Significant Increase in Proficiency

"What's going on?"

Qin Fang looked around in surprise. The kitchen was empty except for him, which only deepened his confusion. But after a moment, he thought to himself, "Could I have heard it wrong? That must be it! My head was hit; I probably haven't fully recovered."

With that thought, he decided not to dwell on it and continued to roll out the dumpling wrappers. However, when he lowered his head, he was shocked.

The piece of dough in his hand—wait, it should be called noodles at this point.

Why?

Because there was a light inscription on the noodle that read—poorly made noodles.

Having just come from a gaming studio, Qin Fang was familiar with various situations within games. To see those words on the noodle in his hand was like seeing an item description from a game, and it even had a prefix.

If this was enough to leave Qin Fang speechless, then what he noticed next, a small annotation below the noodle name, made him want to cry and spit blood.

Poorly made noodles—The creator was just too lazy; these noodles are basically a weapon for murder!

Honestly, Qin Fang could swear that he was intended to make dumpling wrappers, not noodles. Yet, somehow it was directly labeled as noodles, and poorly made ones at that.

Though he was truly reluctant to accept this, he had to admit the annotation was quite fitting. That lump of dough was being used to roll out dumpling wrappers, and although Qin Fang had cut it into many strips, if it were truly considered noodles, it would indeed be too menacing.

Not to mention whether these poorly made noodles could even be cooked; if they were to be cooked and someone ate them, they would choke! They were far too thick to swallow.

So the annotation describing them as a weapon for murder was not an exaggeration at all.

At this point, Qin Fang really felt as if he was going crazy. He couldn't comprehend what was happening. This situation was just too bizarre. "Has my world turned into a gaming world?"

Although he had never read any supernatural novels because he didn't want to waste time, knowing he had to work extra hard to earn enough money, many of his colleagues in the studio spent their free time browsing novels online and occasionally shared stories with him about similar concepts.

However, when Qin Fang looked around, everything still appeared the same. Even when he picked up the knife beside him, he didn't see any annotations. Everything else was ordinary, except for that "poorly made noodle" in his hand.

"Right, the noodle skill..."

Qin Fang suddenly remembered that the voice mentioned some noodle skill, which included proficiency ratings. As a former game worker, he was naturally familiar with this concept.

As he thought about it, Qin Fang felt something similar to a character panel from a game appear in his mind—more specifically, a skill panel, clearly showing a skill—Noodle Pulling, Level: Beginner, Proficiency: 0.1%.

"Could it be that I can use this skill just like in the game?"

Perhaps today's events were just too bizarre. After such an overwhelming impact, he began to gradually accept this ridiculous reality, no matter how unbelievable it seemed, almost like a fantastical tale.

After mulling over this, Qin Fang couldn't help but toss the "poorly made noodles" in his hand again. Unfortunately, it seemed that this noodle had already taken shape, showing no reaction, and his proficiency hadn't budged.

After hesitating for a moment, he grabbed another long lump of dough and started tossing it.

"Beginner Noodle Pulling Skill, Proficiency +0.1%."

Sure enough, when Qin Fang changed to that new piece of dough, it was effective; the noodle pulling skill was genuinely taking effect. Qin Fang felt his hands moving almost involuntarily, and the dough was swiftly dancing as if controlled by the skilled hands of a noodle master he had seen before.

But...

Snap, the noodle broke!

"Poorly made noodles—the creator was just too lazy; these noodles are basically a weapon for murder!"

Watching the two pieces of broken noodles in his hands, compared to before, Qin Fang felt a combination of resignation and a hint of a smile.

Noodle breaking was normal; after all, Qin Fang was just a beginner. If he could match seasoned masters after only a short time, those masters might as well be slamming their heads against the wall!

"I refuse to believe that I can't pull a noodle today…"

Completely oblivious to the fact that his statement sounded absurd, Qin Fang forgot that there was still Tang Feifei in his room waiting for him to invite her for a meal. He became fully engrossed in the task of pulling the "poorly made noodles."

"Beginner Noodle Pulling Skill, Proficiency +0.1%."

"Beginner Noodle Pulling Skill, Proficiency +0.1%."

"Beginner Noodle Pulling Skill, Proficiency +0.1%."

"Beginner Noodle Pulling Skill, Proficiency +0.1%..."

Qin Fang lost track of how many times that game-like notification appeared. He didn't remember how many poorly made noodles he had turned out. Each piece had to be fashioned by his hands before it became those noodles.

Once he had used up all the lumps of dough, Qin Fang was forced to knead the poorly made noodles again to turn them back into dough before starting the noodle pulling process anew.

Failures continued to happen, but the proficiency in the Beginner Noodle Pulling Skill kept increasing. Although the increments were small each time, Qin Fang was relentless in his attempts.

With the increase in proficiency, Qin Fang's progress became noticeable. The noodles he pulled began to change in prefix.

For instance, from the initial "poorly made noodles," it became "edible noodles," then to "marginally acceptable noodles"… overall, the changes were fairly evident.

The noodles he pulled, which had started out thick, gradually became thinner, transitioning from the size of a baby's arm, to the thickness of a finger, then to chopstick thickness, finally resembling normal noodles.

Gradually, the noodles Qin Fang created began to have the appearance of actual noodles instead of resembling the deadly weapons they once did.