Resurrection Empire

Life always goes on regardless of human will.

Whether adapted or not, happy or not, everyone lives like this.

Time is like a sharp carving knife, carving irreparable marks on the stone of time.

The light blue sunlight in the afternoon passed through the window lattice and shone on my face, but it was not warm.

Ren Zhong lay quietly on the chair, enjoying the rare peace and comfort.

He has gradually become accustomed to everything around him, even the strange Lan Yang.

This is his own home.

He didn't need to count in details, the number thirteen emerged subconsciously in his mind.

It has been thirteen days since I came to this world.

Every day was extremely fulfilling, leaving him almost no time to remember, let alone feel sorry for himself.

Under the premise of deliberately strengthening his memory, he clearly remembers every day, every thing, every person, every beast, and every journey.

As a foreigner who has lived for countless years and hundreds of millions of miles away, he has been trying his best to become familiar with and understand the world.

Every memory is a precious survival resource for him, and it would be a pity to lose even one drop.

Ren Zhong stood up from the recliner, walked to the window, and looked down from the low balcony to the almost invisible slum.

Now, Ren Zhong has blended in very well, taking to the water like a fish in water. He can disguise himself very well and can almost even fool himself.

He had even gradually forgotten the ferocity of the hunter.

But whenever there was no one around, there was still lingering confusion and anger in his eyes.

Although he has lived a good life, he still hates this world from the bottom of his heart.

Other people's affairs are too far away, but he often sees the teenage mother and son who live next door to his house.

The old woman is not lazy. Almost every morning, she and her son put the heavy sewing machine to the door and mend clothes for people.

Her fee is an average of 0.02 contribution points per piece.

However, due to the 10% transaction tax, she had to adopt the accounting method of charging. When she needed to buy something, she would go to customers with higher accounting amounts to pay on their behalf.

But here's the problem.

Some customers will refuse to pay.

Some customers die happily with unpaid debts.

It is common for old women to lose all their money in business.

As for the young man, he either wanders around the town like a ghost during the day, looking for casual workers, or he goes to a second-hand bookstore to browse the books there.

He had read the "Xinghuo Town Gunsmith's Survival Guide" for the third time.

The mother and son worked so hard, but still lived in such misery.

Under Ren Zhong's mansion, there are still naughty children gathering together from time to time, doing graffiti, or using the high-end alloy plate wall, which is much more stable than ordinary houses, as a goal to play football.

Then from time to time, parents would come over in panic, tugging on their children’s ears, taking off their pants and spanking their children, both boys and girls, downstairs, looking at him with pleading and nervous eyes, and mouthing He apologized profusely.

Many of the matriarchs were wearing ill-fitting baggy clothes, apparently leftovers from the men in the family, but empty of anything underneath.

As long as they lean down, Ren Zhong can see too many scenery that cannot be said to be spring or tragedy.

No, here comes another scantily clad woman.

She is tall and her hair is slightly messy.

She faced the sky with her bare face and tried her best to look up at Ren Zhong's window in the sunshine.

She raised her neck and puffed out her chest.

She was showing off her slight beauty.

This is the eighth time she has come downstairs to Ren Zhong in the past few days.

Ren Zhong knew what she wanted to sell.

She's not the only one, either.

Even, him...and them.

Just a passable board house, a first-level exoskeleton armor suit, and a brand new motorcycle can turn these low-level people into moths to fight the fire.

This cannot be said to be noble or despicable, it is just a way of living for all living beings to show their magical powers.

However, Ren Zhong does not enjoy all this.

Having seen heaven, he could not look straight at hell.

There was only anger in his heart, and anger reminded him every moment that the world should not be like this.

Anger can only make him realize more clearly that he is actually incompatible with this world.

Avoiding the earnest gaze of the woman downstairs, Ren Zhong clenched his fists, turned around and returned to the room.

Tonight, it's time to fight.

…

Since the eighth day, he has spent five extra days outside at night.

Starting on the ninth day, he paddled a little.

He was indeed depressed due to severe lack of sleep. Not long after he was in the car, he put his head on the window and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, the team had just completed a hunt and were about to get back into the car. When Wen Lei tried to move him to the passenger seat.

Ren Zhong rubbed his eyes in confusion, "Are you finished? I'm sorry, why didn't you call me just now?"

Zheng Tian smiled and said: "Actually, I called, but Brother Ren, you didn't react at all. We thought that our opponent was not strong and we could handle it ourselves, so we let you sleep a little longer."

Ou Youning also said: "Yes. Brother Ren, you are acting like a night watchman now. Just rest peacefully, we can handle it. Anyway, now we are in the morning..."

"Ahem!" Zheng Tian coughed violently, interrupting Ou Youning.

Ren Zhongzhong looked like he didn't get enough sleep during the day, which was a little abnormal, but still acceptable.

No one stipulates that if you sleep at night, you are not allowed to sleep during the day.

In fact, even if many people sleep well at night with their watches, they often stay at home lazily during the day and refuse to move.

Being awake like that is no different from being asleep.

Ren Zhong thought for a while and said, "Then, wake me up when you encounter problems, such as the den of the Xu beast or the second-level Xu beast."

"OK!"

As a result, Ren Zhong began paddling confidently and boldly in the morning.

It's just right, anyway, when it's almost noon, people from the professional team will always find ways to come to your door and ask for a chance tax.

Due to heavy paddling, the team's hunting progress in the morning was naturally lackluster.

Zheng Tian, ​​who is not stupid, has already seen through Ren Zhong's previous behavior style.

Brother Ren is deliberately avoiding the blackmail from professional teams.

Although Zheng Tian felt in her heart that there would be a risk of exposure sooner or later, it was a bit dangerous and could easily lead to accidents.

But then she thought about it, since this was the decision of the census officer himself, even if the professional team really discovered the secret, it didn't seem to be a big deal.

By noon, Ren Zhong, who had only been woken up intermittently twice in the morning, finally had enough sleep and fully regained his energy.

In the afternoon, the whole team changed from the decline in the morning and started a large-scale sweep again.

The one being targeted today is still Shuya Mountain.

The small Shuya Mountain is like Shen Wansan's cornucopia, filled with endless beasts.

Even if a bunch of leeks were cut not long ago, new rodent beasts have grown out, and they can't be cut off.

On the ninth day, the harvest was still abundant.

…

Everyone's connivance further fueled Ren Zhong's arrogance.

On the tenth day, Ren Zhong simply went to bed as soon as he got in the car.

Others even deliberately lowered their voices during communication for fear of disturbing him.

He paddled like this for five consecutive mornings.

The image of struggle in everyone's mind gradually collapsed.

Maybe this is the corrupt life that barren people will never understand.

Playing and singing every night to the fullest, only a carefree senior citizen can live such a heartless life and live well.

Ren Zhong compressed his operation time during the day, but the team's gains during these five days did not decrease.

The reason is simple. As the economy gradually becomes better, everyone in the team has not stopped moving forward.

The strength of the team is increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zheng Tian got a new gun. Although it was the same level one, it had undergone more extreme modifications. Many performance indicators such as shooting accuracy, loading speed, continuous firing speed and smoothness of high-power bullets had all improved by leaps and bounds.

Ou Youning finally started to buy many good products that he could only drool over before but never dared to buy. He became more proficient and sharp in playing the trick of art is explosion.

Bai Feng began to inject valuable new medicine again. The dark scales on his hands were becoming increasingly shiny.

In addition to training every day, Wen Lei also spent money to fine-tune and modify the armor, inserting new things into the basic modules, or replacing some parts with better performance indicators.

In the past, when everyone encountered the second-level Ruin Beast, they would either avoid it and avoid fighting, or they would tentatively ambush them after careful preparation.

If you miss a hit, you will immediately turn thousands of miles away.

Now, as long as you meet someone who is alone, after a little planning, you can get a wave of A, and the flying dragon rider will lose somehow.

Even if it is a pair of second-level beasts, a plan is not impossible.

Ren Zhong first held off one, and the other four surrounded one, and secured one.

One day, the team even had a small team of three second-level beasts.

Zheng Tian has a kite. Ou Youning blew up the other two first, then Ren Zhong dragged away the one who was more seriously injured in the explosion, and Wen Lei and Bai Feng dragged away the other one.

After a few minutes of fierce fighting, Ren Zhong first killed his opponent with a sword, and then went to support Wen Lei and Bai Feng.

When Zheng Tian kited the only survivor back, the chips of the other two beasts were taken out by Chen Hanyu.

Of course, the decisive factor for the team's strength lies in Ren Zhong, whose combat skills have improved too quickly.

In just a few days, he has gone from a new mecha fighter to a seasoned battlefield veteran.

At first, his moves against the Ruin beasts were gorgeous. Although they always had miraculous effects, they also consumed a lot of physical and armor energy.

But gradually, he began to return to his original nature, every move was precise, but he could always use the smallest range of movements to achieve the best fighting effect.

As for his various parameters, there is no need to measure them. The naked eye can tell that the increase is astonishing.

Everyone became curious and doubtful again.

This rapid improvement in combat skills is too scary!

Is there an expert taking him flying?

Could it be that the sparring at his friend's house he was talking about was serious sparring?

Ju Qingmeng is in charge of an arms mall, so according to the rules, he should be a graduate majoring in ordnance management, and he should not have this ability.

Who could it be from the small town?

Could it be that she is Ma Xiaoling, the daughter of the town guard captain and the mayor Ma Dafu, who is known as the strongest level four mecha warrior in the town?

Among all the whims and whims of the crazy people, during these five days of swimming in the morning, having sex in the afternoon, and having sex in the evening, Ren Zhong earned an average of 73.77 points every day.

During the day, the income from working with others fluctuates between 30 and 50 RMB, and at night, the personal income fluctuates between 25 and 40 RMB.

But Ren Zhong felt that he had made a great sacrifice. After all, he was unable to use his watch to sleep for five consecutive days, which directly resulted in the loss of 5 contribution points of the locked start-up capital gained after sleeping.

Sad.

…

Everything went well, but now, Ren Zhong still decided to give it a try in his own room.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon on the 13th day. Once again, everyone returned with a full load and successfully cashed in. Ren Zhong's personal assets reached an astonishing figure of 430.66.

But he is still 257.34 contribution points short of "Sid Meier's Armor Experience".

According to the normal speed, he would not be able to make enough money before the professional title assessment begins on the night of the fifteenth day.

He had also thought about being lazy, so there was no need to work so hard.

But anger at the world woke him up.

He didn't know exactly when he would die or how he would die.

He would never forget Bei Lihui's cold and indifferent expression when he shot his body to pieces.

This made him angrier and more vigilant than dying at the hands of beasts and hunters.

Every time I think about it, I always get goosebumps all over my body.

He's so insecure.

If you don't move forward desperately, then your survival will depend entirely on luck and other people's moods.

Now that I have decided to get "Armor Insights" this time, I cannot allow myself to slow down my progress.

Stock trading has been forced to be put on hold for the time being, so you must get "Armor Tips" to calm your inner uneasiness.

If he really wanted to be lazy, he could have found a more labor-saving way.

For example, just paddle around for a few days, and then wipe your neck cleanly and say goodbye.

When I come here next time, I will cut down on all non-essential expenses and just follow the crowd for ten days and a half, then go into the stock market to make some bad money for ten days, and then use the money I cashed out to buy "Armor Tips".

This operation is both easy and delicious.

But there is no choice.

His self-motto when he was studying was "What you can learn today cannot be left until tomorrow."

Now his motto has become "What can be done in this life cannot be left to the next life. If possible, I actually don't want to die even once."

He took out the auxiliary on-board computer and started inputting information.

He was sorting out the information about the second-level beasts that he had let go of each other in the past few days, and formulating tonight's course of action and battle plan.

Yes, he wanted to fight in the wilderness alone, and he was going to leapfrog the level.

Forty minutes later, Ren Zhong got up, went downstairs, rode his motorcycle and went straight to the arms mall.

"Manager Ju, this is the list of goods I want. I'm sorry to bother you."

Ju Qingmeng: "Disposable high-frequency plasma daggers, sticky acid etching sprays, explosive fishing nets... Mr. Ren, why do you want these weird things?"

Ren Zhong didn't know how to answer, so he could only say: "I have some unique hobbies."

"Oh...Mr. Ren, you are really good at playing. But if the other party is a professional, ahem, don't kill someone easily. Or, don't let others know about it."

Ju Qingmeng understood again.

Ren Zhong rolled his eyes and thought of another strange thing.

The world is out of control.

Destroy it.

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