Beginning with the Ubume Bird-Chapter 330 - 56 Prelude The Winters Chill
Chapter 330: Chapter 56 Prelude: The Winter’s Chill
Chapter 330: Chapter 56 Prelude: The Winter’s Chill
Sweat trickled down his forehead, dripping off his chin one drop at a time—the side effect of being struck by a Memory Bullet.
Li Yan reached out and pulled the Barrett sniper rifle from the Black Rider Ghost’s hands into his own.
[Barrett M82A1 Special Purpose Sniper Rifle]
Category: Firearms
Quality: Excellent
Made from highly reactive metal found inside a certain fruit, it possesses Memory Fusion Capability.
Feature: When loaded with a standard M33 bullet and fired, it doesn’t shoot a bullet but forms a dimensional portal connected to the “Ghost Dinghai 262” fruit, which lasts for one minute and has a maximum carrying capacity of one person.
Note: Who would use such metal to make a thermal weapon? They must be crazy.
Li Yan casually placed the Barrett into his Seal Space.
Li Yan roughly understood what Yu Shu referred to as wealth.
The “Barrett” was the key to this fruit, effectively a permanent fixed passageway.
Li Yan could enter and exit this world without hesitation, seizing benefits from it.
Genetic Modification Agents tailor-made for traversing Yan Fu, coupled with the advanced warfare technology products of this world, any single item would be a tremendous fortune to anyone who had recently entered Yan Fu.
Moreover, the trigger as a token might even earn the favor of an influential person in Yan Fu; obviously, there are individuals like Si Wenji who harbored resentment against Li Yan, but there must also be those who would remember past kindness and be willing to give Li Yan a helping hand.
Clearly, the Ghost Master Qiong Qi had a good relationship with Yu Shu.
From this perspective, Yu Shu had been very decent to him.
Li Yan pinched the back of his neck, with no visible joy on his face, but rather a sense of weariness.
The dark and harsh tactics of Qiong Qi had indeed opened Li Yan’s eyes. However, Li Yan did not comment on his actions.
Su Ling, Zhao Jianzhong, Zhan Yuejin, Cao Yuanchao.
Having glimpsed the temperaments and capabilities of the Ten Masters, Li Yan felt as if he was peeking through a bamboo fence.
Even if his body wanted to relax, his mind involuntarily started to churn.
“First, Genetic Potions that fit my enhancement direction are essential, such as Wandering Deity; but this time around, I definitely need to grab a Rank Four potion to break even. Maybe one isn’t enough. Back then, there was ‘Water Beire’ to enhance water control abilities; the products now must be even more developed…”
Li Yan’s “Wu Zhiqi” was one of the few inheritances that had a smaller impact on physical enhancement but could strengthen unique water controlling abilities. According to Qiong Qi, there was a limit to this ability to manipulate water, and Genetic Potions could raise this limit by increasing the base factor.
Controlling water’s difficulty lies far beyond that of strength, endurance, and other qualities. For instance, the flow speed of water, the amount of kinetic energy attached to it, the subtle manipulation of water streams, and many more applications Li Yan had yet to touch.
Intuition told Li Yan that getting a Genetic Modification Agent here to enhance the growth potential of his water control abilities would be infinitely beneficial for his future.
The consumption of Genetic Modification Agents also requires technique.
Having learned from Afafu about the specialty of this world, the Genetically Modified Agents, Li Yan already had a rudimentary understanding. Indeed, the development of genetic potions in Rim Winter until now had a complete and complex plan for the enhancement of warriors.
Only impoverished refugees and Hunters or low-level soldiers would consume potions directly, which is a tremendous waste of the potion’s power. If taken incorrectly, conflicting with previous consumption traces, it could even be fatal.
Officers, high-level executives of big companies, and the offspring of families would start from the basic Rank One enhancement and supplement the process with a range of devices and constant training, daily necessary genetic report checks. The dosage and frequency of potion consumption would be continually adjusted, completing in as short as one to two months or as long as three to five years.
Such a process yields Rank Three and Four soldiers far more capable than those Hunters filled with countless old wounds and unclear potion consumption trails in the wilderness.
Even though traversers have robust physiques that can shorten these steps, to obtain a specific Rank Four potion, which requires more than one type, is by no means easy.
Of course, Li Yan now had a shortcut to follow.
Black Star vehicles.
Undoubtedly, in zone B now, only they have sufficient resources to provide what Li Yan desired.
“It’s come full circle, back to the starting point…”
After collecting the Black Rider Ghost marked with signs of scorching into his six coins, Li Yan stepped out the door, straddling the Dodge Tomahawk, looking aimlessly around at the entrance of the eerie manor.
“Where to next?”
Li Yan muttered to himself.
But for some reason, Li Yan didn’t really want to return to the Black Star’s rear base; a needle-like pain dissuaded him from doing so.
He flipped through the blue map displayed by the Tactical Spider for a long time and finally whistled, steering toward the border of zone B.
He still decided not to return to the Black Star.
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Afafu had helped him quite a bit, and gossip was something to be feared; it was best not to cause her more trouble.
What temper Qiao Xing had, Li Yan wasn’t sure, but after the delight of reuniting was diluted by time, any man would not look too fondly upon him, especially under the circumstances of rampant rumors.
Wei Dan, well, she was a girl who could take good care of herself.
Shuishu Park had not held an event for several years, and since the transaction was going to take place at Qiong Qi’s private salon, Li Yan couldn’t interfere. Those three Yak genetic samples would surely fetch a high price, and Yunhai Pharmaceuticals was not too far from zone B. Since Yu Shu was once a shareholder there, Li Yan also should try his luck there.
The Dodge Tomahawk continued to flash like lightning, moving further and further away from the main encampment of the Black Star combat vehicles marked on the map.
…
“Where did you get these things?”
“That’s not important.”
“Why not communicate directly with Black Star, or simply go public with these…”
Liang Zhengyong stared straight at Ramu Jue.
Ramu Jue smiled, “Being a cult leader all these years has taught me two principles. The first is that you only have the right to call the shots once you’re at the table.”
Liang Zhengyong chuckled and shook his head, “Do you think you have the standing to be at the table now?”
“I must admit, crushing The Fourteenth Army made me underestimate my opponents. The three great powers are much stronger than I anticipated, but I still believe I’m at the table.”
Liang Zhengyong sneered but said nothing.
“The second principle is… this world is always in the hands of a few; those commoners who entrust their lives and futures to fictitious idols are just mute spectators beneath the stage of power. You can use them, but you must never tell them the truth.”
Qiao Xing and Liang Wei both looked somewhat uneasy.
After a while, Liang Zhengyong slowly clapped twice, “That makes sense, so you should understand that those calling the shots are more realistic than either of us imagined—they won’t help you.”
Ramu Jue did not respond; he fixed his gaze on the three golden potions he brought with him on the table, the culmination of decades of effort at Great Demon Lake.
“Mr. Qi won’t live much longer, will he? He has used all the genetic treatment potions he could in his life, and even the great Ben Clock Research Institute can’t save him. If he dies, Commander Liang, you will also lose your biggest political backer.”
As he spoke, he scooped up the three bottles of potion from the table, broke the cap of one, and drank it down like a beer.
Liang Zhengyong’s eyes flashed fiercely, and the alloy table along with the surface of the ground beneath Ramu Jue collapsed into red-black ash. Yet, it still couldn’t stop Ramu Jue’s actions.
“Calm down, Commander Liang.”
“You think you have everything under control?”
Ramu Jue’s face was covered in sweat thick as paste, and his pupils began to dissipate. He wasn’t in a hurry to answer Liang Zhengyong, but he broke the cap of another potion:
“I was born in a research base, overseen by a middle-aged Bulgarian man. We had ethnic disputes; he called me a Ukrainian mongrel every day and injected me with a lot of sedatives. When I wandered the wilderness, I survived until twelve relying on a water-leech mutant that could produce fresh water. I was used by a mob as bait for hunting and as emergency food, and it went on for a full year.”
As he spoke, he broke another cap and drank the second bottle of golden potion. His eyes emitted an astonishing glow, the black pupils turning into golden vertical ones.
Forget the surprised and angry Liang Zhengyong, even the Super Sensitive Yak beside him tugged at Ramu Jue’s clothes.
Such a way of drinking was simply courting death.
Ramu Jue’s complexion turned a flushed red, and black veins stood out on his neck like intertwining branches. Yet, he was still determined to drink the third bottle of potion.
“Enough!”
Liang Zhengyong exploded with rage, the ground beneath his feet crisscrossed with fiery red magma.
Ramu Jue’s thumb pressed on the cap of the last potion, and he said lightly, “Later, during a swarm attack on a refugee nest, I was thrown down as a sacrifice. A shelter manager pulled me from the pile of corpses. He was a follower of the Medicine Buddha; he provided for me until I came of age. Later, I killed him because he meant to rape me under the guise of a spiritual initiation. My whole life has been spent in panic. I’ve never felt like everything was under my control, but I’m willing to bet it all.”
Ramu Jue’s eyes suddenly cracked open, and blood dripped down, “What Ben Clock cannot offer you, I can. So, Commander Liang, are you willing to bet with me?”
“Su Ling is already dead.”
Liang Zhengyong suppressed his anger.
“He’s not dead! He’s just not showing himself! He was there at the later Shuishu Park events!”
Ramu Jue responded.
“You think all three powers will stand up and help you? You think Lin Dong can be united by a common hatred? That’s impossible!”
Liang Zhengyong roared.
“Commander Liang, I don’t believe you are completely ignorant of everything I’ve told you. I’ve looked into your background. I believe you’re different from those decayed and numb rulers. I’ve given you enough reason—don’t test my patience.”
“What do you want me to do?!”
Ramu Jue’s voice was hoarse like a lizard in the wilderness, “I want you to convene another gathering at Shuishu Park under the pretext of discovering a supreme fifth-order. I will return to them, all at once, what they have given to this world.”
Liang Zhengyong almost immediately picked up on the unsaid message in Ramu Jue’s words.
“But that will kill even more people.”
Those around hadn’t understood yet, but Ramu Jue had already given the answer.
“Their souls will forever accompany the Medicine Buddha and obtain eternal peace and comfort.”
“…”
Silence, a long silence.
Liang Zhengyong’s expression calmed down, he sat back down, his gaze lowered, “Give me some time.”
