Your skills are excellent, and now I have them too.

Chapter 15: Support Skills, the More the Better

Unable to contain his curiosity, Lu Zhao sneaked around to the vicinity of the other party's mechanical equipment area and carefully observed the special effects performed above the heads of those people for a while.

[Absolute Focus lv2]

[Thermal Imaging Vision lv1]

[Perception Ranging lv2]

.....

I understand!

These people's abilities are all geared towards support roles. Compared to fighting on the front lines, the fields of equipment research and development and precision manufacturing are obviously more suitable for them, so they became engineers.

The reason they are all green or even white, which are considered inferior colors, is because the system judges colors based on the combat power that special skills can provide.

Zhou Changsheng, Shen Xianke, and even Gu Jianing's Dog Breathing are all special skills used directly to kill enemies, and they are quite effective, so their colors are at least blue.

The engineers and mechanics in front of us can provide some combat power with their special skills, but they are not as good as purely lethal skills, so they are judged by the system to be of relatively poor quality.

Lu Zhao couldn't help but think of the officer who had just taken Chen Qinhu away.

"His 'Heavy Strike' special ability is also green...it doesn't seem very practical."

"However, theoretically speaking, it's enough to have enough offensive special abilities, but it seems like the more support abilities the better."

Quick thinking isn't just for solving problems; it can also enhance your judgment of the situation during battles.

The key point is that it doesn't conflict with lethal special effects.

If Lu Zhao is equipped with both the green special skill "Heavy Strike" and the purple special skill "Clear and Fierce Sword," he will definitely use the higher-level skill first when he attacks.

It's like playing a gacha game; if you pull a powerful character, the weaker characters of the same role will be relegated to storage.

But auxiliary skills are different; you can say the more the better.

Who wouldn't want to go out and chop people up with absolute focus, lightning-fast thinking, thermal imaging vision, and distance measurement perception?

"Furthermore, these auxiliary abilities will also be useful for my future martial arts training, right? If I could copy a lot of them, wouldn't that be equivalent to increasing my comprehension?"

Other martial arts practitioners cannot use this approach because special skills are comprehended through understanding. It is impossible for a normal person to comprehend both offensive and defensive special skills.

Unless you have schizophrenia.

Lu Zhao, on the other hand, simply copied it.

"If only I could find a way to sneak in."

The routine of lying on the ground pretending to be sick and vomiting blood cannot be repeated, and as a new recruit who has not yet officially enlisted, he cannot just wander around the construction area.

"He'd be killed as a traitor to a foreign tribe!"

Lu Zhao could hardly forget the fate of the bespectacled man on the way here, "So we need a legitimate reason to go in."

However, for now, he has no choice but to leave.

Back in the square outside, Huang Chan was still waiting in the same spot, with a tall figure beside her, naturally Chen Qinhu.

"Lu Zhao, are you alright?"

When the two saw him, they rushed over eagerly.

"Huang Chan said you were helping someone carry things and you were so exhausted you vomited blood. What happened?"

Could it be from exhaustion causing him to vomit blood...?

Lu Zhao was speechless: "It's a misunderstanding, I'm fine."

Huang Chan still didn't believe it: "How is that possible? You were vomiting blood the whole way."

"That's because I accidentally bit my tongue."

Why do I bite my tongue when I'm carrying things?

"Because those bags were heavy, I had to use my core strength and engage all my muscle groups to lift them. The tongue is essentially a highly specialized muscular organ, so it's reasonable that I accidentally bit it, right?"

"Oh, that's true..."

That's really something! It doesn't make any sense!

Huang Chan didn't know what to say.

Chen Qinhu didn't ask any more questions. Although he didn't know why, he felt that Lu Zhao had been very resourceful lately. It was probably due to the pressure of conscription that his alternate personality had awakened. In any case, he just trusted him and that was it. After all, he had even managed to get rid of Zhou Changsheng.

"Let's go, let's go back first."

The three of them walked together toward the light rail station at the entrance to the military zone.

"By the way, Tiger, what were you taken there for?"

Chen Qinhu had already explained it to Huang Chan once, but when he brought it up again, he still couldn't suppress his excitement: "I saw a lot of superiors, and it seems there was also a Left Vice Minister."

The Left Grand Master is the 10th level of the 20-level military merit rank, which is one level higher than the Five Grand Masters and has reached the level of a Minister. For ordinary people, they may never be able to meet such a high-ranking person face to face in their entire lives.

"What did they say?"

"He didn't say anything, just touched me, then laughed and said there was a cultivation technique suitable for me called the Chongxuan Method, and told me to go to the military station to learn it when I had time, so that I would definitely be able to master special skills and become an officer in the future."

Chen Qinhu came from a poor family. His family's hope that becoming an officer would allow him to rise above his social class had overwhelmed his fear of going to the battlefield.

Lu Zhao wasn't jealous at all; he was just happy for his friend: "They must have already registered you specially. Maybe you'll even have someone to teach you one-on-one after you board the ship."

Chen Qinhu said, "Don't worry, if there's anything good, I definitely won't forget you."

His gaze inadvertently fell on Huang Chan: "Uh, you guys, we won't forget you."

However, Huang Chan looked completely bewildered: "What are cultivation techniques? What is this Chongxuan Technique? I don't know anything about the special skills you mentioned before. You guys know so much."

The two exchanged a glance and then remembered that Huang Chan came from an ordinary family like them, unlike Zhang Zilian who had connections, and she had not received any training from Zhou Changsheng.

So they started explaining, one after the other.

Although they couldn't take the person to Zhou Changsheng on their own initiative, as classmates, it wouldn't be a problem for them to explain basic concepts to her.

The three of them chatted as they boarded the light rail.

.....

The engineer, carrying large bags and small packages, returned to the hospital and found the bearded military doctor. As soon as he stepped into the examination room, he asked, "How's that young man from earlier?"

The military doctor's first reaction was not to answer, but to stand up and salute.

"Long live the Emperor!"

The standard salute procedure for the Qin warriors was to stand with their feet on the ground, back straight, and right index finger level with their eyebrows, while chanting "Long live the Emperor!"

However, people generally only need to perform the hand gestures; other requirements do not need to be strictly followed unless it is an extremely formal occasion.

Unless a subordinate is meeting a superior whose status is vastly different from their own.

After saluting, the bearded man quickly replied, "Sir, that recruit is in good health, he just bit his tongue. I checked his conscription physical examination report, it was done today, and there are no problems."

The dusty-looking engineer threw a bunch of leather bags on the ground and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

The bearded man came over and lit a fire.

"Where is he?" The engineer asked, a cigarette dangling from his lips, handing one to the bearded man.

"He...he said he had something to do, and then he left."

The bearded man accepted the cigarette with a flattered air, but hesitated before speaking.

The reason I didn't dare stop him earlier was because the guard said that the person who brought the man over seemed to be the chief engineer with the rank of Right Vice Minister, and he was afraid that the young man might be related to someone by blood.

The engineer fell silent.

The bearded man was trembling with fear and dared not ask.

A moment later, the engineer said, "Let me see his file."

The bearded man quickly retrieved the registration information for today's arrival on the computer.

During the inspection, we naturally had to verify the identity first, so the files were readily available.

The engineer glanced at it, gave a cryptic laugh, and muttered, "Lu Zhao..."

He didn't say anything more and went to pick up the leather bag from the ground again.

The bearded man quickly said, "Sir, why are you bringing this up yourself? I'll call someone. Guards! Guards!"

The engineer didn't insist: "Send it to my office."

After saying that, he turned and left, but with his hands behind his back, he immediately exuded an air of authority. Even though he was still wearing dirty work clothes, he no longer looked like a dusty porter.