DEM Chapter 3: Oh No, He Actually Learned the Real Stuff!

"You want to learn from me?"

"Uncle Wang, I won’t hide it from you. Your majestic figure, forking down one delivery hero after another in the night sky, has deeply inspired me! I want to become a great security guard like you!"

Su Yuan spoke with a face full of admiration to Security Uncle Wang, who was patrolling.

Uncle Wang patted Su Yuan’s shoulder, his tone heavy with experience. "There aren’t many down-to-earth kids like you anymore. You’ve already saved yourself fifty years of detours compared to others."

"People say being a security guard is tough, exhausting, a job for old folks who can’t keep up. But only when you become one do you realize that the glory of youth is just fleeting clouds. Plain and simple is the truth."

Seeing Uncle Wang’s wistful expression, Su Yuan quietly muttered to himself that Old Wang must have quite a story.

"Uncle Wang, you’re absolutely right. I want to join the neighborhood’s security team now and learn by your side."

Su Yuan’s face was earnest, though he quickly added a pained expression. "It’s just a pity that I’m still a student and can only spare time after six in the evening. I won’t be able to absorb your teachings around the clock."

Uncle Wang laughed heartily. "No rush, take it slow. I’m already pleased you have this heart. Come on, let’s go handle the part-time paperwork."

[Task: Take a Demon as Master]

[Task Progress: 30%]

After completing the paperwork at the property’s security department and receiving a security uniform and an anti-riot pitchfork, Su Yuan walked the neighborhood with Uncle Wang, absorbing his teachings.

"Su Yuan, to be a qualified security guard, you need to master a top-notch pitchfork technique! Riding the pitchfork and forking without causing harm are just the basics."

"When you can break ten thousand techniques with one fork, stand guard with one fork, and stop ten thousand delivery guys in their tracks, that’s when you’ve achieved mastery of the pitchfork technique."

Su Yuan listened intently, and his task progress shot up rapidly.

Judging by the progress increase, Su Yuan figured he wouldn’t need to reach full mastery. Just learning all of Uncle Wang’s insights on the pitchfork technique would likely complete the task.

After Uncle Wang demonstrated his prized Eighteen Divine Pitchfork Forms, he said proudly, "Kid, just learn! One lesson, and you won’t make a peep!"

"Learning from your Uncle Wang is the right move. Back in the day, I was the head instructor for eight hundred thousand security guards, with disciples in every neighborhood, apartment, company, school, mall, and hospital!"

"Uncle Wang, you’re mighty!"

Su Yuan immediately clapped, fully delivering on emotional support.

But his mind was racing. Even if just ten or twenty percent of Old Wang’s boasts were true, the number of security guards trained under him was still impressive.

Come to think of it, the security guards Su Yuan had encountered while delivering all vaguely carried traces of Old Wang’s style in their moves.

Now that he’d learned the Eighteen Divine Pitchfork Forms… heh, when he went back to delivering, they’d all be trained by the same master. No one could counter him! What could they use to catch him?

However, when Su Yuan checked his task progress, he saw it had only reached 90%, still a sliver short of completion.

Could Old Wang be holding back?

Seeing that Uncle Wang had no intention of teaching more and instead took to flying the pitchfork to patrol the neighborhood’s checkpoints, Su Yuan grew a bit anxious.

After much thought, he cautiously asked, "Uncle Wang, your Eighteen Divine Pitchfork Forms are truly exquisite, but they’re all external techniques. As the saying goes, training without cultivating the mind leads to nothing. Don’t we have some kind of mental technique?"

"Mental technique?"

Uncle Wang halted his flying pitchfork, looking at Su Yuan in surprise. A spark of brilliance flashed in his cloudy eyes as he praised, "Su Yuan, your comprehension is extraordinary! None of my disciples asked me this even after decades!"

"You guessed right. I do have a mental technique, one I don’t easily pass down. But since you’ve brought it up, it seems this technique is fated to be yours."

Su Yuan was stunned. He’d just asked casually, and there was actually a mental technique!

Uncle Wang glanced around to ensure no one was nearby before lowering his voice. "My ultimate mental technique is just one sentence. Listen well: Fork the right person at the right time."

The moment Su Yuan heard this mantra, his task panel instantly maxed out, hitting one hundred percent.

[Task: Take a Demon as Master (Completed)]

[Task Reward: Randomly upgrades one of your martial arts or techniques to perfection (Issued)]

But even though the system said the reward was issued, Su Yuan didn’t feel anything obvious.

"When will my skill upgrade? How does it upgrade? Will there be special effects?"

Su Yuan muttered to himself.

To Uncle Wang, Su Yuan’s pensive look seemed like he was pondering the true meaning of the mental technique.

He cleared his throat, adopting a profound tone. "The essence of the mental technique is simple. Take those delivery guys, for example. They don’t put the orders in the delivery lockers and instead charge straight to the residents’ homes. Is that their intention? Of course not—it’s the residents’ instructions."

"If we fork them the moment they enter the neighborhood, the residents’ demands won’t be met. Over time, won’t they resent us security guards?"

"But if we let the delivery guys reach the residents and deliver the orders before forking them, it satisfies the residents, showcases our role as security, and even lets the delivery guys earn their tips. Doesn’t that make everyone happy?"

Su Yuan: "…"

He got it!

Complete enlightenment!

Being a security guard wasn’t about fighting! It was about human relations!

The pitchfork moved! It really moved!

"Many of my past disciples were highly talented, but their arrogance led them to show off against delivery and courier guys, ignoring the residents’ feelings, which often got them complaints."

"Su Yuan, you must take this as a warning…"

Uncle Wang spoke earnestly, looking at Su Yuan.

But when he saw what Su Yuan was doing, he froze!

Su Yuan was surrounded by swirling pitchfork shadows, accompanied by the roars of dragons and tigers, the crackle of wind and thunder!

His straight fork had warmth, his swinging fork had strength, his flying fork had precision, his raised fork had height, his angled fork had finesse, and every fork had attitude!

This was the aura of a grandmaster!

This wasn’t just a beginner’s level. Even a pitchfork prodigy training diligently for over a year couldn’t match Su Yuan’s current skill!

Uncle Wang had only just taught him the Eighteen Divine Pitchfork Forms!

He’d seen many geniuses, but compared to Su Yuan, they’d have to call him a genius!

"Could it be… he actually grasped the true essence from my mental technique? Or is he the legendary innate security saint body?!"

Uncle Wang murmured in disbelief.

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