Chapter 75: Young Man, You Don’t Understand Men!

There were quite a few net-savvy melon farmers, some recognized her car, while others recognized her.

“I know that car—wow, it’s stunning, even shinier than the pictures online!”

“Hey, isn’t that the famous Miss Gu from the viral news?”

“We’re saved! Miss Gu is a big spender!”

The farmers eagerly gathered around.

“Take me to see your melons.”

No more words were needed.

Gu Man followed the farmers to their melon fields.

The vast field stretched endlessly, filled with large, round, green watermelons. She randomly selected a few and cut them open.

All were thin-skinned, red-fleshed, with few seeds and abundant juice.

One bite—crispy, sweet.

Everyone looked at Gu Man expectantly.

A tanned middle-aged man rubbed his hands nervously.

“Miss Gu, what do you think of our melons? Will you buy them?”

Seeing their hardships, Gu Man said,

“I’ll take all of them. One yuan per jin, market price. Get people to load them up.”

The farmers were overjoyed.

“You mean all the melons from this entire field?”

The field was vast, covering ten acres.

Just this one field held nearly a hundred thousand jin of melons.

Gu Man was speechless.

“What do you mean, just this field? Weren’t all your watermelons unsold? I’ll take every single one you can’t sell.”

The farmers were stunned.

Then, they erupted in excitement as if fortune had fallen from the sky.

“Miss Gu, are you serious?”

They even started using honorifics.

Seeing their joy, Gu Man felt satisfied too.

“As true as pearls. Hurry up, I need them delivered to the designated warehouse before nightfall.”

“Of course! Right away!”

Everyone was energized.

Messages flooded social media, group chats, and online forums.

Before long, trucks rolled in, crowds swarmed in to pick, weigh, and load melons.

Gu Man reminded them,

“Be careful, don’t bruise the melons.”

Laughter and affirmations echoed back.

“Of course, Miss Gu, rest assured!”

“We’ll make sure they arrive in perfect condition.”

Gu Man squatted by the melon field, watching everyone work with enthusiasm, feeling happy herself.

She had no grand ambitions of being a saint and saving the world.

But if, while helping future generations struggling in the apocalypse, she could also help others, she was more than willing.

Beside her, cut watermelons sat invitingly. She happily indulged.

Lately, her appetite had grown significantly.

These melons were irresistibly sweet—half a melon wasn’t enough.

Seizing a moment when no one was watching, she secretly took a picture of the cut melons and sent it.

“Lord Song, these melons are amazing. Try some.”

“By tonight, I can teleport a large batch over. Every citizen in the city will get to taste them.”

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300 Li Outside Xuanwu City

A mountain of beast corpses piled up.

Among them, thirty were high-level beast kings of rank 7 and above.

As for those below rank 7—uncountable.

Most were frozen before being killed in a single strike.

Level 6 beasts had some resistance but still met instant death, their wounds unnaturally smooth.

Level 7 beast kings possessed multiple abilities, immense bodies, and incredible vitality. Absolute zero temperatures couldn’t freeze them, but Song Lufeng’s powers left them no escape.

Lu He, Shu Weng, Shi Zhuang, and the others who had followed Song Lufeng to hunt were utterly shocked.

Why were they even here?

They hadn’t even gotten a chance to fight.

“Drag the level 7 beast king corpses back. We’ll use their materials for mech construction.”

Oh.

So they were just here as transporters.

Staring at the towering beast corpses…

They accepted their fate.

Might as well start hauling!

Beast king materials would be used for the Savior’s exclusive mechs and spaceships.

Materials from level 5 and 6 beasts could be used for weapons, battle mechs, fighter jets, and war vehicles…

All valuable resources!

“Have you noticed? Our Lord Song is getting ridiculously strong.”

Shu Weng was completely convinced.

Before, when he heard Song Lufeng say he had burned through 9,600 crystal cores during his awakening, he thought it was an exaggeration.

After all, what was the difference between S and SSS? Just two extra letters, right?

Now, he realized how vast the gap was.

A terrifying difference.

“Our lord was just underfed before. Now that the Savior is personally feeding him, how could he not be strong?”

Lu He remarked.

As an A-rank ability user, he had no intention of competing.

He fully accepted reality.

“Even so, he should let us kill a few beasts. I was all ready to fight, and he just snatched them away!”

Shu Weng felt like his trip was pointless.

Lu He patted his shoulder.

“You’ll understand once you have a partner.”

Shu Weng scratched his head.

He didn’t understand.

He really didn’t.

Just then, Song Lufeng teleported over.

Holding two halves of a watermelon.

The sweet aroma drifted in the air. The vibrant red flesh made everyone stare.

“Is… is this a watermelon from the Golden Age?”

Shu Weng had recently studied history and recognized the fruit.

But the pictures were nothing compared to the real thing.

It smelled amazing!

It looked so sweet!

He instinctively reached out.

Song Lufeng dodged.

He tossed one half to Lu He.

“Distribute it among everyone. After eating, go back to base and prepare the cold storage. The Savior is sending us a shipment of fruit.”

The crowd erupted in cheers, fired up.

Their hungry eyes burned holes into the watermelon in Lu He’s hands.

“Lu He, hurry up and share! Let me taste it!”

“Be careful, don’t let it freeze! Damn, so this is watermelon?”

“Mom, I’m in heaven! I never thought I’d eat watermelon in my life!”

Food sent by the Savior was always a treasure.

Fruits were even rarer than grains, meat, and vegetables.

Another feast awaited them.

Lu He glanced at the eager crowd, then at the half-watermelon in his hands.

Now he understood the true meaning of “too many wolves, too little meat.”

Not enough.

Not nearly enough.

Seeing their burning gazes, he had no choice but to cut it into thousands of thin slices—one per person.

Barely a taste before it was gone.

Yet, even so, they savored every bite, treasuring it.

Lu He watched these battle-hardened warriors eat their tiny slices of watermelon…

His eye twitched.

What a sight.

“Lu He, you’re not eating? Give it to me, then!”

Shu Weng, having finished his, tried to snatch Lu He’s.

Lu He immediately stuffed it into his mouth.

He didn’t even chew.

A mouthful of sweetness slid down his throat, warming his stomach.

But before he could properly savor it, it was gone.

He glared at Shu Weng.

Shu Weng grinned mischievously.

After finishing their meager share, everyone turned to look at Song Lufeng.

He still had half a watermelon.

Just imagine how good that must taste.

Song Lufeng calmly ate, using a spoon made of ice, enjoying every bite.

There was no way he was sharing.

Absolutely not.

Seeing their fiery stares, he spoke.

“Get back to work. If you’re late returning, you won’t get any more melons.”

Just like that…

The soldiers gave it their all, reducing their transport time by half.

By the time they reached the city, night had completely fallen.

Outside the base, icy winds howled, the world frozen in an apocalyptic winter.

But inside, warm lights shone, and the temperature remained above freezing.

Steam rose from giant cooking pots, filling the air with the scent of home and comfort.

As expected, teams immediately started processing the beast carcasses—extracting materials, digging out crystal cores.

Usable meat was turned into nutrient solutions.

Even the inedible parts were converted into fuel.

In this harsh world, every resource was maximized.

No need for Song Lufeng’s orders—the soldiers automatically cleared out the cold storage.

If nothing else, just looking at those legendary, brightly colored fruits would boost morale.

“Savior, we’re ready.”

Song Lufeng nodded.