Chapter 20

"Wh... If I were here..." Biting her lips tightly, under Zheng Chen's cold gaze, Jilulu shrank her neck, not daring to say anything more, and let Zheng Chen cover her with the blue-haired girl's clothes before leaving.

"Huh? Did I fall asleep?" Rubbing her eyes, she pulled the blanket over her and sat up, the blue-haired girl looked around in confusion. The young man who had always been with her and rarely spoke was now facing away, doing something unknown.

And herself...

Wasn't she just soaking in the hot spring? Why did she suddenly end up in this place? And it seemed she wasn't wearing any clothes!? Her face turned red, and the blue-haired girl tightened the blanket around her, wondering if anything had happened.

"Awake? Get dressed yourself."

A calm voice came from Zheng Chen, and the redness on the blue-haired girl's face faded a bit. Nothing must have happened.

She picked up the clothes and started to dress, curiously approaching Zheng Chen to see what he was doing. On the table in front of Zheng Chen were various small parts. Perhaps she could recognize what these parts would form when combined, but in their scattered state... they were just a bunch of parts, right?

Sitting on another chair, the blue-haired girl didn't want to disturb Zheng Chen's concentration. She propped her chin on her hand and watched quietly. The parts quickly took shape under Zheng Chen's hands, gradually becoming complete. As time passed, the blue-haired girl's vision became blurry, and she felt sleepy again after watching for a long time.

"..." Putting down the object in his hands, Zheng Chen carried the blue-haired girl back to the resting place and then resumed his work. He had never had the chance to practice before, but now with some free time, it was worth a try. He had the right resources at hand.

In the wasteland, there were many things from the once prosperous era. As long as one was willing to dig, for example, a weapon that could be used to bully others in the wasteland, like a gun.

Zheng Chen knew the simple way to make them, but it was useless here. The power of such weapons was not significant, and it would be better to buy them. There seemed to be many in this world, and there should be a black market, right?

Zheng Chen had seen many ways to make weapons, and after removing the ones that seemed unreliable, the ones left were mostly useful.

Two small crossbows for easy carrying, a few sleeve arrows, and a classic weapon Zheng Chen had once seen... a hidden blade.

With the convenience provided by the patterns, Zheng Chen completely ignored the process of part processing. Even if the specifications were not accurate, they could be adjusted and tried, and these small objects with not very complex structures did not require many attempts to get the correct specifications.

These things were weak in long-range combat but were powerful hidden weapons in close combat. They could deal with strong enemies, even breaking through the shield formed by the Saint War Angel and the player. However, the obvious drawback was that the force of the crossbow was too strong, making it difficult to quickly load the arrow, and he couldn't carry a heavy crossbow around all day.

After making the required equipment, Zheng Chen rubbed his eyes. Unconsciously, it was already late at night. It was hard to find something to eat at this time, and he didn't want to trouble the boss to get up and cook.

"Really hungry." The blue-haired girl gently rubbed her eyes, propped herself up, and said drowsily. Seeing Zheng Chen, she blinked, wondering if she had fallen asleep again. "Sorry, I took your sleeping place."

"Let's go out and take a look." Zheng Chen put away the equipment on the table and touched his sleeve. Without touching, it was impossible to tell that he was carrying many weapons.

The sky was full of stars, but the darkness of the night was still overwhelming. Walking on the deserted street, Zheng Chen felt a rare sense of returning to the wasteland.

Not to mention, he found a small night market here, but the people here were not the original residents...

"What do you have here?" Walking to a stall, Zheng Chen asked calmly. The seller was slightly stunned when he saw Zheng Chen and couldn't help but rub his eyes. "Oh my god! I'm not seeing things, the original resident is actually buying something from me!!"

His loud exclamation immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding players, who looked at Zheng Chen curiously.

Under the intense gaze, the blue-haired girl couldn't help but cling to Zheng Chen, nervously grabbing his sleeve.

"Cough, sorry, miss." The stall owner coughed and waved his hand. "What are you looking at, a bunch of ignorant people, don't interfere with my business!"

"Pick whatever you want for the skewers. In our (old era), there's a saying that if you can treat a girl to six yuan worth of skewers, you can... cough." Seeing the blue-haired girl's puzzled expression, the stall owner coughed and quickly stopped, feeling a sense of guilt when facing such a beautiful girl.

However, this NPC was really lucky to have such a girl... Hmm, with something covering her head, could she be a Saint War Angel?

Shaking his head, the stall owner decided not to cause trouble. The players in this world knew that there was a very special existence here, the Saint War Angels, who could bond with humans and transform into powerful weapons. Even if one didn't know, a quick search on the internet would reveal this.

However, not many players could gain the recognition of a Saint War Angel. On one hand, there was the Saint War Angel Protection Association, a national organization in this world. On the other hand, it was the Saint War Angel's own choice. If they didn't agree, even if you caught them, it would be futile and could even result in being wanted by the Saint War Angel Protection Association.

Those players who joined the outer circle of the Saint War Angel Protection Association were constantly looking for opportunities to advance and get better pay. Joining that place was the fastest way to get close to a Saint War Angel.

However, many players thought this way... but Saint War Angels weren't that easy to encounter.

The game had been open for a considerable time, and the number of players who risked their lives was small. The conditions for resurrection were too harsh, like a hell mode. Dead? Want to retain your progress and start over? Dream on! You have to start over from a third of your progress!

Not only that, but the number of resurrections a player could have was limited, with only three at the start. The official method to obtain more was not disclosed, and many rich people in the real world couldn't find a way to buy resurrection chances.

Despite this, the game remained popular. It gave everyone a new and unique experience, a life they couldn't experience in reality.

As for this small night market, it was created by players who had nothing to do. Most of them were night owls, gathering in one place to browse forums and chat while logged into the game. The long nights made them hungry, so some players set up stalls to earn some money.

Skewers? Zheng Chen had heard of them, a product from the prosperous era before the wasteland...

After picking what he wanted, Zheng Chen let the blue-haired girl choose her own. The stall owner shook his head, thinking this guy was not treating the girl well. He should be more enthusiastic.

But... looking at Zheng Chen's expressionless face, it seemed a bit difficult.

Sitting at a low table, Zheng Chen started eating immediately. Shaping metal with patterns consumed a lot of energy, and he was quite hungry. The surrounding players initially paid attention to Zheng Chen, but seeing that they didn't talk much, they lost interest and started discussing their own topics.

The blue-haired girl still looked confused from time to time, not understanding what they were saying. Was it because they used some 'system' function to block her?

The blue-haired girl couldn't understand, but Zheng Chen could. Maybe it was related to the complete attribute panel on his body.

They discussed many things, such as the game company's announcement that the game time and real time were being adjusted. After a while, they would be completely opposite. Real daytime would be game nighttime, and game daytime would be real nighttime.

To avoid conflicts between the main game time and work time, this adjustment was meaningful for heavy gamers?

In addition, the release of the nutrient tanks... these were specifically for players who spent a lot of time in the game.

Nutrient tanks... Zheng Chen had some memory of them. In the wasteland, he sometimes found some useless books, and in the prosperous era, they were quite popular in novels. Some game novels featured these classic items.

But these were not what Zheng Chen wanted. How could he leave here?

The players made it sound simple, just open the attribute panel and use the log-out function. But Zheng Chen didn't have that!

He admitted that this world was good, and staying might not be bad, but the warning and the feeling of being watched that day made him abandon the idea. Players could be deleted and come back after a year or so, but what about him... if he were erased by the 'system' the players talked about, would he really disappear?

If he could leave, he could always come back, right? He could do it the way these players did.

"Speaking of which, what if we pool some money and hire a Radiant Pearl Hunter to catch a Saint War Angel? I heard there's one here." A player said slyly, then was looked down upon by his companions.

"Easy to say, how will you divide it? Besides, even if you catch one, what if they don't agree?"

"Tsk, Saint War Angels are so beautiful! It's fine to just look at them."

"Then what? If the players in the protection association find out, you'll just be doing their work for them?"

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