Resurrection Empire
Chapter 90 - 64: Getting What One Wishes For

Chapter 90: Chapter 64: Getting What One Wishes For

At nine in the evening, Zheng Tian was in her room intensely writing down her insights.

Wen Lei, Bai Feng, and Ou Youning had all gone out.

They would go straight to the collective sleeping cabin later.

In the courtyard, only Ren Zhong and Hanyu were sitting.

Ren Zhong got up, satisfied and refreshed, and stretched lazily.

After studying for over three hours, his mind wasn’t tired, but his legs were numb.

Although it was all rote memorization, he found the profession of a Demolition Master interesting nonetheless.

Starting to learn with a foundational understanding was indeed different from his past entry as a complete novice.

In the initial stages of being a Demolition Master, the focus was on knowledge accumulation.

As long as one could remember the physiological structures of various Ruined Beasts and dissect them by rote, whether the materials were good or bad, some output would count as starting out.

But at the advanced stage, technique began to play a significant role.

Even different individuals of the same type of Ruined Beast would have many subtle differences that could only be accurately identified through extensive practice and a solid theoretical foundation, ensuring every step was precisely controlled to produce a Perfect Level Crystal Chip.

The more advanced the Ruined Beast, the more complex its variations and the higher the dissection risk.

Despite the seemingly simple work content of a Demolition Master, the demand for cognitive expansion capability even exceeded that of a Mechanical Warrior.

Fortunately, Ren Zhong had not wasted his time last time, but instead efficiently used every minute to complete the accumulation of original knowledge and extensive practical experience in advance.

Each of his deaths had significance.

He was already a seasoned player.

His experience was gradually supplemented through extensive reading and memorization.

What he now lacked was the skill to upgrade his techniques.

This was something that Hanyu, the so-called "First Level Demolition Master," could help him complete.

Hanyu removed her gloves, looking at Ren Zhong’s back with mixed feelings.

When this person initially claimed that his talent was beyond his imagination, Hanyu was actually somewhat disdainful.

But after just over three hours had passed, she moved from initial disdain to astonishment and now to shock.

Usually, a simple explanation from her would make him draw inferences and understand analogous concepts immediately.

When she demonstrated techniques, he generally only needed to watch once or twice before he could imitate them.

The first time was unfamiliar, the second was proficient, and the third was flawless, as if hacked.

Her professional pride had been utterly dismantled by Ren Zhong.

You call this "some accumulation"?

Is this the ability of someone who was once a research Citizen?

Perhaps that’s why Citizens are Citizens, while Scavengers are Scavengers.

Sigh.

It’s truly despairing.

"Mr. Ren, even if you temporarily lost your Citizen status, I believe that as long as you’re alive, you’ll eventually become a Citizen again. Your talent is enviable, whether as a Mechanical Warrior or a Demolition Master. You chose the wrong profession before."

Hanyu hesitated for a moment before speaking up.

Ren Zhong smiled, "Thank you for your kind words."

In fact, he still wanted to say that he truly excelled in scientific research rather than combat.

"If you really want to settle down in the town, you should cooperate with a team. The risk is always higher when acting alone, and you’ll lose 30% of your sales revenue to taxes, which isn’t cost-effective."

Ren Zhong’s personality was different from before, and he didn’t expect this time it would be Hanyu, who was supposed to be aloof, to extend the invitation.

But in the end, she was reserved, and only spoke halfway without laying it out clearly.

Ren Zhong nodded, "I plan to, but there’s no rush."

At this point in the conversation, Hanyu gritted her teeth and went straight to the point, "Mr. Ren, are you ignoring us because you’re waiting for an invitation from a professional team?"

Ren Zhong’s fists clenched slightly.

He shook his head, "Not really. I’m not interested in dealing with professional teams. Rest assured, if I choose a partner in town, I’ll consider you all first."

Upon hearing this, Hanyu’s face, which seemed frozen for ages, slightly melted, showing a joyful expression, "Thank you, Mr. Ren, for your favor and trust."

"No thanks needed, just mutual aid. Besides you guys, I don’t know any other trustable Scavenger Teams in town."

Ren Zhong responded with a smile.

But he was thinking, Hanyu indeed has a story.

She wasn’t as cold as she appeared, but had her own desires.

However, her desires conflicted with her "Pu Cha officer" persona, so she had always hidden them deeply.

This time, approaching under the guise of a disillusioned former Citizen who faced injustice, her ice-covered heart started to thaw.

She began to have more expectations for herself, even going so far as to do something Zheng Tian should have done.

What secrets are you harboring?

Ren Zhong gazed at her, feeling a growing curiosity.

Looking at Hanyu’s face, suddenly elevated in beauty due to her unfolding smile, Ren Zhong found her breathtakingly stunning for a moment.

This was unrelated to emotional ebbs and flows, just the pure shock of a person witnessing something beautiful.

Ren Zhong quickly turned away, thinking.

People truly look better when they smile.

At that moment, the door to a room on the side of the courtyard opened from inside, and Zheng Tian came striding in, holding a gun in her left hand and a small notebook in her right, shouting happily, "Mr. Ren, I’m done!"

Her face couldn’t conceal her delight.

Evidently, she had finished earlier and had been eavesdropping on Ren Zhong and Hanyu’s conversation.

She was a good actress, but now, seeing Ren Zhong making a final promise, she couldn’t suppress her joy.

Ren Zhong took the items, "Thanks for your hard work."

"Not hard at all!"

The three of them rode motorcycles to the collective sleeping cabin.

An anxious young boy was eagerly awaiting at the stairwell of cabin no. 13.

Yesterday, he had already received a 3-point reward.

But he anticipated more, the nearly new rapid-fire gun that Ren Zhong mentioned for just 10 points.

He was just one step away from grasping the opportunity to change his fate.

Desiring it yet fearing to lose it, he couldn’t avoid feeling anxious.

He wondered if this important person was serious or just offering casual words to motivate his work.

Of course, he hoped it was true, but common sense kept telling him that unprovoked kindness didn’t exist in this world.

From a distance, the boy saw Ren Zhong’s motorcycle roaring towards him under the street lamp, and his heart leaped into his throat.

He even silently prayed for divine protection.

The motorcycle stopped precisely beside the boy.

Raising his hand to greet, he suddenly saw two people hop off behind Ren Zhong.

The boy became dumbfounded.

These were two impressive women, the tall and curvaceous, cold and exotic Hanyu, and the petite, lovely, and bright-eyed Zheng Tian.

But their looks and figures were secondary.

Their attire showed they were among the elite Scavengers in town.

Especially the menacing sniper rifle slung on Zheng Tian’s back, which struck fear into the lower echelon scavenger boy.

The boy felt both envy and couldn’t help but develop a new curiosity about Mr. Ren’s background.

Maybe Mr. Ren’s promise to help him was genuine.

He had the capability.

"You go ahead upstairs. I’ll chat with this boy, and I won’t come up. See you tomorrow."

"Okay, Mr. Ren, see you tomorrow."

Zheng Tian handed the rapid-fire gun and the small notebook to Ren Zhong, then went upstairs side by side with Hanyu, who simply nodded.

Ren Zhong thrust the gun directly into the boy’s hands, "Here, this is your gun. You only need to transfer me 10 points; that’s the price with tax included. Take this book too; it contains tips for Gunsmiths. The baby-faced girl who went up wrote it; she’s a pretty professional First Level Gunsmith. This book might help you."

The boy took the items with both hands, stunned.

Happiness came so unexpectedly that he was caught off guard.

It was real!

All of it was real!

Mr. Ren didn’t just give me a gun; he even had someone write a manual for me!

He’s really nurturing me!

He doesn’t even know my name!

This...

The immense happiness quickly overwhelmed the boy’s emotions.

His body began to shake.

Burning tears gushed from his eyes.

At last, he understood how wonderful it felt for dreams to come true.

Oh, God!

Was it you who answered my prayers?

Have the hardships faced by my mother and me finally moved you to compassion?

The boy looked dazedly at Ren Zhong again.

Under the dim streetlight, the man wore a warm, friendly smile.

His outline seemed to shine with a gentle glow.

The boy suddenly trembled all over.

I was wrong.

The distant gods didn’t answer my prayers.

The true god was right before my eyes.

Mr. Ren made my dream come true!

But Mr. Ren is a man, not a god!

If gods truly existed, why would we lead such a life?

If there were genuinely gods, they must be filled with malice!

There are no gods, nor should there be!

How could I be foolish enough to pray to such absurdities?

"Th... thank you... thank you, Mr. Ren... I... hic... I..."

After regaining hope, the desperation and dread long suppressed in his heart finally found a vent, and the boy began to sob uncontrollably.

He covered his face and squatted to the ground, crying bitterly.

Watching the boy’s back, Ren Zhong suddenly seemed to recall seeing him fall to the ground with blood gushing from his head.

Ren Zhong suddenly wanted to find the burly Scavenger who once killed the boy and twist that beast’s head off.

Damn it! Bastard, do you know what kind of hope you destroyed?

Just to cheat ten Contribution Points!