Above Destiny

Chapter 674 Trash and Trash Collectors
白邦
Dust billowed, the sun blazed, and ragged farmers and shepherds stared blankly into the distance at the sound of the engine.

At the end of the bumpy dirt road, a long line of trucks, covered in rust and weld marks, slowly drove up. The lead truck showed its credentials in front of the masked soldiers' checkpoint.

Amidst the static on the radio, the rough barricades were moved aside, but unfortunately, no poignant, melancholic chant drifted on the wind to set the mood.

After passing through checkpoints and valleys, the end of the tunnel, unlike the arid and sandy outside, is a tranquil lake as calm as a gemstone, with many simple houses that have only recently been built, and a bustling and noisy scene.

The convoy of trucks drove straight in and stopped next to the village. The young man at the front opened the door, jumped down lightly, and took off his sunglasses.

Unconcerned about the person who came to search him, he looked around and asked, "Which one of you is Mr. Inayat?"

"it's me."

The bearded man, who had been waiting for a long time, dismissed those who wanted to search him and extended his hand. The young man smiled, shook hands with him, and took out a badge from his pocket: "I am Yan Fei. This is the credentials Mr. Ji gave me."

"No need, I've seen you before."

Inayat waved and led the way, gesturing for him to follow.

Among the many old houses still under scaffolding, there is an old house that has just barely escaped the predicament of being a dilapidated building. Under the bright sunlight shining through the window, it does not appear dim.

A faint scent of incense lingered in the air, seemingly to remove any musty smell, and several kinds of fruit were laid out on the table.

"I'm sorry, it's just a makeshift operation, everything is still a mess, and the hospitality has been poor." Inayat picked up the earthenware pot and poured water into a bowl: "This place is too remote, there are no local specialties, but the water quality is quite good, drink more."

Yan Fei didn't mind. After chugging down a glass of liquor, he glanced at the view outside the window and sighed softly, "It's already much better than before... Do you need a generator here? I'll make another trip and bring some over later."

"That was a huge help; they're still lighting candles tonight."

Inayat sighed self-deprecatingly, "A thousand and one things, a complete mess. After taking over the household, everything from firewood and rice to oil and salt has become a hassle. If it weren't for La... cough cough, Mr. Ji, how could things be like this?"

"If you need anything else, please don't hesitate to tell me."

Yan Fei grinned and pulled out a list: "This time, I mainly brought some flour and miscellaneous things."

The gentleman said that the profits from the China branch would be prioritized to meet your needs here.

“You’ve already helped a lot.” Inayat smiled easily, as if relieved, and looked at the list in his hand. Then, his smile froze on his face.

"Ok?"

bang——

The worker unloading goods outside the window trembled slightly, and a huge box fell to the ground, instantly cracking open. One by one, the square paper boxes fell to the ground, and behind the torn paper boxes, a golden light emerged.

Bullets, bullets, bullets, bullets... they're all bullets!

And it's not just bullets.

Beneath the crate opened with the crowbar, amidst piles of cushioning straw, a pungent smell of gun oil wafted out, revealing rows of quenched, bluish-green gun barrels. Opening another crate, one found it filled with tiny, black, mesh-covered melons…

"Chief, Chief—look at this!"

A bearded man raised his hands, holding up a folded drone; there were countless such boxes inside the massive truck.

As for those boxes marked "Handle with care, may explode" and "dangerous," once opened, they contained shoulder-fired rockets and mortar shells...

What is truly precious are the long, narrow boxes piled up like mountains on Yan Fei's truck.

A series of strange swords and knives.

On the jet-black or iron-gray blades, there are crimson patterns that resemble blood vessels, flowing silently as if in rhythm.

Including the weapons mentioned earlier, it is more than enough to arm an army of several thousand people, along with hundreds of Chosen Ones.

"Two hundred and eleven standard alchemical artifacts and ninety-one blessed weapons, most of which are large-scale and white deer-type, all made using the blood sacrifice technique. There's no need to worry about maintenance. If there's any damage, just kill two people and it will recover on its own."

Yan Fei casually picked up a blood-red blade, held it in his hand, and with a slight activation, a viscous blood flame rose up and wrapped around his body and face.

Fierce and violent, it chooses its people to devour!

Immediately, the blood flames dissipated, and everything returned to normal. Yan Fei tossed the things in his hand back into the box, turned around and smiled at Inayat: "Mr. Ji said they were just some shoddy goods made on the spot, so you can do whatever you want with them."

More will be delivered later. If you don't use them all, you can sell them at the market, but whatever you do, don't put his name on them..."

Inayat's expression twitched. He drew a scimitar, examined it closely, and the hungry, murderous blade hummed. He raised his hand and swung it towards the distant lake.

With a sharp, piercing sound, a straight crack appeared on the surface of the lake, stretching forward and leaving no room for the water to heal; it continued to churn and boil.

Immediately, cheers erupted all around like thunder.

On the contrary, Inayat was incredulous, examining the scimitar in his hand—its center of gravity, size, agility, and ease of handling were flawless and incredibly smooth!

It was just a casual strike...

As expected of the Wolf Lord!
They accomplished something so incredibly easy!

He smiled silently, sheathed his sword, and finally asked seriously, "...Does Mr. Ji have any further instructions?" "There are no special instructions, just that you can do what you want to do. If you really want to give something in return, you might want to pay more attention to the 'talent introduction' plan that I mentioned to you before."

Yan Fei smiled slightly and extended his hand: "For the next period of time, I will stay as an apprentice to assist you with your needs. Feel free to ask me any questions about equipment or alchemy. I can also do masonry and plastering. Just don't mind that I don't have a craftsman's license."

"Welcome at all times!"

Inayat laughed, grabbed his hand, and shook it vigorously.

After moving the things, they took Yan Fei and headed towards the deepest part of the village, where they were heavily guarded.

"Is everything ready, Elder Dabit?" Inayat looked at the old man who was dozing off in the recliner.

“They’ve been wasting so much food in the dungeon. They eat a lot, poop a lot, and don’t gain weight… We can hardly afford to feed them anymore.” The grim and cold old man propped himself up, his back hunched, and led the way.

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, a foul stench wafted from the underground passage. As a sliver of light appeared, the figures chained behind the fence seemed to awaken.

The sounds of cursing and shouting were incessant, mixed with pleas and promises.

There were even Chosen Ones whose Matrix and Spirituality were shackled, pinned to the ground, their expressions ferocious, their eyes filled with killing intent and hunger.

But the moment they saw the old man, their pupils instinctively contracted.

Unable to conceal their fear.

"Look, they were lively and energetic at first, but after a few days in jail they became obedient. Even the toughest guy can shed just as many tears as others. When they know they're about to die, their performance becomes even more spectacular."

But that’s about it.

The lackeys of the Federation and the Empire, the killing machines of warlords, drug addicts, trash, arrogant nobles, and self-proclaimed chosen ones… all are the same here.

The sinister, hunched old man chuckled, glancing at the spectacle in the dungeon, and casually asked, "To be honest, I don't quite understand what 'that person' wants these pieces of trash for. Surely he doesn't just want to kill them for fun?"

"Of course, it's to help them reform and make a difference."

Yan Fei glanced at him and told him nonchalantly, "Trash won't just run into the trash can by itself. It always takes a little effort to make these good-for-nothings who only know how to eat rice at high prices realize reality."

Let's find them a place where they can truly shine and contribute even a tiny bit to the world, to atone for and repay the mistakes they've made.

"Hey……"

The old man seemed to understand something and chuckled softly, "You really are compassionate."

"Who says it's not?"

Yan Fei lowered his eyes, looking down at the fine talents before him.

Expectantly.

The joy of a garbage collector lies in turning waste into treasure.

By piling things up from the east and rummaging through the west, a scrapped motherboard, a scrapped power supply, and two scrapped graphics cards were put together. Since everyone was trash, they were put together and no one could complain about anyone else. After some effort, it actually ran and even achieved excellent results!

Burn yourself and create miracles!
Thinking about it that way, it actually seems pretty inspiring...

This is probably the bond between a garbage collector and garbage.

Ji Jue, on the other hand, has become addicted to creating garbage.

Have fun.

He's even unhappy if he can't create something.

"...It worked again! Wait, how could this even work?"

Ji Jue frowned, reached into the furnace and picked up a red-hot sword blade, his brows furrowed—the blade was covered with cracks, yet as the spiritual light flowed, it seemed to be perfectly formed, and a faint whistling sound rose up as if weeping and lamenting.

With a casual flick of the wrist, flames flowed from the blade, lingering in the air for a long time.

The firelight flickered, rising and falling between the cracks, as if breathing.

Although its design is strange, it can already be considered a fine example of alchemical creation, and it even has the potential to be further improved after the addition of blessings.

“Record A917 – success, reasons for success, four parts in harmony, complementing each other, the ascension and integration phases are too complete, the conflict between the extraction and purification phases is not enough to break the balance.”

Ji Jue casually tossed the piece in his hand into the mountain of finished products piled up next to him.

For more than ten consecutive days, they immersed themselves in the workshop, exploring and experimenting almost non-stop. Countless people succeeded, while very few failed...

The finished products on the left are piled up like a mountain, while there are only a handful of failed products on the right.

He never dreamed that one day he would have a headache because his success rate was too high...

Get out of here, you damn talents and geniuses!
Let my hard work and sweat pay off!

(End of this chapter)