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By the end of the semester, I no longer needed delivery personnel to bind the Jade Swine; I could simply herd them into the factory. I had successfully reached the level of casually slaughtering and butchering. As I passed by the Jade Swine, they fell into a deep slumber without any awareness, their fates sealed. During this time, I successfully combined my second innate talent, 'Discerning Eye for Ingredients,' with the 'Butcher's Art of Dissection.' Using the second talent, I could perceive the muscle movements and skeletal structure of the Jade Swine. I struck precisely at their weakest points, avoiding the hard bones, and following the muscle fibers, completing the dissection mid-slaughter. As I passed, the Jade Swine were systematically broken down into skin, meat, offal, and bones. Even the fat was stored separately. Due to some of my previous actions, the academy added this regulation. Originally, fat was not stored separately but was with the meat chunks and didn't require trimming. I successfully achieved the introductory level of the 'Butcher's Art of Dissection.' According to Wen Yue's assessment, my realm should be considered the fourth stage, 'Entering the Hall.' Among my peers who had studied for the same year, this was already rare. Even including second and third-year students, I was considered outstanding.

As I became more familiar with the Jade-Lard Pig (玉潤豬), my movements grew more fluid, and I even brought out the Butcher's Knife to practice my grip. After using the Butcher's Knife, I truly felt the difference. The handle was extremely comfortable and fit my hand perfectly, and the blade felt almost weightless. If I hadn't confirmed I was holding the handle, I would have thought I was holding nothing at all. Yet, the butchering process was incredibly smooth. The blade, which would normally slip on the pig's skin, had almost no effect on the Butcher's Knife, easily piercing the hide. Even cutting through tendons was smooth, with no resistance encountered. It truly lived up to being made with legendary metal by a master. This led to my daily slaughter count steadily increasing. After a month, I alone was sufficient to meet the ingredient demands of all the academy's cafeterias for the day. Furthermore, after I butchered them, the pigskins remained intact, the bones were clean with no meat scraps, the meat portions were plump without unnecessary marks, and the offal... well, people in this world don't eat offal, so it was all used for feed later on. Thus, after the academy's higher-ups understood that I was actually practicing my knife skills, they officially decided to assign the task of butchering all the Jade-Lard Pigs for the entire semester to me alone. Of course, the income would be calculated separately, making it much more cost-effective than hiring multiple people before. The seniors who lost their jobs were not significantly affected, as the academy always had a shortage of staff. Besides me, very few first-years were working part-time. As a side note, through my talent for observation, the essence of the Jade-Lard Pig seems to be its skin. Since I haven't eaten it, I don't know its effects.

The building where Shen Jing lives has two elevators, one old and one new. The old one often breaks down, so he's used to taking the new one. One morning, rushing to work, the new elevator was stuck at the top floor and wouldn't come down. Impatient, he pressed the button for the old elevator. The door opened. The interior was dimly lit, the floor covered in old carpet, and it smelled musty. He stepped inside and pressed the button for the first floor. The elevator went down and stopped at the third floor. The door opened, but there was no one outside. He pressed the close button, the door shut, and it continued down. It stopped again at the second floor. Still no one. He felt something was wrong and repeatedly mashed the close button. The door shut, and this time it went straight to the first floor. When the door opened and he stepped out, he glanced back at the old elevator. A person stood inside, back turned to him, wearing a gray coat. He froze. There was no one there just moments ago. The next day, he took the new elevator, but the old elevator's door opened by itself. There was no one inside, but every floor button on the panel was lit up. As if someone had pressed all the floors at once. He didn't dare to ride it and took the stairs down. For the next few days, the old elevator's door would often open by itself. Sometimes in the middle of the night, sometimes when he was walking down the hallway. It was always empty inside, but the button panel was perpetually lit. One day, he worked overtime until very late. When he got home, both elevators were stopped at the top floor. Not wanting to wait, he stepped into the old elevator and pressed the fifth-floor button. The elevator went up and stopped at the second floor. The door opened, but the hallway lights were out, plunging it into darkness. He pressed the close button, but the door didn't move. A voice came from the darkness, very softly: "You pressed the fifth floor, but this elevator only goes up to the fourth." Shen Jing froze.

And so, my late-night pig-slaughtering job began. Who knew that after I took charge for three days, the atmosphere would completely change!! On the first day, I normally followed my seniors to understand the slaughtering process and the placement of the cut parts for subsequent personnel. On the second day, under the guidance and watchful eyes of my seniors, I performed the slaughtering. It was then I realized that the skin of the Jade Dew Pig was truly tender and supple, not only full of elasticity but also so smooth that if you weren't careful, your knife could slip right off. This could almost be considered a form of defense. However, the meat itself was not much different from ordinary beast meat. But I heard that the skin of the Jade Dew Pig was collected separately for special purposes, which is why the cafeteria never served meat with the hide still on. On the third day, I successfully operated independently. Although I was supposed to work for four hours, I spent three hours caressing the Jade Dew Pig. Yes, you read that right. I caressed a pig. The same pig. For three hours. Because other seniors saw this, rumors started spreading privately that I had impure thoughts upon seeing the pig, and that I was so engrossed in the feel of the Jade Dew Pig's skin that I lost track of time. Actually, I was using the caressing as a way to actually confirm the distribution of its bones, joints, and muscles. But to those who didn't know, it just looked like a bizarre scene. However, before the academy management could assign points, I relied on my familiarity with the skeleton and joints to successfully catch up to the number of pigs slaughtered by other seniors in just one hour. Moreover, the resulting cuts were exceptionally clean and precise. But the narrative had already shifted. Upon hearing about it, the management took no further action. After all, my performance was up to par, and as long as I didn't violate any moral principles or cause public indecency, there was no need to escalate the matter.

No wonder they send them in during the latter half of the night to the academy and slaughter them before dawn. Otherwise, if the female students saw them, I don't know how much inferiority they would feel. The academy is very supportive of students working part-time, as many students have talents in life skills and plan to pursue this direction in the future, so it's good to adapt early. Therefore, many positions in the academy are held by senior students. However, this is limited to first-years, because from the second year onwards, all positions are held by students of the same grade, which is also a forced adaptation. And the butcher job I applied for will become a practice job for combat-major students in their second year, allowing everyone to see some blood and avoid losing their lives due to panic during actual combat. But now, although it's a part-time job for seniors from other grades, I successfully took the position thanks to the principle of same-grade priority.

Chen Cheng found an old alarm clock in the drawer of his bedside table in his rented room. The hands were stopped at 3:07, and the casing was a bit rusty, but it looked usable. He replaced the battery, and the hands started moving. He set the time correctly, intending for it to ring at 7 AM. The next morning, the alarm clock didn't ring. He overslept and was late. Thinking the clock was broken, he pressed the luminous button and discovered the time was stuck at 3:07. He moved the hands to the correct time and reset it. The next morning, it was stuck at 3:07 again. He found it strange, even after changing the battery, the result was the same. No matter how he set it, the hands would always return to 3:07 the next day. He searched for the model online and found it was an old model from over a decade ago, long discontinued. Searching for related discussions, he found an old forum post with the title: "Help, my alarm clock is always stuck at 3:07 AM." Clicking on it, the poster said they bought a second-hand alarm clock, and the hands would stop at the same time every day. Feeling something was wrong, they investigated the previous owner and discovered that the previous owner had died at 3:07 AM. Someone replied below the post: "That's the time of the dead. The clock is warning you not to be awake at that hour." Chen Cheng froze and closed the webpage. He decided to throw the alarm clock away. That night, he put the alarm clock in a trash bag and threw it into the large dumpster downstairs. After returning home, he fell straight asleep. In the middle of the night, he heard a ringing sound. It was very loud, right by his ear. He opened his eyes, and the alarm clock was sitting on his bedside table. The hands pointed to 3:07, and the ringing continued. He reached out to turn it off, but found the button wouldn't press down. The back of the alarm clock

In the following days, I continued to practice the Butcher's Carving Knife Technique. However, without any reference objects around, I could only use the skeletal remains of the earth-digging rats from Little Furball's spatial dimension for simulation. I became a bit obsessed during this period, fiddling with skeletons in the dorm, observing them in combat technique class, and even playing with them under the desk during regular lectures. Not to mention the journeys between the dorm, the cafeteria, and the classrooms. Because of this, my reputation took a turn for the eerie. Eventually, due to some minor disturbances, the administration issued new dormitory rules, strictly prohibiting indulging in skeleton assembly and wandering the campus with skeletons at night. Although I appealed to the higher-ups afterward, the rules remained unchanged. Thus, a new legend emerged in the academy—The Dancing Wandering Skeleton, now online. On the surface, I appeared to be diligently following the academy's curriculum for study and cultivation. In reality, I secretly went to the academy's cafeteria to apply for a job, specifically as a butcher. Since the academy had a large population, including students from all three years and faculty, all procured ingredients were live. The pigs raised were the Jade Dew Pigs. These farmed animals, besides having a lot of meat, had a peculiar characteristic: their skin. It was incredibly delicate. You wouldn't believe it, but a pig's skin was more exaggerated than my best-selling skincare products from my previous life. To put it colloquially, it was more tender and white than drinking SK-2 like water. Before the first slaughter, I was stunned. Not only were there no body hairs, but I couldn't even see pores. It was fair and subtly translucent. You could even describe a pig as having delicate features.

This time, I consumed the part that was shining in my eyes. Afterwards, I realized my sense of smell had slightly improved. At least I could tell if there was anything with a slightly stronger scent in the shallow soil. Perhaps this is the ability of the burrowing rat to find food underground. I also made plans for after school starts. All that's left is to wait for school to begin in two days. For this semester's start, my mom still drove the two of us to the academy. The difference was that many students at the academy entrance looked reluctant to part. Perhaps because many students left last semester, causing fear of the academy for many. Back in the dorm, my three roommates, whom I hadn't seen in a while, were still carefree. Seeing me, they smiled like three idiots. Normal school start, normal classes, normal combat skill training. Wait a minute!! Isn't the person clinging to Wen Yue like a little bird the Teacher Ling he was so infatuated with last semester! He actually got her! Didn't they say that a persistent admirer eventually gets nothing? Why isn't it going according to the script? Although Wen Yue is indeed serious about teaching and treats us well in private, his fawning behavior makes my fists clench. How can he pursue someone with such an annoying attitude and succeed? This matter not only puzzled our class but even became one of the top ten mysteries of the year for the entire school. Of course, the 'Black Ghost' incident, though experienced by everyone later, still made the list.