Chapter Ninety-Nine: Return to the Battlefield

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Fang Mu had browsed once again through the gun-fighting technique shops in the DPSK Mall, but the result was the same—no “Armor Break” available. He felt somewhat helpless.

“Armor Break” was extremely popular, yet rarely released, making it very difficult to purchase through official channels. Often, they were snapped up in internal sales before they even reached the public. Sometimes, it was impossible to even make a reservation.

Only the large military factions had access to “Armor Break,” or occasionally a small portion would leak into the black market... Officially, “Armor Break” wasn’t expensive, but once it reached the black market, the price started at millions—and sometimes even higher.

Given such enormous profits, it was no surprise that some were tempted to manipulate the supply.

This made life difficult for someone like Fang Mu, who wanted to acquire it but had no connections.

He had even reached out to some black market dealers, but none had “Armor Break” available in the short term.

Of course, this time he contacted the black dealers under a different identity—not as Yang Lin.

He had also commissioned a few fake identities for future use, to make things easier if needed.

As for the Yang Lin identity, he had created it specifically to handle future loot dealings and naturally would not use it frequently.

Especially matters like purchasing something, Yang Lin could not be the one to appear.

He wanted to cultivate an air of mystery. As he acquired more items in the future, it would certainly attract the attention of black market dealers and raise suspicions about his background.

In such a situation, if he couldn’t even secure a “Armor Break” through proper channels and had to resort to black market dealers, wouldn’t it openly reveal that his faction was rather mediocre?

That wouldn’t fit the Yang Lin persona he was building.

Lost in thought, he walked on.

“Hey, buddy, fancy meeting you here again.”

Suddenly a warm voice sounded nearby. Fang Mu was startled and instinctively looked up.

It was the two from 1801.

Now, they no longer looked as disheveled as before, nor were they wearing camouflage. The young man sported a casual suit, while the young woman had changed into fashionable shorts and an outfit.

It was already November, and the weather had turned cold. But for evolved beings, such a chill was nothing. On battlefields, it was common to see people wearing skirts even in the snow, so this was not surprising.

Both were quite attractive—the boy handsome, the girl pretty. With some resemblance between them, they were likely siblings.

The boy greeted him enthusiastically, while the girl was busy snapping pictures on a communicator, chatting animatedly as she did so.

Filming a video?

Fang Mu thought silently.

He smiled and nodded, “What a coincidence.”

“Yeah, what a coincidence.”

The boy approached, smiling. “Hey, been on the battlefield almost a month now, eating military rations every day—I’m about ready to throw up. We’re planning to go feast and indulge our stomachs.”

Military rations were what most evolved beings prepared for the battlefield.

A type of high-energy compressed food with a long shelf life of two to five years, easy to carry and very filling.

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They were said to be made from battlefield biological materials.

Essential supplies for any evolved being entering the battlefield.

Fang Mu himself had eaten nothing but military rations during his long stay on the battlefield.

To be honest, though filling, the taste was quite ordinary. While there were many flavors—beef, chicken, and so on—they still differed greatly from fresh food.

Eating too much could indeed make one feel nauseous.

After speaking, the boy glanced back at the girl, noticing she hadn’t followed and was still snapping pictures. He called out, “Zhou Xiaozhou, hurry up, will you? I’m starving!”

The girl glanced over, rolled her eyes, and ignored him.

The boy looked a bit helpless, then introduced himself to Fang Mu: “Let me introduce myself—I’m Zhou Xiaolin, and that’s my sister, Zhou Xiaozhou.”

“Fang Mu,” he replied with his own introduction.

“Got it, Fang Mu. By the way, we’re heading for hotpot now. Have you eaten? Want to join? The place tastes amazing—I’ve been craving it this whole month.”

Zhou Xiaolin extended an invitation.

But Fang Mu naturally declined with a smile. “I ate at Mingyue when I came out. You go ahead—I won’t join.”

Zhou Xiaolin didn’t insist and smiled, “Alright then. Mingyue’s food is pretty good too.”

After a few casual words, the girl finally finished filming and came over.

“Well then, let’s hang out another time. We’re off now.”

Zhou Xiaolin smiled at Fang Mu.

Fang Mu nodded and bid them farewell.

After this brief encounter, Fang Mu resumed his worries about the “Armor Break” issue, but still found no leads and had to return empty-handed...

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In the blink of an eye, two or three days passed.

Yet there was still no clue about “Armor Break.”

Fang Mu sighed softly.

It seemed the “Armor Break” supply channels had all been divided up by those large military factions. Only a very small number trickled into the market.

But waiting longer wasn’t a solution either.

He had already stayed in the battlefield city for over a month. The money in his hands had been spent on gene serums and was nearly exhausted—he had bought two more D-series serums recently, and with daily expenses, he was left with just over five million...

Huh?

Since when did five million need to be preceded by the word “just”?

Fang Mu keenly noticed the change in his own mindset.

A month ago, holding five million, he felt like he owned the whole world—the best around.

But after just over a month... five million now felt like “just” five million?

Fang Mu could only sigh and acknowledge that different levels of status changed one’s perception of many things.

In the end, Fang Mu decided to enter the battlefield.

“The Bronze tier doesn’t feel maxed out yet. I probably need two more D-series serums to be sufficient. I’ll go earn some more money first. As for the ‘Armor Break’... I’ll figure that out later.”

He was helpless.

He had come back this time with the intention of trying to fuse two gun-fighting techniques, but in the end, he hadn’t found even one.

The good thing was his temporary target was still Bronze-tier battlefield creatures, not Silver-tier.

For Bronze-tier foes, the Flame skill was more than enough.

After preparing at home, he changed into his earth-yellow camouflage uniform and left early in the morning.

...

...

This time, his hunting target was clear.

Still the serrated hyenas.

He had spent over a month in the Thousand Silent Wasteland and was very familiar with the area. He had killed over four hundred serrated hyenas and naturally held a psychological advantage over them.

This time it wasn’t to hone combat skills.

It was a pure hunt.

So, three days later, Fang Mu arrived at the Thousand Silent Wasteland and made his way deep inside with ease.

The large pack of serrated hyenas was still roaming in the distance.

Fang Mu scanned the surroundings to ensure no one was around, then changed into his black clothes. Taking a deep breath, he pulled out his big sniper rifle from his spatial armor...

He licked his lips.

Ready to hunt.