Chapter 5 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Qin Feng’s thoughts drifted back and remembered that he had quit the job so that he would have enough time to train after his awakening.

Only, he never told Zhou Hao about this.

Qin Feng and Chen Ming were both orphans where the latter’s parents had tragically died in a beast horde attack. Owing to that, he would receive a 500 yuan hero’s orphan subsidy every month.

As for Qin Feng’s parents, on the other hand, no one knew what had happened to them. He was left outside the door or an orphanage.

Because newborns were the hope of mankind, and humans could only administer the awakening injections at sixteen, raising orphans became a matter of extreme importance for the current Chinese Alliance.

A caveat, however, was that it would be impossible if the orphans wanted extra money to enrichen their lives.

Qin Feng had to work to make any extra money he needed.

As a result, he did not have to make up excuses for Zhou Hao.

“I will at least have to inform the management. Don’t worry. It won’t delay anything. I have to go.” Qin Feng said, waving to his friend, making sure to take a different road.

Zhou Hao watched Qin Feng’s back, feeling that this friend of his had become much calmer and more practical as if he had suddenly grown up.

Undoubtedly, after today’s awakening injection, the rift, and the razor-fanged infants’ attack that almost took their lives, how could they not grow up?

Qin Feng was unaware of what Zhou Hao was thinking. If he had known, he would have surely laughed a bitter laugh. His experience spanned not just a single day but ten whole years.

When he was sure that Zhou Hao wasn’t trailing him, Qin Feng slowed his pace down.

The Chengbei new district colony was his birthplace. This was not within Chengyang but on the outskirt of the outskirts. It might have looked as if it was accessible from all directions, but even the tall buildings could not hide the fact that this was all but a slum, a terrible living environment.

There was not enough land here, and dangerous beasts overran the place, roaming around as they pleased. Far away from the main city of Chengyang, security was poor. To make matters worse, their most powerful ability user was only at E-tier.

Even their s.p.a.ce stabilization device had been in disrepair for years.

That time after he was captured, he never returned to Chengyang causing his memories of the place to be a little blurry.

After strolling down three streets, Qin Feng finally found the shop he was looking for—an outdoor combat supply store.

The store was huge—at least in this colony!

In particular, this store belonged to the Wanzhong Group franchise.

In the shop, a woman in her thirties sitting inside the shop sized up Qin Feng. The moment she realized the pathetic state he was in, she cast him a look of utter disgust.

“Little Sun, go serve the customer! Remember to clean the floor after!”

“Ah, yes, manager!” shouted a male clerk named Little Sun, who came over to attend to Qin Feng. As for the floor cleaning remark, it was clear that the manager felt that Qin Feng was going to soil the store.

Qin Feng shot the woman a frosty look. No one had treated him in such an uncivilized way for so many years. Having just being reborn, however, he was swamped with too many things for him to do anything about it.

She was just a narrow-minded woman. Nothing worth fussing over about.

“Excuse me, mister. Are you here to buy or sell?” Little Sun asked politely, secretly perplexed.

Qin Feng was covered in wounds, which meant that he had most likely just returned from a battle. But he was not carrying any spoils with him. If that was the case, he was probably not here to sell materials. As for purchasing power…

Now how could someone not even wearing an ability user’s logo be able to afford the store’s merchandise?

It would seem that the lady manager was in fact, a good judge of character.

“Do you take these?” Qin Feng took out the four vials of the G-tier strengthening potion.

The potion was a pale red color, and the vials were only about the size of his pinky. One simply needed to examine the official stamp on the label to know whether or not it was the real deal.