Chapter 3

"Thinking about what, you little punk? Do you think my iron rod is for show? This place is desolate, no one will come to your aid. Quickly hand over your living expenses, don't make me use force." The tall, scrawny guy shouted.

"Quickly hand over your living expenses, don't make Dog Brother use force." The skinny guy echoed, with a look that said, "I am a loyal little brother, the best dog legger of the year."

Desolate?

Du Nan smiled when he heard this word.

Exactly.

The power of the Fifth Magic Energy is indeed not good to let others know. But to get such a good thing and hide it without using it would be a betrayal of heaven and earth, and also a betrayal to his parents, grandparents, and ancestors. As long as no one knows when he uses it, it's fine.

These two废物 (waste) in front of him didn't need that kind of power.

When it comes to fighting...

Hehe.

"What are you thinking, little punk? Your eyes are so fierce. Did reading books make you stupid? Do you actually want to hit me? Hahaha..."

Bang! Du Nan moved as fast as lightning.

He casually picked up a broken pipe and gave the two a thorough beating, leaving them no chance to fight back.

While beating them, he said, "Idiots, be more professional when you rob! Why so much nonsense? Knock them down first, then search them. That's the iron rule, got it? Reading too few books has its drawbacks. Before you rob, you should get a professional qualification certificate, or how dare you show your face... The competition in this industry is fierce, you need to have a sense of risk, got it? Sigh, looking at your stupid faces, I can tell you haven't read many books. Alright, I'll demonstrate."

"Hand it over." After a thorough beating, Du Nan stopped his pipe dance and naturally extended his hand. His face was pure, with not a hint of a thief.

"What?" The two, dazed from the beating, their brains temporarily dead, asked in confusion: What does this mean?

"Of course, it's the living expenses."

Du Nan gave them another brutal beating, shouting while beating, "Are you crazy? Haven't you seen such a kind person like me? If someone else robbed you, they might cut you into 188 pieces, slice you into meat strips, roast you over a fire, throw your bones to the dogs, and hang your organs on a clothes hanger."

The two were terrified.

Du Nan continued his education, displaying the level of a seasoned teacher: "Quickly hand over your living expenses, and remember to burn incense and thank the gods. Today, you were lucky to meet such a good person like me. Otherwise, you wouldn't have ten lives to spare, got it? What kind of look is that? Do you think I'm really robbing you? I told you, I'm a good person. I'm using this iron pipe to educate you, so you can be good people in the future and become useful members of society. Now, quickly hand over your living expenses and be grateful for my great kindness."

After a series of beatings.

Du Nan, who had spent all his money, finally received the "sponsorship" from the "good person." The bloody fact proved that iron pipe education was correct and sustainable.

Life could go on.

The two "reformed" youths, left on the garbage mountain, hugged and cried: "Wah, Skinny Monkey, who said Du Nan was a bookworm that everyone could bully? Wah, we didn't get any money. Damn, I've been robbing for four months, and it's all gone. Wah... Who gave the intel?"

Skinny Monkey whimpered a few times, not daring to answer.

Because the intel about the bookworm was exactly what he had seen with his own eyes, heard with his own ears, and reported to Dog Brother.

If he admitted it, he would die a miserable death.

Skinny Monkey could only secretly sigh: When a bookworm goes berserk, he's too damn professional!

This beating was so brutal, yet there wasn't a single fatal injury. No bones were broken, but his whole body hurt so much he wanted to pee. Such professional beating skills couldn't be achieved without years of hard work. It was unjust; just the other day, he was a wimp that everyone could bully, and now he's suddenly a tough guy with such good beating skills.

This isn't scientific!

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With the "sponsorship" from the good person, Du Nan's new life continued. Now, he understood some things. First, the area where he lived: Blue Sea Star, East Sea Continent, Jiangnan Region, Baiquan City, Chishui District.

Second, he was a commoner, the lowest layer of society. His status was only slightly higher than the garbage at his feet.

Du Nan initially organized the information.

He found that this place was somewhat similar to a certain dream country, but unfortunately...

Blue Sea Star didn't have "countries," only a collective federation. As the only power institution on the entire planet, the Blue Sea Federation controlled all resources, from military equipment and starships to clothing, shoes, oil, and food. To ensure the happiness of the Federation's citizens, most resources were distributed through a rationing system.

Resources were allocated based on the contribution of each "continent."

Then, the continent distributed to each "region," the region to each "city," and finally, the city...

Sorry.

This city is the last stop, and there is no distribution to "districts." People living outside the city, in various impoverished areas, could only wait for the city's charity, which essentially meant: "You being hungry is natural and deserved, but we will help you."

When the city's resources were in excess, expired, or about to spoil, they would be sent to the districts to help the poor.

Remember.

This is "charitable donation," a special benefit of a civilized society: be grateful.

"Neither starving nor full."

Understanding this, Du Nan's dream of a utopia was shattered. He took a small bite of a dry, slightly moldy bread. Suddenly, he realized that no matter what technological era, the life of the poor was never good.

In this world, magic energy had emerged, and interstellar colonial wars had expanded. Countless people were rich beyond measure, while countless others were so poor they couldn't cover their bodies.

Does technology create a happy life?

Yes!

But it only benefits a very small part of the population. For commoners, life is no different from a primitive society, and possibly worse.

His location, Chishui District, was in the east of Baiquan City.

Downstream of the Baiquan River.

According to official records, Chishui District had no formal organization and was named after the red, rust-colored water downstream. Generally, when a large number of poor people gathered outside the city, forming a new living area, a new "district" would naturally be born. This process required no official involvement and could be completed automatically.

However, after the new district was established, the authorities would send people to take over, forming various departments and getting involved in everything that could be profitable.

Most importantly: rent must be paid.

Even if you dug a hole to live in or lived on a garbage mountain, the district department would still collect rent.

Otherwise, the six-word mantra: "If you want to live, live; if not, leave!"

In the overdeveloped Blue Sea Star, once the poor left the collective, they were doomed.

"Screech!"

Du Nan stepped on a large locust's head, crushing it, and sighed: At night, insects and beasts swarm, and living alone is a death sentence. No wonder everyone still gathers in the city despite the constant exploitation. These mutated insects are so large that even adults can't handle one. Without the district's security team, no one would dare sleep.

What about the civilized society? This life is as miserable as the end of the world.

Under the moonlight.

Du Nan hurried along, occasionally spotting several "insect hunting teams."

These adult men, to eat better, formed teams of ten to twenty people to hunt the most nutritious "protein." This job was very dangerous, but starving people would do anything. These temporary teams seemed to work professionally, but when faced with a small insect swarm, they would often abandon their companions and flee.

Hearing a human scream, Du Nan's mouth twitched.

He sighed.

He had his own troubles and couldn't afford to care about others.

Hunting.

Either you eat the meat or become the meat, no one can blame anyone.

The wilderness was dangerous, and Du Nan knew it. The night wilderness was even more dangerous. To test his combat skills, he ventured into the most remote and desolate areas at night. These abandoned and dangerous lands were not monitored by the city's satellites.

"Roar!"

"Strange turtle? Crocodile?" Du Nan looked at the giant beast in front of him, puzzled.

Due to excessive pollution, Blue Sea Star had produced many strange beasts, such as giant rats, giant bees, strange fish, and ghost eagles. There were all kinds of species, even those with three claws and five legs. However, no matter how severe the mutation, it couldn't produce a creature with a thick turtle-like shell and a crocodile-like body. It was as if it was the offspring of a turtle father and a crocodile mother.

Does this world allow inter-species breeding?

"Roar!"

Seeing Du Nan not retreat, the strange beast lunged forward.

At this moment, Du Nan didn't know that Blue Sea Star had not only mutated beasts but also "laboratory beasts." To promote human gene evolution, some laboratories had collected and created various beasts. The暴甲鳄龙 (Baojia E Long) in front of him was one of the surviving laboratory products.

It had grown to adulthood, comparable to a three-star magic energy warrior.

Boom!

Having fought countless battles before, despite his thin body, Du Nan was not afraid of a brainless beast.

With just one punch.

Using the power of the unknown-grade seed source hidden by his ancestor, Du Nan punched the Baojia E Long's head, causing it to explode. Blood splattered, and Du Nan felt a slight surprise. The power within him was much stronger than before. He sensed that he hadn't fully unleashed his true strength.

Buzz!

Du Nan raised his right hand, and the air vibrated. The ten-meter-long Baojia E Long's corpse floated in the air.

This was the signature move of all magic energy warriors: telekinesis!

The stronger the magic energy, the stronger the control. Super-strong warriors could even pull fighter jets out of the sky... Du Nan's memory surfaced, and he felt that his power was not fully developed. Raising his other hand, he uprooted dozens of trees and lifted several large rocks into the air. His eyes narrowed, and the sand on the ground gathered, forming a man-made tornado.

"Pity."

This astonishing effect made Du Nan realize the immense power within him. This test was just a small demonstration. Du Nan sighed in regret: The Fifth Magic Energy could not be used in public. His teacher was executed for just mentioning it. If he used it and was discovered, it would likely lead to another chaotic battle like the one before his "death."

Unless he could resist the world.

Otherwise... This time, Du Nan would not act impulsively.

"Let's practice physical techniques first. Although they can't match magic energy, with my previous experience, getting stronger isn't difficult. Before I understand this world better, I'll just live a simple life."

Reborn, Du Nan had other ways to become stronger, so he wasn't in a hurry. As he made his decision, he suddenly thought of someone: the person who sold him the long-range flyer.

To do business with him.

No money? Meat will do.

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