Log: You open a treasure chest (white) x1 and gain +2 simulation points, enhancement stones (white) x2, boxer's diary (gray) x1, and starfire ashes (color) x1

Looking at the contents of the treasure chest, Zhao Cheng fell into deep thought again.

My fortune today seems to be more or less wrong.

With some strange thoughts in his heart, Zhao Cheng clicked on the diary.

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For as long as I can remember, I didn't know that there was such a thing as parents.

I lived with many of my companions in pigeon cages in the congregation, working in exchange for food.

Later, I learned that there are many pigeon coops in the wasteland, and this is not the kindness of some people, but the population is a precious renewable resource in the wasteland.

The pigeon cage consumes very few resources, only some of the worst and worst food, and the survival rate of the child is less than 1 in 5, but for some people, even a tenth of the life is earned.

The wasteland lacks people, but there is never a shortage of abandoned children.

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Food, which is scarce, is not allowed to fight, but as long as it is not seen, there is no punishment.

I don't remember the exact time, but for the first time, I bit the throat of a child who snatched my food.

Later, similar things happened many times, but only the first time, I remember the most, even if decades have passed, I still remember the fearful eyes of other children.

There is no essential difference between a human being and a wild beast.

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When I was older, I became the lowest slave in the settlement, doing the most work, getting the least food and water.

Many slaves envy the commoners in the gathering place, and I am one of them.

At one point, I was very puzzled as to why they were civilians and we were slaves.

Some people say that because we were raised by the gathering place, we must give back to the gathering place.

At one point, I believed it.

Until one day, a mob came to the gathering place.

They killed people and set fires, and the previously high-ranking managers could only tremble like quails.

At that moment, I understood.

The real reason is power!

No one explained the so-called truth to me, but I understood that this is a world where power determines everything.

The strong can dominate the weak at will.

On that day, the fire in the gathering place was very large, and the fire in my eyes was also very large.

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The thugs didn't kill too many people, because if they finished killing, they wouldn't be able to continue to rob them in the future.

When the thugs came a second time, I took advantage of the chaos, grabbed some food and water, and ran out into the wilderness.

For I realized that if I continued to stay in the gathering place, even if I could, even if I could or for another hundred years, I would still be only the lowest slave.

Even if the managers promised, we only need to work for 30 years to become civilians.

But I know it's just a beautiful lie, slaves, few of whom live past thirty years.

And, here, I will never be able to master power!

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I thought I was going to die, but I survived.

In another gathering place far away, I was no longer a slave, but began with a new identity.

It was here that I learned about something called boxing and became fascinated by it.

It's just that boxing is only something that a very small number of strong people are qualified to master after all.

But by chance, I found a way to steal from school.

That is, to dispose of the corpse.

The strong people in the gathering place always force the slaves to go to sparring, that is, to be beaten, so as to brush up their strength.

For boxing, it doesn't make sense to just look at the movements.

But I was honing my boxing skills through my movements and the marks on my corpse.

It's slow, it's hard, it takes a lot of trying, and it doesn't even have to be right in the end, but it's my only chance to change my fate.

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I became weak for a while, and my already weak strength was even weaker, and in the most dangerous times, I seemed to hear the whispers of death.

But I finally got through the most difficult years, and gradually, I became stronger according to the punches I had mastered.

At the same time, when I was extremely close to death, I seemed to understand the secret of boxing, yes.

There are many subtle points in the human body, and the mystery of boxing is in it!

It's just that as my body is stronger, those points become unfelt.

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It seems that after a few years, my body is also extremely strong, compared to the earliest days.

At the same time, the punches I learned and found out could not continue to strengthen my body.

So, I decided to change places, and I wanted to learn a new boxing technique.

I traveled a lot, I almost died many times, but I was still alive in the end.

It seems that the sky in the dark has been watching over me all the time.

Perhaps, in this world, there is indeed a person who is destined to become a strong person, and that person is me, and the sky will not let me die easily.

How many times have I told myself this in desperate situations.

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Facts have proved that there is a limit to stealing from school.

For the sake of a stronger path, I joined a mob group in the wilderness and became a cannon fodder.

Some thugs have mastered the mysteries of boxing.

But they will never take those out easily, in the wilderness, boxing, is priceless things, because they mean power.

However, any larger thug group will provide some boxing cheats, which can be obtained as long as they make meritorious contributions.

This is also the key to attracting cannon fodder for the thug group, some of them are very low-level boxing knowledge.

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Just like the gathering place in the wilderness, the thugs in the wilderness are also precarious.

Many times, I almost thought I was going to die, but in the end I survived.

And the thug group I first joined also went through several annexations and was annexed, and finally became cannon fodder for the famous Demon King Army.

It was here that I met the man who had the greatest influence on my life, the Celestial Warrior!

When they first met, he was wearing black armor, riding a domineering motorcycle, and his huge body was as majestic as a mountain.

The locomotive rushed down from the cliff of the hill and cut a gorgeous arc through the air, and at that moment, I was shocked like never before, and it seemed that I understood what the strength I was looking for, the boxing technique I was pursuing, was for.

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The Demon King Army is far more generous than other places, and many of the incomparably powerful punches in my opinion can be obtained through merit here.

So I went crazy!

I kill people with red eyes, even if I am going to die, I will kill the person in front of me, even if my arms and legs can't move, I will bite the other party to death with my teeth.

Time seems to go back to when I first broke the throats of other children with my teeth, and everything seemed different, but it didn't seem to be any different.

Gradually, Mad Dog became my name.

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