Resurrection Empire
Chapter 88 - 62: Sun Miao’s Modest Harvest and Determined Efforts

Chapter 88: Chapter 62: Sun Miao’s Modest Harvest and Determined Efforts

"Sigh, what a big loss."

Ren Zhong sat down heavily on the ground, hugging the spare storage box borrowed from Chen Han, panting heavily.

Beside him, the Alloy Battle Blade lay idly on the ground.

His face alternated between red and white, not from exhaustion, but from anger.

It was now 5:32 in the morning.

The blue sun had yet to rise above the horizon, but a faint glow was visible in the sky.

Dawn was breaking.

Having toiled all night like an ant, Ren Zhong had just finished his final battle for the day.

The corpse of the Blade Mantis lay quietly beside him, colorful tissue fluid seeping from the back of its head.

...

Having roamed the Iron Worm Forest for quite some time, the extremely savage and domineering Blade Mantis was dead. It died as always, utterly lacking the dignity of a Third Level Ruined Beast, humiliated into the dirt.

The pitiful Blade Mantis hadn’t even touched Ren Zhong once from start to finish.

It had woken up early, whistling and singing happily, hover-gliding along, ready to visit its first Iron Step Beetle concubine.

With just one more leap, it could land beside the Iron Step Beetle.

Unexpectedly, that leap was its undoing.

In a fierce explosion of fire, a large amount of nano-sized neodymium iron boron magnetic powder erupted, enveloping it tightly.

In an instant, the Blade Mantis, joints filled with powder, stumbled to its feet, attempting to flee.

But a man clad in First Level Balanced Basic Exoskeleton emerged from the side, blocking its path with a blade.

Ordinarily, against such an opponent, it could kill many with one swipe.

But now it felt extremely uncomfortable, its movements significantly slowed.

With each extension of its body, it felt a vibration from the magnetic powder grinding in its joints.

At this moment, it didn’t want to bother with this prey in front of it but turned to evade.

However, the man adjusted his speed with its change of direction, circling around and blocking its path again with the blade.

The Blade Mantis, a tiger fallen to the plains, angrily raised its blade arm, intending to cleave the man in two from above.

But it failed.

The man seemed to know it better than it knew itself.

As soon as its head lifted, the man anticipated its next slashing move, sidestepping in advance and appearing at its side, striking the vital point at the back of its head with the Alloy Battle Blade.

The Blade Mantis had to switch tactics, lowering its head and lunging forward, then striding with its long legs to run away.

This Third Level Ruined Beast sensed the scent of death from this First Level opponent.

It was scared and wanted to escape.

It actually wanted to fly, but too much dust was jammed in its wing joints, making even spreading its wings difficult.

Expressionless, Ren Zhong pursued from behind, continuously stabbing its back of the head with the Alloy Battle Blade.

The desperate Blade Mantis turned around, intending to slash with its blade.

But at that moment, Ren Zhong’s exoskeleton armor’s output power surged to 50 kilowatts, dramatically increasing speed as he sidestepped and lunged forward again, sliding behind the Blade Mantis.

The Alloy Battle Blade struck straight at the back of its head!

Hit!

Penetrated!

The Battle Blade pierced through the Blade Mantis’s triangular head, emerging from its mouth.In agony, the dying Blade Mantis began to frantically swing its blade arms.

But Ren Zhong had already abandoned the sword and retreated twenty meters away.

A voice prompt echoed in his armored helmet.

"Preset program executed, completion rate 100%."

Ren Zhong smiled slightly.

Success.

Just like the night of the assault on Lin Wang Manor, affected by the exceptionally long operation delay brought by the amplifier, Ren Zhong employed a strategy of inputting all action commands in advance.

He handed over combat control to the program.

This allowed him to fully showcase the ultimate strength of a First Level Mecha Warrior with minimal carrying power usage.

What he relied on was his intimate understanding of this old friend, the Blade Mantis, having fought it many times and become thoroughly familiar with its body structure and fighting style.

Plan the script, build the model, formulate the plan, execute the program, dismantle the operation—all done in one go, everything under control.

Sadly, despite the gains from a night of exercise and drug absorption, his carrying power only increased to 2.2 kilowatts. The amplifier’s magnification reached a high of 22.7 times, exceeding the normal safety threshold by 10 times, putting a considerable burden on his body, exhausting him greatly.

Ren Zhong waited until the Blade Mantis was completely dead before starting to dismantle the Crystal Chip with his fatigued body, and that’s when things went wrong.

...

Checking the storage box again, Ren Zhong rolled his eyes, feeling a heartache so severe it was hard to breathe.

Even though he knew given his Demolition Master level, forcefully dismantling a Third Level Ruined Beast was indeed challenging, and producing items was already a blessing, he was still upset when it happened.

The Blade Mantis Crystal Chip, originally valued at 80 points, appeared dim with a few visible tiny cracks.

The chip’s integrity was only 60%, leading to a markdown.

As a solo account sale, he would have to pay an extra 10% tax, making it worth only 42 points.

Fortunately, the Blade Mantis carcass was still valuable, selling for 35 points.

Including the 8 First Level Ruined Beasts dealt with earlier tonight, selling all the chips would recover 14 points.

The total haul for tonight was 91 points.

Not quite a hundred.

Oh well, still okay.

Ren Zhong got up, brought over the motorcycle, pulled a large sack from the rear compartment, roughly stuffed the Blade Mantis carcass inside, tied it tightly like a wrapped dumpling, strapped it onto the motorcycle’s back seat, secured it, and left.

On the journey back, even Ren Zhong couldn’t help but feel a sigh in his heart.

The person remained the same, but the times were different.

He still remembered his first arrival at Starfire Town, spending the first night begrudgingly sleeping in a communal hibernation pod, earning a meager reward of 0.1 Contribution Points.

Now, he was a mighty man capable of creating unimaginable wealth for the underclass’s entire lifespan in a single night with his own hands.

This is undeniably a miracle!

Yet, it is the power of the time turbine, and even more so the result of my bloody struggle.

The walls of Starfire Town loomed in the distance as Ren Zhong couldn’t resist tightening his grip on the throttle.

Believe in yourself, I can do it.

One day...

...

At 7:30 in the morning, Ren Zhong fell into a deep sleep on the second-floor deck chair at the Miracle Clinic.

He was too sleepy now and needed a nap; his house was still under repair, and going to the communal hibernation pod was too conspicuous at this time.

Sleeping elsewhere might attract a sneak attack from oblivious settlers; he thought and decided that Brother Sun’s place was the most reliable.

Don’t ask why Sun Miao let him sleep on the second floor; ask and the answer will be that their relationship is solid.

Downstairs, as Sun Miao prepared medication for people, he cursed under his breath, "Damn it, thinking you’re so great because you can post automatically. I’ve really had the worst luck ever running into you."

Upstairs, Ren Zhong drifted into dreamland and coincidentally entered the hibernation space to glance at the stock market.

Very well, Yadi Energy launched punctually last night.

Starting last night, the ordinary stockholders of Yadi Energy who got on board, are hesitating whether to get on board, got on and off, or got off and then on again would have a thrilling six days and nights, experiencing the world’s malice and temptation in a cruel human test.

Only Ren Zhong, holding just one share, could lightly watch the clouds gather and disperse, savoring the world’s brilliance.

I may not earn the most, but I definitely live the most comfortably.

All those techniques about high selling and low buying, or K-line chart technical analysis, or small and big shareholders’ games are minor tricks.

Only by foreseeing the future can one stand unyielding in the stock market’s bloody storm, an eternal Emperor.

After a brief scan of the market, Ren Zhong recalculated his profits and decided he must accumulate 200 points by tomorrow.

Tomorrow afternoon, there will be a demon stock king that should not be missed.

This demon king will soar from a starting price of 1.94, achieving a 77% increase within a day before plummeting again.

Ren Zhong decided to get involved and snatch away Zheng Tian’s Thunderbolt Car.

He hoped Zheng Tian wouldn’t blame him for being ruthless; it was all to save them.

Upon waking, it was already 1 in the afternoon. Ren Zhong ate his fill with the Nutritional Ointment given by Brother Sun, while wiping his mouth and burping on his way downstairs.

Huh?

A long queue of dozens of people stretched along the front counter on the first floor.

The room was already full, with the line extending out the clinic door and curling around in a large circle.

Behind the registration counter, Sun Miao was busy and content.

Murmurs occasionally arose from the queuing crowd.

Many expressed relief, glad they got injured this morning and not yesterday.

Some stated they were lucky to have fallen ill the previous night.

Others proudly declared they’d been experiencing chronic appendicitis symptoms for days, enduring in hopes their strong constitution would pull through, nearly facing collapse, only to benefit from today’s good fortune. Their money was just enough for an 80% discount on the consultation fee, saving their lives.

Numerous others nodded in agreement, echoing the sentiment of shared insight and heroism.

Ren Zhong listened for a few seconds and understood.

Is the sun rising in the west today?

As the town’s only doctor conducting exclusive business, Sun Miao was actually offering a discount promotion celebration!

Today and tomorrow, consultations are 20% off!

No wonder all these settlers gathered here.

Ren Zhong felt a bit surprised.

If memory served, Brother Sun would shut his doors tightly with a seven-day truce sign hanging right after getting his sample.

Today, however, he not only didn’t close but also seemed to have a surge of vigor.

Seeming to sense the abyssal gaze from behind, Sun Miao turned abruptly, catching sight of Ren Zhong leisurely descending with a Nutritional Ointment stain at the corner of his mouth.

Ren Zhong, meeting Sun Miao’s gaze filled with resentment tinged with hatred, a warning lurking beneath—and a plea intertwined—immediately understood again.

Oh! I see!

It seems Brother Sun, the treasure boy, usually has hefty expenses, and this time he’s truly been exploited dry. Brother Sun isn’t having it easy either.

A newly found sense of conscience made Ren Zhong shrink his neck, embarrassed to irk Brother Sun anymore, avoiding eye contact, lowering his head as he briskly exited the clinic, hopped onto the electric motorbike parked outside, and headed straight to the Mechanical Warrior training ground.

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