I Am Also An Extraordinary Creature
Chapter 110 - 108 - Ability to Sell but Not to Buy_1

Chapter 110: 108 Chapter Ability to Sell but Not to Buy_1

After returning, Liu Haipeng immediately contacted Li Yun to finalize the details of their next exploration. Now they had too many people; they were thoroughly prepared. Should any of the Alien Phenomenon creature’s companions encounter them, as long as the other party wasn’t brain-dead, they’d surely realize what was happening.

If it had been a normal exploration team, it would have been different. They could pretend to have stumbled upon this place by chance and thus started to arrange for resource collection here. The important thing was not to allow others to associate them with Zheng Yichen after being discovered.

"Let’s handle it this way, sigh, everything requires strong backing to be feasible." After the details were set, Li Yun sighed helplessly. Liu Haipeng had given up so decisively, but having known Liu Haipeng for decades, he of course knew that Liu Haipeng was also reluctant to let go.

It was just that he was wiser.

"Isn’t that the truth? If we had combat power like his, we wouldn’t need to worry too much about this. Come, come, let me show you a treasure." Liu Haipeng took out a thermos and poured a cup of water for Li Yun.

"Goji berries, huh? Makes sense, you’re getting on in years..."

"Bullshit! Drink up, and don’t go blabbing about it later."

"What is this stuff... Hm? Hmm!? Give me another cup!!"

With a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, Liu Haipeng put the thermos away: "Forget it, we’ll savor it when we’re done with the work here. I’ve got plenty more good stuff."

Li Yun, looking at Liu Haipeng’s mysterious demeanor, said somewhat speechlessly, "You’re over fifty and yet you lure people in like an old lady, how can you be so enticing?"

"Just push through these next few days, the harder you work, the more good stuff we can bring back. Then our tea sessions will be all the more enjoyable. Oh, and I also have wine, better than this tea."

"..." Li Yun wiped his face and stood up resolutely: "I won’t sleep these next two days!"

That cup of tea had made him feel years younger and brimming with energy. Staying awake and busying himself for a mere two days was nothing. He wanted to drink the kind of alcohol Liu Haipeng talked about!

On Zheng Yichen’s side, he looked at the two huge bags hanging on his motorcycle and suddenly felt quite satisfied with his current identity. It was just that the motorcycle he customized was a bit small. In the future, he planned to get a more convenient vehicle.

The hover car had been fiddled with for so many days that a group of post-apocalyptic technicians, aside from getting headaches from the noise, had made no progress. The durability of the device couldn’t be said to be very high—it was sturdy, but still inadequate against a cutting machine.

Even after cutting it open, they had no way of circumventing its anti-theft system. In the end, they resorted to disassembly, taking apart all the removable parts to carry away. Along with the previously scavenged items, the motorcycle Zheng Yichen now rode was quite strained.

"Maybe... a semi-trailer?"

It wasn’t a difficult decision. A semi-trailer was simply made, and two days later, Liu Haipeng looked at the expanded convoy, now four hundred strong. Every person there wore an irrepressible excitement on their faces.

Although most of the items they acquired here had to be stored in the warehouse, there were some personal effects they could keep, such as watches, glasses, and various trinkets and toys to take back for the kids.

Overflowing cargo could be seen in each compartment of those rudimentary land trains.

This group of post-apocalyptic survivors had looted the Quarantine Zone so thoroughly it would bring tears to even the most greedy officials.

"It’s really nice that we can take the scenic route home." Back at the camp, Liu Haipeng said to Zheng Yichen with some emotion, even though Zheng Yichen’s current ride, a motorcycle semi-trailer, was a bit tacky, he knew how special the things Zheng Yichen was bringing back were...

Dusk Cathedral, he had learned about this place from those transmigrators and knew its general location. Maybe he would visit it when he had the chance in the future.

"I hope you all will continue to grow stronger in the future." Zheng Yichen waved goodbye to Liu Haipeng and his group. After spending over half a month together, their friendship might not be too profound, but Zheng Yichen had witnessed the unity and fighting spirit of these post-apocalyptic survivors.

"We definitely will!" Liu Haipeng replied earnestly. This haul was massive—a high-end robot with primary to university-level courses, albeit this robot could only perform secondary authentication and had internal damage requiring repair, but it possessed very comprehensive data.

With the right tools, it could self-repair, and as for the power supply issue, they were no longer short on electricity.

"So then... goodbye."

"It’s ’see you if destiny allows.’" After watching Zheng Yichen go into the distance, Li Yun approached and spoke.

Liu Haipeng also waved: "Who knows if that guy even belongs to this world, ’see you again’? Probably never again. Come on, let’s go back and have a few drinks."

"Hahaha, staying awake without sleep is worth it for those words alone."

Zheng Yichen, back on the road, looked at the map on his phone. There were no nearby Alien Phenomenon zones left, so he planned to return to Dusk Cathedral once to drop off his haul. Now with a semi-trailer, his return would take three days.

Looking at the dilapidated Dusk Cathedral that seemed so out of place in this post-apocalyptic environment, Zheng Yichen walked inside where Prioress Tia and the two sister nuns were present.

Upon seeing them, Zheng Yichen had a thought: had they been playing Landlord while he was gone? At the sound of his footsteps, they hurriedly packed away the cards and went back to their respective tasks.

This scenario flashed in his mind: "I’m back."

"Mm." Prioress Tia looked at Zheng Yichen briefly and nodded gently, then pulled out a notebook and began making some entries.

"Can I take a look at that?" Zheng Yichen curiously looked at the small notebook in her hand.

Tia handed over the small notebook, which she had just finished recording in. The content was very simple — Zheng Yichen: merit points 5.

The notebook was brand new, and this record was on the very first page. Zheng Yichen voiced his question, "How important is this thing, really?"

"If we were to exchange it for the value of currency, one merit point is equivalent to one million in Old Capital," Prioress Tia gave Zheng Yichen a concrete explanation of its value.

Zheng Yichen immediately asked, "Then can I give Dusk Cathedral one million to get a new merit point? I don’t mind paying a bit extra for the service fee."

"No."

Great, exchanging for money is definitely a losing deal, Zheng Yichen thought as he began hauling stuff over to Dusk Cathedral, heaving several large bags over with grunts of effort. The three nuns simply stood by and watched, with the eldest sister among the nuns holding a broom, none showing any intention to help.

After moving the stuff over, Zheng Yichen dusted off his hands and pulled out his nearly shattered pistol, "Can you fix it?"

"Yes."

"Just with money?"

"It’s not completely damaged, money will suffice," said the youngest among the nuns. "Eighty thousand."

"Fix it."

Zheng Yichen said without hesitation. Although the material of the short pistol wasn’t great, its function was undeniable, providing a kind of special control skill through its mental influence. Although using it improperly could lead to unselective control, using it as a thrown weapon to trick someone was quite feasible.

In the future, he planned to get some premium materials to improve the weapon’s durability; this was one of the perks that both Proxy Agents and Dusk mercenaries could enjoy.

For others outside these two roles, Dusk Cathedral only offered weapon repairs, and wouldn’t handle anything like processing or enhancement.

Zheng Yichen didn’t have eighty thousand in cash, but he did have gold.

As Zheng Yichen watched in astonishment, the younger nun plucked a piece of gold from the block Zheng Yichen had brought out.

??? Looking at the piece missing from the gold in his hand, he knew the material was soft, but was it really so easy to just pinch off a piece like slicing a cake? He gave it a try.

He failed.

Damn... not testing the nuns’ purity was indeed a wise choice.

Sitting on a bench inside the cathedral, Zheng Yichen looked at the letters in his hand, all messages from Katrina’s side, with one for each day. The storage also held many more items, including fresh pastries, which were right in front of him, being savored by Zheng Yichen.

He pulled out a piece of paper and began writing down the content he wanted to relay: how he hadn’t encountered any incidents, that there was no need for daily updates, though it was fine if they really had nothing better to do, and how rich his recent haul had been, even picking out many fine pieces of jewelry for her.

"Hmm," Zheng Yichen nodded slightly after looking over the letter he had written, and suddenly noticed something surprising. Prioress Tia had appeared beside him at some point, holding the now-repaired short pistol in her hand.

His senses were not poor now, and even in the relaxed environment of Dusk Cathedral, he should have noticed someone so sizable approaching.

"It’s like brand new," Zheng Yichen examined the repaired pistol, which looked just as it had before any damage.

"Right, I want to learn that bait-making method you mentioned earlier."

"...Can," Prioress Tia nodded. She took the pen from the table where Zheng Yichen had placed it, turned over the used sheet of paper, and wrote a list of materials that Zheng Yichen couldn’t understand, along with the production process.

Tia’s handwriting was very neat, as if printed out from a printer, in a typeface Zheng Yichen fancied before his transmigration.

"It’s done."

"..." Staring at the paper filled with writing, Zheng Yichen blinked his eyes. The method seemed as if following an instruction manual step by step should be stable enough. He understood about the one hundred milliliters of blood, but the materials were beyond his comprehension, "Cough, since weapons are being processed here, is it possible to work on other items for money? I’ll pay."

"Six thousand per batch."

"Then let’s start with five... three batches for now. I won’t be hunting recently, no need to prepare too much."

Prioress Tia took Zheng Yichen to the infirmary to draw blood. The decrepit Dusk Cathedral had such a facility, where exactly three hundred milliliters of blood were drawn.

After the blood draw, Zheng Yichen returned to the cathedral and began organizing his previous loot. The gold didn’t need discussion; that was his ticket to wealth. The jewelry was un-certificated but worth keeping as a collection. The engine dismantled from the hovercar and some incomprehensible parts were something he considered having refitted at a trustworthy research institute later on.

He was determined to use them as soon as possible. Then there were the various items scavenged from Oma’s residence, making this haul more abundant than he ever imagined.

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