New concept of the mysterious way to ascend to immortality

Chapter 22 I’m no longer a human being!
In the morning, Yuan Zhu, who had slept through the night, opened his eyes in bed and felt incredibly refreshed. He'd never experienced such a restful sleep before. His sleep had been incredibly high-quality, and he felt incredibly energetic. He couldn't help but sigh, "What a vibrant, young body!"

"what time is it now?"

The elf came online simultaneously: "9:30, Monday. Your brother has already gone to school."

Yuan Zhu suddenly thought of a question: "As my housekeeper, why don't you wake me up early?"

The elf asked back, "Why do you have to get up so early after eating a full meal? As a part of your soul, I also have the right to enjoy a late night. It feels so good to sleep in until you are full."

Convinced, Yuan Zhu nodded in agreement, but he always felt something was wrong?

"Wait, that's not right! Today is Monday, and I have to go to work at the steam factory. Why didn't you remind me?"

Yuan Zhu, whose working spirit had long since seeped into his bones, finally realized that something was amiss. The blood of the King of Scrolls flowing through his body was calling him to create value!
The elf retorted, "Calm down. Don't let the urge to work get you carried away. Use your rationality. After inheriting the [Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture], are you still willing to continue living a life of overwork?"

Yuan Zhu thought carefully about his situation and shook his head. "My predecessor was also a man with ideas. He was crazy about internal competition in the factory, not just for the 1.5 times salary. Earning more money was only a small factor. His fundamental goal was to attack from multiple aspects, to understand the operation model of this factory, the production technology difficulties, the operation and maintenance of the steam engine production line, the workshop production management and scheduling, and even took over the accounts for free, just to understand the sales channels and supply channels..."

Yuan Zhu kept flipping through his memories, and then his eyes lit up. "I was so ambitious, I wanted to replace the boss. After finding out everything, I found an opportunity to hire someone to kill the old factory manager, bringing the factory to the brink of bankruptcy. Then I stepped in and saved the day, eventually eroding the equity bit by bit until I monopolized the entire factory and became the boss! I'm really ambitious and thoughtful."

After inheriting the memory fragments and body of his predecessor, Yuan Zhu now particularly recognizes his predecessor's dreams and actions. He also has a deeper understanding of his own dog-curling behavior.

It turns out I'm not a scab, but a juvenile capitalist who deserves to be hanged! I've been mingling among the workers, quietly accumulating nutrients, waiting for my metamorphosis and emergence into a butterfly.

Although Yuan Zhu now sees little financial potential in acquiring an outdated steam power plant (or lighting factory) with outdated technology, he still admires himself for not only having such a grand ambition but also actually putting it into action and overcoming several difficulties.
The elf also browsed through the memories of his predecessor and sighed, "The reason I suffered was my lack of vision. Even if I put in every effort to take over this outdated factory, I wouldn't become a superior person. At best, I could live a moderately affluent life, while still bearing the immense pressure of product sales. However, given my predecessor's personality, after achieving this goal, I would inevitably continue to involuntarily expand, using real business tactics to expand capital until the day of backlash came."

Yuan Zhu deeply agreed. Even if he hadn't been involved in the sacrifice incident, with his previous incarnation's ambition and suicidal tendencies, he probably wouldn't have lived past 30.

Elf: "So you still plan to go to work in the factory?"

Yuan Zhu thought carefully, then shook his head. "No. The work at the lighting factory is too tiring and hard, and I don't want to be a small factory manager, spending my entire life trapped in selling lights. But I have to get back my wages for the past two weeks. Luckily, my predecessor was well prepared and secretly collected evidence of the factory's tax evasion. I was originally planning to stab them in the back, but now I can legally demand my wages."

...

I got up, washed up, and changed into my own clothes. The style was old and the material was ordinary, but it fit me well and made me feel comfortable and comfortable in them.

After admiring herself in the mirror and looking at her wine-red eyes, Yuan Zhu gave herself an 8. The remaining 2 points were reserved for future development.

After finishing the breakfast his brother had left, he pulled the medical card from under his pillow and decided to go to the hospital first. What would it be like to go to the 'Holy Light Exorcism Department' and experience the 'Holy Light of Righteousness' of this world?
Exorcise demons when you are sick and strengthen your body when you are healthy.

After putting away his wallet, Yuan Zhu closed the door and left, heading for the nearest bus stop. Although Running was known as a 2.5-tier city, its transportation facilities were always able to accommodate Taixi's leftovers.

As a world-leading metropolis, the sheer number of vehicles scrapped annually in Taixi alone would make Running's life a living hell. Not only is public transportation widespread, but the city also boasts five subway lines, all converted from former underground mines – a natural advantage.

The price Running paid was a nightmarishly complex and dangerous underground ecosystem. His first major mission after joining the Fang of Fire was to don a gas mask and unleash a frenzy of poison in the subway tunnels, using the fumes to kill and drive away the infestation of goblins, giant horned rats, crocodiles, and other dangerous creatures.

Every time local citizens wait for the subway, the front of the train arriving at the station is covered with dense, fresh bloodstains from tragic collisions.

After spending five cents on a ticket, Yuan Zhu found an empty seat and stared out the window at the scenery. Streams of black smoke rose from factory chimneys, gradually dissipating and blending with the grayish-white mist over the city.

His thoughts also drifted away.

He had no intention of returning to the steam plant job. Not only was it hard work, it also took up a lot of his time, and for so little money, he lacked motivation.

As for his ambition to usurp the factory director's throne, or even further, become the boss, Yuan Zhu no longer cares about it. With the [Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture] in his possession, how many indigenous people has he surpassed? Becoming a transcendent being, committing all kinds of evil (crossed out), and doing whatever he wants is his new dream.

The most urgent task was to familiarize himself with his own power and understand the Duling's supernatural system, finding an opportunity to integrate into it and achieve a unified style. However, the scavenger work of [Fire Fang] could still be continued. This company had special channels, allowing them to contact both legitimate official organizations and the righteous camp, as well as illegal supernatural beings in the gray area and the evil underworld circles...

This is a way to access and even learn to master extraordinary knowledge.

He was even taken into custody by the Security Bureau for investigation due to his involvement in the sacrifice incident. If he returned to [Fire Fang], he would likely be assigned some secretive tasks that he had never been able to perform before.

Therefore, this job needs to be retained and even considered for permanent employment.

Finally, he also has a part-time job as an underground boxer.

Yuan Zhu couldn't help but sigh that his predecessor was really lucky. He had to take on multiple jobs at a young age. Not only did he pay for his brother's tuition, he also had a fixed deposit of 5,000 yuan in Taixi Bank.

Five thousand! That's what an average family would save after five years of hard work and without food or drink. He only managed to scrape together a thousand dollars by searching corpses at the memorial service. This bastard is truly unscrupulous!

Three thousand out of the five thousand in savings were earned by the predecessor through underground boxing matches.

Yuan Zhu fights underground boxing not only to earn the appearance fee, but also to hone his fighting skills.

He debuted in the underground at 17 and has been in the ring for 14 months, having fought over 50 matches. His record is 17 wins, 22 draws, and 13 losses. He is a well-known figure in the underground boxing scene of the Old City, known for his steady style and a focus on social skills.

To make money, Yuan Zhu frequently competed in competitions to show off his presence, but he had few enthusiastic fans. Six months ago, his frequent appearances successfully evolved into a "unit of combat power," used to boost the value of newcomers and powerful figures.

In his early days of boxing, he possessed solid technique and a steady, non-aggressive style. He never risked a knockout, prioritizing defense and striving for victory by points. He always fought to the very end, honing his skills and gaining experience.

This turtle-like style of play is unlikely to excite the audience, but one has to admit that in the old city, he is a rare breed with the most standardized techniques and considerable strength.

So gradually, he became a measuring tool and gatekeeper for other boxers. No one liked to watch him fight, but everyone liked to watch others beat him, because it could show the opponent's true level.

Defeating him is a sign of strength, which increases the number of viewers and the amount of bets, making the boss very happy. Being defeated by him is considered to be limited and labeled as a weakling. A draw, on the other hand, is a sign of potential, worth exploring.

Yuan Zhu, leveraging his "steady goalkeeper" persona, began privately accepting fake fight orders, staging a thrilling match to vault his opponent to the top of the leaderboard. Alternatively, a hard-fought draw would allow a newcomer to quickly rise to prominence and become a rising star.

There's no fairness or justice in the underground world of black boxing. He relied on his "combat unit" persona to easily make money without getting seriously injured, and he lived comfortably. He even took on a part-time job as a coach, devising "match-fixing" scenarios for his opponents.

After reading through these memories, Yuan Zhu couldn't help but lament how his predecessor had abandoned even his dignity for the sake of money. At such a young age, he'd already devised a strategy for attracting traffic, offering exorbitant prices to newcomers, using himself as a raft to highlight the strength of both newcomers and veterans, devoid of any respect for a warrior's dignity.

The owner of the underground boxing gym also admired Yuan Zhu's shamelessness and was interested in recruiting him to organize a larger-scale, more systematic match-fixing arrangement, even intending to develop it in the direction of a WWE-style high-octane drama.

After more than a year of development, Yuan Zhu has gradually shed his "turtle" status. His recent match-fixing scripts have been particularly intense, truly stirring the audience's emotions.

When it comes to making money, Yuan Zhu is quite talented!
Now it seems that the black boxing boss has a keen eye and is a man of ideas. He has already taken over some marginalized regular competitions.

Unfortunately, Yuan Zhu has no intention of becoming a "performance-type fake boxing fighter". His bigger dream is to usurp the steam factory. Fighting underworld fake boxing is just an evil way to make extra money.

“I can’t bear to watch it!”

After reading about his predecessor's struggles over the years (his shameless money-making history), Yuan Zhu felt that his life on Earth had been a complete waste. No wonder the elf believed that if he didn't absorb the soul essence of his predecessor and change his personality, he wouldn't be able to survive in the Duling world.

Such a hopeless and ambitious young man is still rolling around at the bottom of society. If he wants to achieve something in this backward era of class stratification, he can no longer be a human being, but only a dog!
Before he knew it, the steam bus had already entered the city center. It was still two stops away from the Second Municipal Hospital. So he got off the bus decisively and joined the crowd...

　Monthly tickets, recommendations, collections, comments... whatever you have, I'll give it to you. No one will be turned away.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)