Kingdom of Corrosion
Chapter 165 - 122: Change Car_3

Chapter 165: Chapter 122: Change Car_3

Although Peanut understood Invincible’s character, he still informed Invincible of the situation to let Invincible decide. Invincible told Peanut that even if they don’t give us the Serum, we should still give them a vehicle. Peanut suggested a pickup truck, right? They came on a bike, and only a pickup truck could carry a motorcycle away. Invincible agreed.

Emerald Feather and Maya had only met a few times, but Emerald Feather was very happy to see Maya, like best friends of over a decade, chatting incessantly while holding Maya’s hand. In Lin Wu’s memory, Emerald Feather was quite shy and spoke little. Maya seemed to be influenced by Emerald Feather and also chatted with her for a bit.

They made medicine while waiting, exchanging gaming experience. Lin Wu learned that Peanut had invented an unscrupulous method for killing monsters. Players carrying a wooden stake shaped like an anti-cavalry obstacle would place it in front when encountering zombies, causing the zombies attempting to scale it to fall over. It was effective against a dozen or so zombies, but not against larger numbers, as the zombies waiting to climb over would destroy the stakes.

A dozen? Lin Wu glanced at Maya, a dozen wasn’t enough for Maya to wash down a drink. That being said, aside from Maya and Little Knife, who were both variant individuals, even Lin Wu would inevitably get hurt facing three zombies head-on.

Peanut explained the purpose of the stakes, "They’re specifically for dealing with Blood Plague zombies, players won’t get infected if they’re near a fallen Blood Plague zombie."

Peanut illustrated with his hands, forming a fan shape, "The infection area of the Blood Plague zombies is like a trumpet shape; players will only get infected if they move within this area."

Maya felt guilty after hearing this. After teaming up with Lin Wu, Maya hadn’t paid much attention to these gaming details. Why bother experimenting if a single injection lets you fight for two hours?

At that moment, a woman in her thirties knocked and entered the medical room, saying, "Hello everyone. Peanut, a Titan has spawned near North Town, the radio is in chaos, and many people are contacting us, hoping we can take the lead in killing the Titan."

Peanut asked, "What about Shadow?"

The woman answered, "Shadow replied that no one is home, only Stone and Su Shi are there."

Peanut nodded, "Thanks," watching the woman leave.

Emerald Feather asked Peanut, "Are we going?"

"No, she didn’t say Invincible told us to make a trip," Peanut looked at Maya and Lin Wu, "Playing games leading to office governance, it’s tiring. Sorry for the embarrassment."

Lin Wu didn’t quite understand the implication, and Maya explained, "That person is the Deputy Commander, she either should have reported to Invincible first, who refused to send people, or she did not explain to Invincible at all. Her only goal was to hope Peanut would take the initiative to lead people to North Town to deal with the Titan."

Lin Wu said, "People like her should be expelled."

Maya asked back, "What did she do wrong?"

Lin Wu, "She..."

Maya said, "She didn’t instruct Peanut to take people to North Town, nor did she lie. She respects Peanut very much, informing him about the events at the base. She didn’t even ask Peanut to make a decision."

Lin Wu was surprised, "That deep?" He hadn’t expected such a simple sentence to be read as either malicious or innocent. Whether it was maliciousness or innocence, that was a matter of interpretation.

Lin Wu’s psychological growth trajectory was somewhat different from the average person, as he had never participated in work. His life experience was partly from school, partly from friendships with those much older. Without parents, Lin Wu always sought advice from his older friends, who, being more experienced, particularly admired Lin Wu’s candidness and encouraged him to live candidly. As a result, Lin Wu’s psyche skipped over the phases of youth and middle age where people normally smooth out their rough edges.

When his older friend looked back in his fifties, he realized he had lived his life for others for decades. He also broke free from his shackles to live as his true self. Whether it was right or not, there probably wasn’t an answer, as the world is made up of various independent thoughts, and allowing others to exist with their thoughts is the most fundamental social rule, though many people do not possess such an outlook.

The older friend’s life lesson was simple: "Life is short, don’t care about how others see you, and don’t waste your energy trying to please them."