The wasteland people are too bitter.
I’m too bitter as well.
I’ve worked so hard, managing everything with such caution and prudence.
After being fooled once, I even turned myself from a scientist into an actor when facing Bei Lihui.
I used all my strength to please this world, only to end up with this fate.
I will never accept it!
Ren Zhong hated the world’s gray and gloomy sky.
He hated the apathetic expressions on the faces of people who watched the young mother and child.
He hated the persistent haunting of Lin Wang and Bei Lihui.
He hated the shackles that constantly bound everyone in this world.
He hated the visible but forever unreachable carrots.
He hated the strict rules with no end in sight.
He hated the judgment from the Hunters above him that seemed to descend at any moment.
He hated everything about this world!
Only now did he realize how intensely one’s anger could burn.
It turned out that the peak of anger might not necessarily lead to hysteria but could also be extreme indifference.
Deep darkness enveloped bit by bit.
The street corner where he stood was almost devoid of light, as if transformed into a black hole.
The Hunter had already soared away, and the crowd that had dispersed earlier was gradually returning.
No one cared for the corpses on the ground.
Tomorrow morning, when it’s time to work, wasteland cleaners will naturally handle the scene.
Now it was off-work hours, and everyone was busy with side jobs, no time to spare.
Ren Zhong once again merged into the crowd and headed toward the direction of the White Wall at the town center.
He had actually expected everything that happened today.
The development of things always had traces to follow, and he had long discovered the clues hidden in numerous details.
First, having just arrived in this world, he didn’t have many options. The first team he encountered was the Zheng Tian Squad, the ones he knew best, and the cooperation was generally pleasant. He couldn’t abandon this and try to contact other Scavenger Teams, could he? Besides, his joining would inevitably enhance the team’s strength, and choosing others might not be better. Moreover, he might get betrayed by his own people before any problems arose from the Professionals.
Second, he grew up in a peaceful era of a prosperous nation, so despite being cautious, his path was too smooth, inevitably leaving a fluke mindset, just taking one step at a time.
Now, time had given him the final answer.
A cold, murderous smile gradually emerged on Ren Zhong’s lips.
Since there’s no way to escape, might as well dig the grave early and undertake a seemingly futile revenge for the sake of revenge.
Originally intending to interact peacefully with this world as an ordinary person.
But the world holds no room for acceptance.
Thus, why not start going mad now?
I want to transform this world into a shape that suits me, Ren Zhong!
In front of the Miracle Clinic.
The light on the second floor of the clinic was still on.
Ren Zhong gently knocked on the door.
From the speaker hanging outside came Sun Miao’s angry roar.
"I don’t care who you are, get lost! I’m off duty!"
Ren Zhong ignored Sun Miao’s threat and knocked again.
"Damn it, won’t stop, huh? I’m remembering your face! You’ll never come here for treatment again!"
A box above the clinic’s main door clicked open, and a camera poked out.
Ren Zhong briefly adjusted his mask, turning off the one-way transparent mode to reveal his face, "Open up, it’s me."
"I thought you were already dead."
"So you can finally rest easy and conduct your forbidden research?"
Sun Miao snapped, "Shut up! You promised not to mention it again!"
Before Ren Zhong could reply, Sun Miao added, "You’re here to ask for my help, right? No problem, stay here tonight, and I’ll find a way to send you out in the morning."
Sun Miao had already heard from patients about Ren Zhong being wanted.
Moreover, he wasn’t afraid of offending Lin Wang or Ma Dafu because his own risks were greater and more terrifying.
Ren Zhong shook his head, "No fleeing. It’s meaningless. A formal warrant will come eventually, and I’m destined to be taken down by the Hunters."
Sun Miao fell silent for a few seconds at his words.
Instinctively, he thought, Good news!
Yet, instead of secretly laughing, this old sprayer let out a sigh, "Who told you to have a loose screw and impersonate a Pu Cha officer."
Ren Zhong: "If I told you I never impersonated and it was all others imagining, would you believe me?"
Sun Miao shrugged, "Does it matter?"
Ren Zhong asked again, "True. But without the Pu Cha officer thing, if I asked you to mediate the conflict with Lin Wang, could you?"
Sun Miao shook his head, "Lin Wang would show me some respect in person, since he doesn’t want to offend me too much. But what good does that do? Firstly, your teammates are already dead. Secondly, I’m a doctor, not an omniscient god. Lin Wang is much stronger than you, and he has countless ways to discreetly kill you. How can I help? Seek revenge for you? I’m just a doctor with no power."
Ren Zhong nodded, "Quite right."
Sun Miao: "So what are you planning?"
Ren Zhong: "I heard you have stimulants that can unlock human potential?"
Sun Miao nodded, "Yes, but they’re meaningless."
"You’re not thinking of striking first under the cover of night, are you?"
Sun Miao: "But you’re just a First Level Professional."
Ren Zhong: "As far as I know, Lin Wang and his team don’t live in the communal sleep capsules or the villas inside the White Wall. Their manor is built under the White Wall, outside the residential area for Citizens. Lin Wang does not allow the teams under him to foster Second Level Professionals, proving he is extremely suspicious. Apart from his five team members, he has no reliable subordinates. He also wouldn’t entrust his night-time safety to hired Second or Third Level Professionals. As for Lin Wang’s team members, they’re Fourth Level professionals who hunt during the day, so it’s unlikely they’re Night Watchmen. Hence, the team’s nighttime defense consists of automated armed systems, right?"
Sun Miao shrugged and nodded, "Yeah, your analysis makes sense. But I know you’re dreaming. They once paid a large sum to have me treat injuries in their manor. I saw then that they’re using the third-generation Iron Curtain automatic defense system. Below Third Level professionals, anyone who goes in dies. Even those who’ve passed the Third Level certification have less than a 50% chance of getting in. So, your analysis is pretty much useless."
"That’s why I’m asking for drugs from you, isn’t it? Give me, an overdose."
"Ha? You still want it?"
"Do you really have a death wish?"
"Do I have a choice? If I don’t kill them, I die. If I kill them, since they’re Starfire Resources’ minions, I’ll still die tomorrow. Either way, I’m dead, so of course I choose to die without regrets."
Sun Miao pondered for a moment, "Fine, I can give you a lethal ten-fold dose. But you have to pay. Cost price, five hundred points."
Ren Zhong spread his hands, "No money."
Sun Miao got angry, "Again!? That’s too much, isn’t it?"
"Isn’t the drug that ensures my death exactly what you anticipated?"
Sun Miao gritted his teeth, "But if I don’t give it to you, you’ll still die tomorrow!"
"I’ve set up an automatic post; with just a thought, our scandal will appear on the Virtual Life community forum."
Watching Ren Zhong’s departing back pushing the door open, a very complicated light flashed in Sun Miao’s eyes.
This unstable time bomb was finally going to die.
Though extorted once again, this must be a good thing.
But Sun Miao felt unhappy.
After a long time, he slammed the door shut and muttered to himself, "Damn, did his extortion actually create feelings in me? Damn it!"
At this moment, Ren Zhong was quite satisfied.
According to Sun Miao, after injecting a tenfold dose of the potion, he would become extremely excited, and his brain’s cognitive sharpness would rise to more than ten times above normal.
In simple terms, his Brain Reaction Index would shoot up from the current 52.9 to 529, far surpassing the baseline 300 of a Third Level Mechanical Warrior.
His physical strength would also be greatly enhanced, far exceeding the standard of 21st-century athletes of a certain nation.
This state would last for about six hours.
After the effect wore off, he would burn through his last bit of brainpower in the extreme excited state and then quickly fall into coma and death.
Not even the strongest medical technology on Source Star—the Molecular Regeneration Device—could save him.
This was precisely what he wanted, completely eliminating the risk of being captured and tortured alive.