The reason Fang Senyan exhibited unprecedented aptitude in driving was, in fact, a result of his digitized body. An ordinary person simply couldn't maintain the same level of hyper-focused, tense concentration as he could, especially since the participants in these underground races weren't professionals; hence, his advantage was glaringly obvious.

When the Maserati roared past the finish line and skidded to a halt in a spectacular drift, Jessica had even discarded her outer layer, leaning out the window with only a bra covering her upper body, screaming in exhilaration and waving her jacket while openly flashing her middle finger at the subsequent stream of vehicles in sheer contempt.

Even after pocketing a thick wad of gambling money, Jessica’s excitement hadn't waned. She whistled incessantly, her spirit soaring, and declared, “Let’s hit the bars.” Fang Senyan replied coolly, “Fine.” With that, he tapped the accelerator and pulled away. Jessica turned her head, eyeing Fang Senyan’s face with amusement, and suddenly traced the line of his jaw with her finger, murmuring softly, “Can you stop being so damn cool?” Then, she puckered her lips, painted a pale violet, and kissed him, her hand gliding down to his thigh. Knowing Jessica was biracial and already wearing only a bra on top, the immediate press of her yielding softness was undeniable. Fang Senyan, focused on driving, jolted at the sudden harassment. Being at an age where his vitality was surging and his need for women was intense, he abruptly wrenched the wheel, pulling over to the roadside, and stepped out, frowning, “What are you trying to do?”

Jessica also stepped out, glaring at him with an expression that was both strange and displeased. Her figure was already exceptional, and standing there, she possessed the aura of a top-tier model. Fang Senyan looked up. Her cobalt blue, high-waisted jacket was draped casually over her arm, and the edges of her black lace bra appeared almost too tight, showing no sign of yielding to gravity’s pull; the firmness and fullness of her chest were quite dizzying to behold.

The deep cleavage, compressed by the bra, appeared even more profound. Likely irritated and humiliated by Fang Senyan’s rough shove, her chest rose and fell slightly, causing those full, firm mounds to tremble faintly, displaying excellent elasticity. Fang Senyan’s breath hitched as he observed this spectacle, his fingers twitching instinctively, clearly yearning to scale that peak and knead the flesh to gauge just how astonishing that elasticity truly was.

Jessica shot him an annoyed look, pulled out a long, slender cigarette, clipped it between her elegant fingers, and took a deep drag. She pursed her pale violet lips, exhaled a perfect smoke ring, and then leaned back semi-reclined against the hood of the car… this movement forced Fang Senyan’s gaze inevitably downward.

Because Jessica was clad only in her bra on top, vast expanses of creamy white skin were exposed. She was clearly very aware of her physique, likely a dedicated gym-goer, as her waist, while slender, didn't appear fragile but possessed a forceful, vibrant quality. The feeling was akin to biting into perfectly cooked noodles—noodles that offered a wonderful, satisfying chew. Of course, due to her overall symmetry, her waist still registered as incredibly slim and sensual.

Next, Fang Senyan’s gaze unavoidably slid toward her hips—the area men most loved to observe and caress. He had to admit the curves before him were intoxicatingly alluring… their sweep vaguely evoked firm, ripe fruit, the shape closely approximating a perfect involute curve. Furthermore, the tangent line where the curve of her buttocks peaked met the line leading to her thigh at an angle nearing seventy-five degrees—legend held that women whose hips formed this specific contour were highly likely to possess a mingqi (a legendary intimate asset). (Well, I plagiarized that last bit; I forget which book I took it from.) Fang Senyan had only heard of mingqi in vulgar sailor jokes and had no firsthand experience, but he knew, with absolute certainty, that lines like these were inherently beautiful.

“Chicken!” Jessica spat out an insulting smoke ring dismissively.

Logically, any normal man should have lunged at this moment. But just as Fang Senyan was about to act, he caught a flicker of cunning calculation in Jessica’s eyes. His own gaze flashed, and he shrugged, returning crisply to the car: “I’m not interested in girls who haven’t finished developing.”

Jessica froze, so stunned she didn’t even notice the cigarette slipping from her fingers. She immediately jumped back into the car and snapped, “Who are you calling undeveloped? Are you blind?”

Fang Senyan spread his hands, picked up a nearby beer, and took a sip, only for Jessica to snatch it away. The biracial woman ground out, her voice tight with challenge, “If I set my sights on something, I always get it!”

With that, she lunged, simultaneously hitting the switch to recline the seat backward. Fang Senyan’s vision instantly darkened as his entire face was buried between two incredibly resilient mounds, accompanied by an indescribable, intoxicating fragrance—a damned sensation of asphyxiation! Next, he felt two smooth, tender hands tracing paths down from his chest.

“Uh, this might be my first time!” Fang Senyan exclaimed, bewildered. “What? Are you a virgin?” Jessica paused, surprised. (The Gold Mine, far away: “Of course, I mean the first time being taken from behind. What did you think I meant?”)

Soon, the vehicle began to vibrate subtly, punctuated by the occasional gasp, shriek, and moan from the young woman. After a while, the car door opened again. Fang Senyan, looking refreshed, was buttoning his shirt; his taut, strong pectoral muscles bore several red marks and kiss prints. Jessica, meanwhile, was lounging back in the seat, her eyes watery, her face flushed, with large patches of snow-white skin exposed where her clothes failed to cover her.

Suddenly, Jessica lunged onto Fang Senyan again, biting his earlobe and whispering playfully, “Hey, you’re quite the powerhouse, aren’t you?”

Fang Senyan turned his head and saw the part of her that was now uncovered. Having been pent up for so long, a fresh wave of heat instantly surged within him. Seeing Jessica’s sensual, pale violet lips, he couldn't resist saying, “I can be even more so.” Then he reached out and gently took hold of Jessica’s head. “Hey, what are you—mmph, mmph mmph, mmph mmph.”

A day later, Fang Senyan successfully acquired the three materials he needed. It seemed Jessica’s network of connections—or more accurately, her father’s—was astonishingly vast. This likely had something to do with the Cantonese penchant for exotic delicacies, desiring anything that flew in the sky or crawled on the earth for a taste.

However, Fang Senyan was deeply frustrated to find that the success rate for synthesizing the required catalyst components was terrifyingly low. Out of an entire cold storage unit filled with materials, the resulting catalyst components were staggeringly few. Calculated roughly, the Giant Bear flesh powder was only enough for a single use, and the Raptor flesh powder and Fox flesh powder hadn't synthesized successfully at all!

After staying in Hong Kong for a full month, Fang Senyan finally managed to accumulate about ten units of each catalyst component. The Raptor flesh powder was the most abundant, reaching perhaps fifteen units, while the Fox was the scarcest. Just then, he received the notification to enter the Space. Fang Senyan rushed into the designated area, his heart anxious, as he prepared to determine whether the Type-I Metallic Dissolution Modulating Fluid could perfectly enhance the fighting spirit of his newly forged Giant Monster!

The instant he drew out the equipment, a dense, blinding silver light flashed, so intense Fang Senyan had to squint to adapt. After a moment, he opened his eyes, only to be met with disappointment: a large +5 Enhancement was displayed before him! “Damn it,” Fang Senyan sighed, shaking his head. However, the very next message from the Nightmare Mark granted him immense delight.

“Your +5 Giant Monster’s Fighting Spirit has received a Perfect Enhancement Upgrade!” “What?” Fang Senyan had assumed a perfect upgrade meant the original 10% chance of reaching LV7 would simply become 100%. It seemed his understanding was once again drastically flawed.

As his finger touched the Giant Monster’s Fighting Spirit, another prompt sounded:

Prompt: Your Silver Story Accessory: Giant Monster’s Fighting Spirit has been enhanced to +5, gaining the attribute: All incoming damage reduced by 4% per +1 level (Skill damage received reduced by 0.8% per level).

Prompt: Your Silver Story Accessory: Giant Monster’s Fighting Spirit has been enhanced to +5, triggering relevant conditions. Please draw one additional special effect granted by Giant Monster’s Fighting Spirit at LV4.

Prompt: You have obtained the Perfect Enhancement effect; you are granted the complete list of special effects obtainable when enhancing +5 accessory-type equipment.

Prompt: You may designate and select one item from the entire list of special effects as the extra special effect granted to your Giant Monster’s Fighting Spirit upon LV4 enhancement. You have ten seconds. If no action is taken, the Space will assign one attribute for you automatically.

A: Owner additionally gains 1% Critical Hit Chance. B: Owner additionally gains 1% Evasion Chance. C: Owner additionally gains 5% base Movement Speed. (Rare Attribute; appears with a 5% chance when upgrading equipment to +4 normally) D: Owner additionally gains 1% Parry/Block Chance. E: Owner additionally gains 1% Hit Chance. F: Owner additionally gains +3 to three random base attributes. (Accessory Enhancement Exclusive Miracle Attribute; appears with a one-in-a-thousand chance when upgrading equipment to +4 normally; this extra special effect is unique to this equipment.) G: Owner additionally gains 30% Universal Points upon killing an enemy—if that enemy had the potential to drop Universal Points. (Accessory Enhancement Exclusive Rare Attribute; appears with a 5% chance when upgrading equipment to +4 normally.) H: Owner has a 10% chance to refund consumed Force value when casting abilities. (Accessory Enhancement Exclusive Uncommon Attribute; appears with a 0.5% chance when upgrading equipment to +4 normally; this extra special effect is unique to this equipment.) I: …… (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please cast your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)