My Survival System In An Apocalyptic World

World Class Punching Bag!

Augh~

Not wanting to focus on the punching bag matter, Gray forced himself to roll over so he could rest on his back. 

The floor was too hard on his already badly injured belly. 

"Just to be clear, I can add those points to any attribute? Even my Spirit Score?" (>o<)

[Correct, host. The points are also yours to moderate as you'd like… However, bear in mind that improving one's Spirit Score requires an input of greater points to make significant changes.]

Gray nodded, listening to the system carefully, and tried moving his attribute points to understand better. 

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>Strength: 3.4 

> Agility: 6

> Physique: 4 

> Spirit Score: 1.5 

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This was what his current attributes looked like. 

What was this?

Playing around a little, Gray was taken aback by the sudden discovery. 

He subtracted 3 points from the first 3 attributes and added them to his Spirit Score. 

But what he found out was that it only moved by 0.1. 

Meaning 9 points were necessary to move it from 1.4 to 1.5. 

Hold on, the system had said the higher one tries to grow their Spirit Score, the more points would be needed. 

Maybe if he wanted to move from 1.5 to 1.6, he would need 15 points and not 9. 

Gray rubbed his chin, becoming more aware he couldn't rely on his current attributes to post his Spirit Score. 

The system said every time he raises any of his skills, he will get additional attribute points as rewards

 The Palm Water Fist technique was a skill he learned in school, although it wasn't powerful in his hands due to his weak attributes. 

But now, he looked forward to leveling it up and signing attribute points before the final tests. 

As for the punching bag skill, although he hated to admit it, he felt he should get the most attribute points from activating this skill than the Palm Water Fist skill. 

Thinking like that, a bright but insanely crazy idea lit up in his mind.

"Should I go look for people to beat me up now? If so, who do I look for?"

(~?~?)

The badly beaten up Gray who managed to crawl back into his sweet haven, was now thinking of heading back to the same place he managed to flee from. 

Well, he has finally lost it! Was what others would think if they knew his thoughts, wondering why this young man was suddenly addicted to receiving beatings despite his current condition.

A pervert? 

.

Grabbing a nearby chair, Gray pulled himself up, headed to the bathroom, splashed water on his face, went to his kitchen and grabbed an apple before leaving like a hunchback old man. 

Aiyoo~

His body was in pain. But so what?

By the end of the day, he will be smiling until his eyes can't be seen anymore. 

Reaching the alleyway the school bully and his friends usually hang out in, Gray had one hand on his hunched waist and another on his chest, sighing from relief that the bullies were still here.

Phew~

"I thought I missed you all."

[Bullies.]:...

Are you sure you're okay in the head?

Many questioned, not understanding why this guy was back. 

His face was swollen like a pig, his eyes were purple, his lips heavy and butchered pink, and his jaw looked dislocated… So why are you back? 

Well, the fool looked like an old man hunched over.

Well, time to get down to business. 

Gray smiled, forcing himself to straighten his waist before opening his mouth and sucking the air exaggeratingly… And then, his mouth began to sing.

"I'm sure you all are wondering why this handsome guy chose to return. Don't worry, I'll make it quick."

Handsome guy? Don't you have a mirror in your house?

"_"

Gray wasn't faced by their incredulous looks.

"I just wanted to say that everyone here is trash! You beat me up and I can still walk around. Aren't you supposed to be the big bullies? Then can you explain why I'm still on my feet, strong and good?"

The more Gray spoke, the deadlier the air became. 

Screw it! 

If they had even an ounce of pity for this guy, his mouth alone made it all fly out the window. 

"Heh." Gray dragged his breath arrogantly. "If you ask me, you are all weaklings! Trash! Scum! The kind of vomit animals won't eat after it leaves a person's mouth. Trash! Garbage! Rubbish! Trash!... TRASH!"

Boom!

A dangerous explosion went off in the minds of these bullies. 

He has done it now. The bastard has awakened the sleeping lion.

"What did you just say now?" 

The voices of the bullies grow 5 times deeper and colder too.

"Trash? You dare to say it again in our faces?"

"Screw this son of a bitch! Why are we still talking here? Why don't we just waste this fool and meant some sense into his memory?"

Who gave this bastard the guys to insult them on their own turf? Unbelievable!

One of them smashed his fists together, jumping high and appearing before Gray with a menacing glow. 

"The Don, just say the word and I'll make him never walk again."

The Don was what they called their leader, Adler Gannon who hailed from the prestigious Gannon family. 

The Gannon family was one of the Big 5 families in the stronghold. 

Strongholds now were bigger in land mass than what cities in the past used to be. 

The current Stronghold Gray was in, was called "27".

In it, 5 major districts played different parts in keeping the stronghold safe and operational. 

These 5 major districts were controlled and maintained by the 5 elite families. 

When the 5 families speak no one dares to cough.

The 5 families were crazy wealthy and were able to provide their children with spirit-enhancing elixirs and genetic formulas that remove impurities in the children, causing their training speed and potential to skyrocket. 

In school, although Adler was a bully, his family connections were supreme and his scores on tests were also among the top 5 in his division.

Such a person was destined never to be ordinary. 

Who would dare offend him knowing he could one day squash them like a bug? 

Adler's face turned distorted, seeing how bold Gray had become. 

Nonetheless, touching Gray with his own hands would be an insult to him. 

Gray Ravenleaf, the famous Trash of the school, was beneath his status. 

"General!"

"Yes, The Don." The burly tall boy before Gray answered, with a cruel smile on his lips, his hands still smashing against each other intimately. "What is your command?"

"Yes, yes, mighty Don. What do you command, oh mighty one?" Gray taunted, but Adler didn't give him the time of day. 

"Waste the son of bitch."

Heh-heh-heh-heh.

"With pleasure."

~Boom!

Gray swore he felt the air vibrate before the punch landed on his face. 

Such a punch should make any ordinary human's face twist and distort in fear. Yet for Gray, it was simply heavenly, as he took on the punch with a slight smile plastered on his lips. 

Success! (^0^)

~Ding!

[ +6 Points.]

"What? 6 attribute points just like that? So easy?"Gray inwardly asked, forgetting the harsh pain he was currently feeling. 

[ +6...]

Wow! 

This guy is really strong. I almost broke a rib there. Gray commented, assessing the General's beating ability. 

Good one! That punch was really solid back there. 

[ +5...]

[ +2...]

[ +1...]

Eh?

Why was it decreasing? Could it be that my body is now used to this guy's attack force so it is nearing saturation? 

No! 

He had to find a way to stimulate this guy for maximum beating force. 

"When I say you're trash, you don't believe it. Do you call this punching? My grandmother can beat better than you (if I had one.)"

"F*** your grandma! Are you calling me weak?"

[ +1 Point.]

[ +1...]

[ +0...]

[ +0...]

Gray looked bored under the beatings he received. 

What the hell? He thought this guy was a strong man. 

~Tch!

Gray glared at the General, obviously annoyed. 

Trash!

It's only been 17 minutes and the boy has gone to zero so soon?

[He oblivious General]:... (: YmY:)... you can bully a man but you must not insult him! What is the big idea, calling him trash?