Leveling Up With My Pet



In a span of merely two or three days, an astonishing transformation unfolded. Over a dozen individuals willingly embraced the "genetic medicine," each attaining an astounding infusion of 100 attribute points.

Physical prowess surged in a multidimensional surge, equating these beneficiaries to the likes of Superman, individuals who could effortlessly shatter Olympic world records with casual ease.

Remarkably, these select few comprised primarily the upper echelons and key figures of the corporate hierarchy. Their allegiance to Liu Yong grew steadfast, a loyalty set in stone, never to waver.

Huang Guang, the harbinger of efficacy, orchestrated the recruitment of eminent scientists and technical virtuosos from the domestic rechargeable battery sector. Their influx added a new dimension to the company's burgeoning prowess.

Liu Yong had conceived an intention to convene a personal encounter with these prodigious recruits, engaging them in conversation while bequeathing each with the transformative "genetic drug."

The recipients of this revolutionary medicine were exclusively the company's top-tier executives and mid-level pillars. Notably among them was Hu Shijun, one of Liu Yong's most trusted confidantes.

Hu Shijun too underwent the metamorphosis, his strength, agility, and physical endurance escalating by an extraordinary 100 points each. Having attained his current stature, Hu Shijun was more devoted than ever to preserving his well-being. His once plump form gradually refined into a more streamlined silhouette.

Committing himself to a mandatory regimen, he devoutly engaged in an hour of exercise daily. His membership at a prestigious fitness club in the heart of Huahai City underscored his dedication.

Upon concluding his workday, Hu Shijun arrived at the entrance of this exclusive establishment, stepping out of his Rolls Royce with an air of purpose. This venue was as familiar as his own reflection, and he wasted no time in commencing his workout after changing attire.

Soon, astonishment knocked at his senses, as he recognized a remarkable augmentation in his strength, transcending all expectations. Not only did his might burgeon, but his overall stamina too witnessed an unprecedented surge. During anaerobic exercises, the typical fatigue setting in after a handful of minutes seemed like a distant memory. He pushed beyond, enduring for ten minutes without a hitch, free from breathlessness or any hastening heartbeat.

In the midst of his amazement, his mind gravitated to the genetic marvel bestowed upon him by Brother Yong. Admiration burgeoned, accompanied by an overwhelming tide of gratitude directed at Liu Yong.

The amplified strength and constitution beckoned the need for more arduous challenges. He promptly elevated the difficulty of his exercises, leaving the personal fitness instructor bewildered, struggling to regain composure.

Astonishment danced within the instructor's thoughts. When had Mr. Hu acquired such formidable might? Had he concealed these capabilities all along?

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Within the premises of the Black Iron Company, Zavier strode into Sherman's office, a cascade of excitement radiating from him, a comprehensive investigation report clutched in his grasp.

Their paramount pursuit, unfalteringly tracing the origins of the metal fragments within Xinpeng Special Steel Smelter, stood as the cornerstone of the company's imminent endeavors.

Pouring substantial resources and human power, they harnessed diverse channels, even soliciting aid from the military of nation M, ultimately yielding tangible outcomes.

Zavier ventured forth, bearing the report and proclaimed with zeal, "President, we've essentially ascertained the roots of those metallic fragments."

Sherman, buoyed by the news, could scarcely contain his enthusiasm. Seated within his commanding chair, he eagerly perused the document, brimming with anticipation.

In tandem with Zavier's narrative, the investigation's intricacies unfolded. The fragments, it seemed, were retrieved from a maritime expanse.

"The salvage vessel 'Blue Whale' conducted two operations in this region. The first retrieved tens of thousands of tons of these fragments, followed by an even more substantial haul during the second excursion..."

As Zavier relayed these details, Hillman pored over the report, captivated by its contents. Illustrated through images, texts, and satellite imagery, it painted a vivid portrait of the "Blue Whale's" retrieval endeavors.

From the satellite images, a candid depiction emerged of the "Blue Whale" alongside a colossal bulk carrier, boasting a staggering tonnage exceeding 100,000 tons.

A crystalline revelation pierced the fog: the origin of these metallic shards lay within the span of these maritime horizons.

Sherman's absorption in the report culminated, Zavier's voice slicing through the air, "Mr. President, delay is unfeasible. We must act expeditiously."

"Indeed, urgency is paramount. Our knowledge of the metal fragments' residual quantities remains nebulous. We must preclude the Global Shipping Group and transport all remnants to our domain."

Thus, orchestrations unfurled, enlisting an expansive salvage vessel from nation M, coupled with a fleet of substantial transport ships.

The crusade they embarked upon, an emblem of sheer grandeur, aimed to extract all remaining vestiges from the sea's grasp. Not an iota was to remain within the Global Shipping Group's reach.

Unbeknownst to Liu Yong, the Black Iron Company forged forward, ignorant of the unfolding events. Should they be privy to Bawang's intercession, laughter would doubtlessly cascade uncontrollably.

Liu Yong's mirth would reverberate, echoing his astonishment.

For Bawang, within the realm of the North Pacific Ocean, life flowed seamlessly. The colossal collection of metallic fragments adjacent to the spaceship wreckage had been methodically assimilated, their placement adjourned to an accessible terrain nearby.

Proximity eased the endeavor's demands, and the routine undertaken posed minimal challenge for the enigmatic Bawang.

With tasks momentarily relinquished, it roamed the expanse, traversing considerable nautical miles from the spaceship wreckage.

A venture more abbreviated than a thousand miles but exceeding seven or eight hundred unfolded. Submerged beneath the azure expanse, Bawang basked in the sun's radiant embrace.

Sunbeams, piercing through the translucent waters, graced Bawang's form, endowing a sense of tranquility.

Then, a palpable shift punctuated Bawang's tranquility. Movement stirred across the distance, where silence reigned.

These waters, far removed from international lanes, seldom welcomed vessels. Yet, a pulse of disquiet rippled through Bawang, compelling it to rise, peering ahead with heightened interest.

Albeit remote, its vision remained impeccable, further augmented by superlative sight.

The panorama unveiled a flotilla, the vanguard dominated by a prodigious salvage ship. In its wake trailed colossal transport vessels, their mass surpassing 100,000 tons.

A cacophony of curiosity reverberated within Bawang, as it shadowed this enigmatic fleet, embarking on an undisclosed voyage.

Hours elapsed, clarity gradually unfurled. The fleet's destination appeared to converge with the shallow seabed, housing Bawang's repository of metal fragments.

This shallowed realm, devoid of complexities, harbored a singular mystery—the intent driving this massive assembly toward such an unassuming locale.