Wasteland Border Inspector

Chapter 9 Qi Meridian Hand: The Hidden Benefits of the Skill!
Good morning, dear residents of Happiness City!

[This is Happy City Morning Radio, here to greet you promptly at 6:00 AM every day. I'm your announcer for today: Little Sun. I hope to bring you warmth and joy through the airwaves!]

First, let's check the weather forecast. Look out the window! A playful downpour is gently covering Shijiazhuang Province, including nine cities such as Yuncheng, Yangcheng, and Chuancheng, where our Happiness City is located. These nine cities are being embraced by this "golden rain." However, the mischievous rain might be getting a little too carried away; flash floods are like infected individuals playing hide-and-seek, and could appear at any moment. Those of you going out, remember to keep your eyes wide open and don't get swept away by floods to other provinces!

[Speaking of neighboring Cloud City, good news! The infection wave there has finally ended. Unfortunately, Leap Wild Shelter City wasn't so lucky. I heard they suffered greatly during the wave and are now shivering in their underground facilities. I'm here to cheer them on and hope the gloom will soon dissipate!]

Oh, and one more important reminder! Some water-loving infected individuals may be caught off guard by the heavy rain and embark on a spontaneous "trip." Warriors from Happiness City who are about to venture out, please be prepared and don't let these savage creatures scare you!

[Next, news from neighboring provinces: A strange, dense fog has recently appeared in Saxony. People who go inside feel like they've fallen into a marshmallow. Could they have been secretly hidden by the clouds?]

[A new source of tentacle infection has appeared in Hai Province. I heard it's a full thirty meters long and is a distant relative of the Death Whisper Tentacle. Ugh, how disgusting!]

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A vibrant female voice came from the old radio, completely out of place with the deathly atmosphere of the wasteland.

Enveloped in the sound of rain.

Uncle Dong lay in the rattan chair with his legs crossed, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan while occasionally cursing, exclaiming, or muttering curiously in sync with the radio broadcast.

The morning radio broadcast, held every three days, was one of the few forms of entertainment available to the lower-class people in the buffer zone.

Unlike the regular evening broadcasts, his tone was always tense and gritty, with a death threat looming between the lines, as if disobeying would result in being torn to shreds by the infected.

Little Sun's broadcasts always made people feel comfortable, as if the infected had become friendly neighbors.

However, happy times are always so short-lived. In the blink of an eye, half an hour of news time had passed, and the news broadcasts from all over the wasteland came to an end.

The final notes slowly drifted from the radio's speaker:
Alright, the director is already urging us to finish, so that concludes today's broadcast.

Before we end, I'd like to have a final chat with our families living in Happiness City. Please don't be afraid of the changes. We have dedicated guards who are cleaning up the city's surroundings around the clock to minimize the threat of infected individuals. We also have a real-time information-sharing network established in collaboration with more than twenty surrounding sheltered cities, allowing us to monitor all dynamic changes immediately.

Of course, we also have the most professional inspectors who can keep all infected individuals out of the checkpoints, protecting the safety of every resident from the source!

Wake up! Let the sunshine in your heart give you energy, and may you be full of vitality today!

"That's it?"

The sweet female voice of the clipper disappeared, replaced by chaotic noise.

Uncle Dong cursed again, still somewhat unsatisfied, and took his right hand out of his pocket.

This damn downpour even shortened the broadcast time of Little Sun Radio by two minutes, missing the final sweet song segment.

He was just about to start, and it's already over?
Uncle Dong glanced at the digital clock on the wall; the hands had just passed 6:31. He clicked his tongue, his injured right arm starting to ache again in the damp weather.

"You need to earn more money so you can have the surgery sooner."

Damn, with this torrential rain, there probably won't be any business all day.

But thinking about the expensive surgery, Uncle Dong still had to get up and slowly pull up the roller shutter door.

The rusty iron chains creaked, and the scroll made a squeaking sound as old gears rubbed together. When a gap about half a person's height was revealed, a pair of scarlet eyes slowly emerged.

"My grass!"

Uncle Dong shuddered in fright. After all, he had been retired for many years and his courage had greatly diminished. He was so frightened that he took two steps back.

boom.

The iron gate was pulled up from the outside in by a pair of hands, and a scarlet eye looked down, revealing the sharp jawline of a young man.

"Xiao Cheng?"

Upon recognizing Cheng Ye, Uncle Dong visibly breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was still pounding.

What brings you here so early in the morning?

The words caught in his throat and stopped. Even though it had only been a day since they last met, Cheng Ye's behavior made Uncle Dong's memory somewhat confused.

His skin grew increasingly pale, and the bluish-black veins underneath were now visible, like vines swollen from being soaked in a downpour.

He used to have a mostly flat physique, but now you can see his muscles bulging, especially his pectoral muscles, which are starting to show a slight inverted triangle shape.

In addition, based on his years of experience as a veteran, Uncle Dong also noticed that Cheng Ye's hands seemed to have gotten bigger.
This is a sign that only people who practice martial arts regularly will have. It means that the energy channels in the hands have been opened, allowing them to hold weapons more firmly in close combat or unleash greater power when unarmed!
"Uncle Dong, how much nutrient solution do you have left? Take it all out, I'll take it all!"

Cheng Ye's voice was like sandpaper rubbing against rust, hoarse and somewhat frightening.

Uncle Dong frowned, but ultimately didn't ask anything. He quickly came out carrying a box of nutrient solution.

"There are still thirty-five bags left. How much can you drink? Uncle Dong will pay today!"

no answer.

Cheng Ye had already stretched out his hands, grabbed the two bags forcefully, and popped them directly into his mouth.

A milky white liquid flowed down his chin, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, making a continuous gurgling sound.

To be fair, the nutritional syrup produced by Xingfu City doesn't taste bad.

It was somewhat like soy milk that had been diluted tenfold, with a faint sweetness and grassy taste. This was the only thing Cheng Ye was grateful for after transmigrating to the wasteland.

The researchers in this wasteland world weren't as foolish as those depicted in many wasteland novels, turning the staple food that the lower classes used to replenish their energy into terrible-tasting culinary creations, ultimately forcing a group of people to rise up and overthrow the class system due to food inequality.

Drinking nutritional supplements long-term, aside from making your mouth taste bland and losing some meaning in life, is much healthier than modern gutter oil meals.

"Six bags, eight bags, ten bags!"

Uncle Dong squinted and observed that after Cheng Ye ate voraciously, his face gradually lost its paleness and became slightly flushed.

The exposed skin no longer appears wrinkled and pale as if it had been soaked in water, but quickly regains its normal color and radiance, and becomes healthier.

Uncle Dong stared intently at those hands, his eyes flashing with envy and a hint of jealousy.

Qi Meridian Hand is one of the most desired talents among martial arts practitioners.

Traditional martial arts of the old era were full of wonders, but due to the change in human genes, they could never be fully developed. After being in the wasteland for many years, their genes returned to their original wild nature, and only then did they find a place to be used again.

With his talent, he practiced his whole life but never even got close to the door, while Cheng Ye, at such a young age, had already grasped a bit of the knack.

It's really annoying to compare people to each other!

Soon, the eighteenth bag of nutritional syrup was consumed.

Cheng Ye stopped and finally felt the hunger in his abdomen subside considerably, becoming bearable.

"Uncle Dong."

Before entering, Cheng Ye had already prepared an explanation, but to his surprise, Uncle Dong waved his hand first: "No need to explain. Before Ah Long left, he actually left you a vial of gene purification serum. You really have the patience to wait until today to use it and maximize its effect."

Gene-purified serum?
What the hell?
Is it the same style as Captain America's?
The original owner had no contact with such high-class things in the inner city. He spent his days either talking about love or playing with poetry and songs, which made Cheng Ye think he was going to become a trendy idol in the wasteland when he checked his memories.

Now that Uncle Dong had given an explanation, Cheng Ye remained calm and hid his prepared explanation that he had taken a special drug.

However, he remained cautious, fearing that Uncle Dong might have fabricated something to deceive him.

Therefore, he did not admit to it, but instead shook his head with a smile and said, "Uncle Dong is joking. I've never even heard of any enhancement serum. I was just too busy at work yesterday and didn't have time to eat. I was starving!"

"Never heard of that? You'd better remember to eat on time from now on."

Uncle Dong smiled nonchalantly and pushed the remaining nutrient solution, box and all, over. "It only has two days left before the expiration date, so take it all."

"how much is it?"

"I said I'd treat you, aren't you going to give Uncle Dong that face?"

"Thank you, Uncle Dong. Please feel free to come to me if you ever need anything in the future."

Cheng Ye patted his chest, making a grand promise, and walked out of the shop with the box in his arms.

Uncle Dong was able to fight on the battlefield for over twenty years, and even after getting injured in his old age, he was able to retire and open a shop.

This is beyond what intelligence can achieve; he's definitely a ruthless character with a tough tactic.

“Investing in me with a box of nutrient solution is a good way to earn my favor, and I also need Uncle Dong to keep it a secret. Our goals don’t conflict.”

I went into the room and closed the door.

Cheng Ye opened ten more of the remaining seventeen bags of nutrient solution and ate them, finally feeling a little full and banishing the hunger that had been lingering in his mind.

When I took off my shirt in the public restroom, the body in the mirror was no longer as thin as before. Overnight, it was covered with a thin layer of muscle. The lines were not exaggerated, but they exuded a powerful beauty.

Staring at himself in the mirror, Cheng Ye was overwhelmed with unprecedented shock.

"This is terrifying! The buffs from this skill far exceed my expectations!"

It's difficult to explain what exactly happened using science.

The level 1 basic power generation not only brought him power generation techniques and muscle memory, but also brought about this change in his muscular physique overnight, saving him months of hard training.

"Could it be because the muscle memory required for exertion needs sufficient muscle support?"

"If I find a skill to improve my physique in the future, will I still be able to achieve such a huge improvement?"

Back in his room, Cheng Ye was caught in a happy dilemma.

His sudden surge in strength greatly increased his confidence in surviving the upcoming field missions.

But the dramatic changes overnight made it difficult for him to remain hidden and develop among the crowd.

Drop drop drop.

A call request came through the defense communication device on the table.

Who called me so early?
Cheng Ye looked at the screen curiously, then suddenly froze.

It wasn't Liu Bi, but a name he had never imagined.

(End of this chapter)