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Chapter 26: The Former Dynasty
When Wang Zhi approached Ying, he suddenly sensed that something was wrong. Just as he was about to leave, it was already too late. Ying sprang up and pinned Wang Zhi onto the bed, then leaned close to his ear and whispered, “My dear little brother, you are really generous. Big sister likes that a lot. Tell me, how should I reward you?” As she spoke, she took out her dagger and waved it in front of Wang Zhi’s eyes.
At this moment, Wang Zhi was pinned down on the bed, lying face down. “Old He… save me…!”
However, Old He acted as if he hadn’t heard anything and continued silently reading his book.
“Oh? There seems to be a scratch on my dagger?”
Wang Zhi stared at the dagger in front of him. It was spotless—where was the scratch?
“Hmm… It does look scratched. Seems like it’s time to replace it.” Wang Zhi resigned himself to reality.
“Then I’ll listen to my dear brother.”
Just as Wang Zhi thought he was free, he tried to get up, but two jade-like legs stretched out in front of him.
“My legs are so sore. Come and give your big sister a massage.” Ying lay lazily on the bed.
Wang Zhi: “….”
Sore legs? What a joke. Weren’t his legs sore too? Who was going to massage him?
Though he grumbled internally, Wang Zhi still placed his hands on Ying’s legs and began to massage them.
“Mmm… Quite professional. It would be a waste if you didn’t become a massage therapist.” Ying praised.
Wang Zhi’s expression darkened. Some people may appear to be high-ranking captains, but behind the scenes, they were actually massage therapists?
“A little lower.”
“Yes, right there.”
“Is the pressure okay?”
“Mm, just right.”
…
After attending to Ying, Wang Zhi washed up, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night, he suddenly woke up from a nightmare. He had dreamt that his companions had all turned into zombies and were rushing toward him. He woke up in fear and sorrow.
Turning on the light, Wang Zhi saw that everyone was still asleep.
“Ugh, why’d you turn on the light? How long have we even been sleeping?” Fatty mumbled, woken by the brightness.
In the tower, there was no concept of day and night. Apart from a system that recorded dawn times, no one paid much attention to whether it was 3 AM or 4 PM. They simply slept when they were tired and worked or trained when they woke up.
“Not sure, just had a nightmare. Get up, let’s go get some food.” Wang Zhi shook his head and got out of bed.
At the cafeteria, Wang Zhi ordered a large serving of steamed buns and five portions of millet porridge, costing him a total of five survival points.
Back at the dormitory, the others were still asleep. The past few days had been exhausting. Now that they were in a safe place, their tightly wound nerves had relaxed, allowing them to sleep soundly. If they were outside, even the slightest noise would have made them instantly alert.
Once everyone was seated, Wang Zhi finally spoke. “Let’s discuss our plan. First, each of us must commit to 12 hours of training per day to complete tasks and earn survival points. Our main focus will be physical training to enhance our stamina.”
After speaking, Wang Zhi took five small devices resembling earphones from his backpack and placed them on the table. These were wireless communication earpieces that he had bought for 100 points while wandering around with Jialiuli yesterday.
“These earpieces are specially made by Dawn Tower. They work within a 10-kilometer range without requiring any network connection and can be used anywhere. To communicate, just press this button and speak; everyone else will hear you.” Wang Zhi explained.
“Hello, hello, can you hear me?” Fatty was the first to test an earpiece.
The others nodded, confirming that the devices worked fine.
“Alright, LingLing-1, check missions.” Wang Zhi activated the system.
“Current missions:
“Hmm… Check transaction status.” Wang Zhi continued.
“Currently sold intelligence: 1 copy, earnings—90 points.”
“Yo, when did you start doing business?” Ying asked.
“Yesterday, I summarized our experiences from our last trip and sold them as intelligence at the Information Hall.” Wang Zhi replied.
“Wow, if all the squads buy a copy of our intel, we’d be rich! We could eat lavish meals every day!” Fatty exclaimed excitedly.
“You’re overthinking it. Most squads pool their money and buy a single copy to share. Selling a few copies is already good enough.” Wang Zhi countered.
“Alright, everyone, finish eating and start training. Fatty, train properly. Next time we go outside, we might not be so lucky.” Wang Zhi said as he got up to leave.
On his way out, he worried about Fatty’s discipline and sought out Old He. “Old He, when you have time, teach Fatty some combat skills and tactics. We can’t let him hold us back. Push him hard.”
“Got it. Training people is my specialty.” Old He replied.
“Ying-jie, look after Jialiuli as well. She’s good with blades, but she lacks knowledge and experience with firearms.”
“Hehe, since you gave me a massage, I’ll reluctantly agree.” Ying teased.
Arriving at the training hall, Wang Zhi saw that people were always training here—some for survival points, some to strengthen themselves, and others in preparation for external missions.
“Hey, did you hear? That Level 3 team, the Former Dynasty, went on an expedition yesterday!”
“Yeah, I heard! I even went to the first floor to see them off. Tsk tsk, their aura, their equipment… just looking at them was awe-inspiring!”
“I wish I could join them, but they have a team size limit.”
“Forget it. With your weak physique, they’d never accept you.”
“Hey, watch your mouth! Aren’t you afraid the captain will hear you?”
“The Former Dynasty…” Wang Zhi muttered to himself as he overheard their conversation. This was the first time he had heard of a Level 3 team.