With MUSIC to break into Marvel

The same phrase, once again coming to mind, suddenly inspired Clark with a different insight. With this enlightenment that felt like a blessing to his soul, a confident smile finally appeared on Clark's lips. Just as this insight emerged, the system that had been stagnant like still water finally underwent a new change.

After the initial awakening of the "Calories" BGM when his golden finger awakened, Clark had not awakened any new BGMs. He even thought that for a long time to come, he would have to struggle to survive in this dangerous Marvel world with just "Calories."

However, just at the moment when he was about to face death, he finally gained a new understanding of martial arts and awakened new BGMs!

And not just one, but two new BGMs awakened at once!

Facing the thugs led by the braided man who charged at him again, Clark calmly snapped his fingers.

The lively rhythm of "Calories" vanished, replaced by the steady and powerful sound of war drums.

Amidst the impactful drumbeats, Clark once again engaged in combat with the group of thugs.

At this moment, Clark felt as if he had awakened. The previously confusing attacks from the thugs now appeared full of flaws in his eyes. No matter how many people attacked him simultaneously, he could find the best counter from the techniques and theories he had learned.

The Shaolin Twelve-Step Tan Leg was unleashed without a single opponent standing a chance. Even the braided man, who seemed to have some combat training, was kicked away by Clark, lying on the ground curled up like a cooked shrimp, unable to get up.

The fight, from the start of the new music to the moment Clark defeated all the thugs, lasted only a few seconds.

And his background music, which began with shocking drumbeats and rapid pipa sounds, only started playing the actual song after the fight had ended.

"Proudly laugh at the myriad of heavy waves, passionate blood hotter than the sun's rays..."

"Men Should Strengthen Themselves"

Level: 1 (0/1000)

Effect: Allows one to remain calm and collected in combat, with a 20% increase in combat awareness!

It was because of this BGM that Clark, from the moment the music played, fought like a grandmaster possessed, not alone in battle. With a thought, Clark turned off the background music before the song could finish.

Although the song "Men Should Strengthen Themselves" was empowering, what he was about to do next was not suitable to be done under such music.

For it would be a desecration!

With the music abruptly stopping, Clark squat down with a harmless smile toward the groaning thugs on the ground:

"Now, hand over all the valuable things you have on you!"

Receiving impression points from Dick Walker, Tom, and Jerry...

Thinking, weren't we the ones attempting the robbery?

You're even robbing the robbers, without a shred of civic consciousness? Too much!

The braided man, biting his teeth, said, "In your dreams!"

"Bang!"

Before the braided man could finish, Clark kicked him, sending him flying against a wall. The rebound made him spit out blood due to internal injuries caused by Clark's kick.

Approaching him again, Clark's steps, though light, felt like they were stomping on his soul, as if the Grim Reaper was inching closer.

"What was that you said? I didn't catch it, could you please repeat?"

After learning his lesson, the braided man no longer had his previous arrogance, squeezing out a smile uglier than crying, and quickly said, "My wallet is in my pocket, I'll give it to you right now."

While saying this, the braided man took out his wallet, about to hand over the cash to save his life, but Clark snatched the entire wallet.

"Why are you taking the wallet? You can't use the cards without the PINs," thought the braided man, but he dared not say this out loud to avoid reminding Clark to ask for the PINs.

However, it seemed Clark had indeed forgotten about this detail. He took the wallet and moved on to the next thug...

Moments later, Clark had collected wallets from all ten thugs. He then methodically took out the cash, stuffed it into his own wallet, and wrapped the empty wallets in one of the thug's jackets, making a large bundle.

With the bundle in hand, he headed home. Just as he reached the alley's entrance, a garbage truck sped by, and Clark casually threw the bundle of wallets onto the garbage pile on the truck.

Seeing Clark rob them only to discard their wallets like toys, the thugs gained a new understanding of his reprehensible character.

Back at Clark, with a satisfied smile, he asked, "Was my throw accurate?"

The thugs, nearly in tears, could only give thumbs up or applaud.

"Spot on!"

"Pitch perfect!"

"Top-notch!"

"666!"

Every comment added to Clark's impression points.

Delighted by the continuous pleasant notification sounds, Clark felt overjoyed.

Who needs bank card PINs? Even if he asked, he couldn't tell if they were telling the truth, and he certainly couldn't take these thugs to the bank to withdraw money.

Harvesting impression points was the real deal.

"Base operation, don't overdo it!"

After modestly bragging, Clark resumed "Calories" and ran towards his home.

What about the injuries from the fight? Shouldn't he take a cab home?

Please!

With his bloody appearance, which cab would dare pick him up?

This is why one shouldn't jinx themselves. Clark hadn't gone far when he encountered a cab willing to take him – in fact, several cabs showed up at once.

"Hurry... hurry... hurry..."

Hearing the urgent siren and seeing the flashing police lights, Clark had a moment of frustration.

The police show up right after the fight...

Is this a movie?

Where were you earlier?!