and extremely poor memory before.
Its usage was very simple, if described in one sentence.
It was to master a hundred arts to refine one path.
However, currently only two occupations have been unlocked, and there is still a long way to go.
The bus drove for half an hour under the evening glow obscured by dark clouds.
Until it drove into the night.
The broadcast sounded.
“Huai'en Road has arrived. Passengers getting off at this stop please...”
Fang Qingyu gathered his belongings and got off the bus.
He walked towards the Night Charm Bar not far away.
With only a high school diploma, it was generally hard to find a good job.
Fortunately, relying on his relatively handsome face and 1.8-meter height, he found a relatively stable night shift security guard job.
Although sometimes it was a bit busy and he also needed to act as a waiter.
But a job with an hourly wage of 60 could bring in 420 a day.
He definitely belonged to the high-income group for his age.
Entering through the back door, deafening music immediately filled his ears.
“Qing Zi is here!!!”
“Today you're in charge of Area B2, just go straight to your post. There are more people today!!!”
Someone seemed to have been waiting nearby. As soon as Fang Qingyu walked in, he was immediately embraced by the shoulder and shouted at in his ear.
“Okay!!!”
Fang Qingyu responded, took the radio handed to him, put it on skillfully, and then walked to Area B2 with practiced ease.
With his hands behind his back, his eyes habitually scanned the crowd dancing wildly under the lights.
Unlike before.
Now, every day he worked as a security guard, Fang Qingyu's motivation was directly maximized.
The reason, of course, was the book minimized and placed in the upper left corner of his vision.
The Lineage Chart was now open to the sequence page.
What was recorded on it was Fang Qingyu's only two current occupational panels.
“Occupation: Security Guard Lv.1 (21/100)”
“Occupational Basic Skill: Vigilance Lv.1 (55/100)”
Below, lines of text kept appearing, like bullet comments, constantly refreshing.
“Your Occupational Basic Skill 'Vigilance' experience +1”
“Your Occupation 'Security Guard' experience +1”
In one night, skill experience could increase by ten points, and occupation experience could increase by four or five points.
Time passed bit by bit.
Soon it was 12 AM.
This was the most frantic time in the nightclub, when alcohol had just kicked in, fully revealing people's inner desires.
Fang Qingyu was routinely maintaining the distance between the crowd and the DJ.
The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up, and the skill icon of “Vigilance Lv.1” on his retina began to flash at a high frequency.
He could faintly hear the sound of breaking glass piercing through the drum beats.
He suddenly turned his head to look at the southeast corner booth.
Although his vision was blocked by the crowd, he could perceive the conflict in that direction.
“B2 area needs support.”
Fang Qingyu pressed the radio earpiece and roared, his leg muscles instantly tensing.
The dance floor crowd parted like the Red Sea divided by Moses, and the black shirt transformed into a fleeting shadow, sweeping past the twisting limbs.
Passing through the crowd, the man in the suit at the third booth in front of him was splashing whiskey on his companion. Amber liquid was on the black marble table.
“You dare touch my woman?”
Veins bulged on his neck, clearly about to lose his temper.
The man with the tattooed arm, who had been splashed with alcohol, wiped his face and was about to speak.
Fang Qingyu glanced at the titles of the two men, found that they were both ordinary people, and promptly came between them, holding a rubber baton.
“Gentlemen, I apologize, but fighting is prohibited in the bar.”
While speaking, his gaze also paid attention to the movements of the two men.
Work is work.
There's no need to risk one's life.
But the two men seemed to completely ignore Fang Qingyu's presence.
The man with the tattooed arm grinned, stood up directly, picked up a nearby wine bottle, pushed Fang Qingyu aside with one hand, and was about to smash it towards the man in the suit.
He was a man of few words but fierce actions.
“Little Hua, you're quite bold lately, daring to cause trouble in my place?”
The music had stopped at some point.
In the dim light, another group of people walked in, dressed like Fang Qingyu: black shirts, dress pants, with walkie-talkies clipped to their waists.
“Brother Qiao... Brother Qiao...”
Under the gaze of so many surrounding customers, the man with the tattooed arm seemed to sober up. As soon as he saw the person leading the group, he immediately put down the wine bottle.
As for the man in the suit, he quietly retreated, already almost blending into the crowd of onlookers.
“Clap...”
However, Fang Qingyu suddenly gripped his wrist, a slight smile on his face.
The situation was very clear now.
Brother Qiao, the security chief, was clearly someone these two troublemakers couldn't afford to offend.
“Don't stop the music, keep the party going!!”
“All drinks today are 10% off!!”
Brother Qiao saw Fang Qingyu catching the man in the suit in the distance, didn't hesitate, turned around, took a microphone, and shouted loudly with his head tilted back.
The DJ on the high platform immediately pressed a button.
The music and lights began to synchronize again.
Two minutes later.
The man with the tattooed arm and the man in the suit were taken away by other security guards.
Brother Qiao, meanwhile, pulled Fang Qingyu to sit in an empty booth number 3.
“Do you know why our bar has been open for 8 years and is still packed every night?”
“Safety...?”
Recalling the fear of the two men just now, Fang Qingyu pondered for a moment and it seemed this was the only answer.
“Exactly.”
“It's because it's damn safe!”
“This time you were able to discover it in time and prevented the two from fighting, maintaining our bar's reputation. This money is a bonus, and you can leave early today.”
Brother Qiao took a deep drag from his cigarette, pulled out a wad of cash from someone's wallet nearby, and handed it over without even looking at the amount.
“Thank you, Brother Qiao.”
Fang Qingyu did not refuse.
Since he mentioned the reputation, as the one who contributed this time, only by accepting the reward would other security guards be more dedicated to maintaining the bar's order.
And it was indeed thanks to Fang Qingyu's timely shouting.
Otherwise, the two would definitely have started fighting.
After handing over the radio.
Fang Qingyu said goodbye to his colleague guarding the back door and exited the bar through the back door.
The gentle night breeze brushed past, calming his mood slightly.
It wasn't fear.
It was excitement.
After unlocking the Security Guard occupation.
The Vigilance skill, which he originally thought was just a normal person's level of Vigilance.
He didn't expect it to be used in such a way.
It was similar to a passive skill.
Normally, he didn't feel anything.
But once there was a conflict nearby, he would immediately become alert.
Even in daily life, this was a very practical skill.
And today, he also had an unexpected gain.
Fang Qingyu stood by the roadside. There weren't many people by the back door, so he took out all the money Brother Qiao had given him and counted it.
2300.
He happened to have no money after paying his tuition today.
This money was a timely rescue.
So Fang Qingyu grandly scanned a shared yellow bike and rode home.
Riding in the night breeze.
He opened the Occupational Lineage Chart.
“Your Occupation 'Security Guard' experience +11”
“Your Occupational Basic Skill 'Vigilance' experience +43”
The bicycle suddenly braked.
“It increased by so much?”
Fang Qingyu frowned slightly and muttered to himself.
It seemed there were other ways to gain occupational experience.
He arrived home.
The time was 1 AM.
However, Fang Qingyu wasn't sleepy at all.
He usually got off work at 3 AM, got home around 4 AM, and by the time he showered and went to bed, it would be early morning.
Recalling the middle-aged man he saw at the martial arts hall today.
Fang Qingyu opened his phone and searched for fitness videos.
He started following along with bodyweight training.
To practice martial arts, physique was definitely a very important factor.
He would exercise for an hour before sleeping.
Laying a foundation doesn't differentiate between early or late.
Only what is now.
The Occupational Lineage Chart automatically flipped to the back of the first page.
“Your Occupation 'Fitness Enthusiast' experience +1”
“Your Occupational Basic Skill 'Push-ups' experience +2”
“Your Occupational Basic Skill 'Pull-ups' experience +2”
“Your Occupational Basic Skill 'Squat' experience +2”
