I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

As Xiong Ge spoke, he observed Shen Tian's reaction.

Having spent many years mingling in the streets, he has a keen eye for people.

The stench of blood emanating from Shen Tian was even stronger than the stench that had accumulated in the slaughterhouse for over a decade.

How could someone like that be content to stay here and slaughter cows for the rest of his life?

Shen Tian didn't say anything.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over the workers in the canteen who were arguing heatedly over a few pieces of fatty meat.

His eyes were indifferent.

indeed.

It's so peaceful here.

"I just wanted to ask, what are your plans for the future?"

Seeing that Shen Tian didn't seem to mind, Xiong Ge became a little bolder.

"If you have nowhere to go, I can introduce you to a way to become a bodyguard for a big family in the city. The pay is good, the work is easy, and it's respectable."

In his view, this was the best way out.

With Shen Tian's abilities, becoming a guard captain would be a piece of cake.

Shen Tian flicked the crumpled tissue in his hand.

The crumpled paper traced an arc and landed precisely in the trash can a few meters away.

"Need not."

Shen Tian refused very decisively.

To be a dog for the family?

Not interested in.

He stood up and straightened his collar.

"I want to join the army."

Brother Xiong's hand holding the cigarette suddenly trembled.

"What?"

"Are you going to join the army?"

Brother Xiong's voice suddenly rose, drawing the attention of several workers eating nearby.

He quickly lowered his voice, leaned forward, and his face trembled with anxiety.

"Dude, are you crazy?"

"Is that a place people go?"

"The front lines are a meat grinder! So many people go in, and not even a bone fragment is left!"

"That's for fighting real monsters."

"If you're so capable, you could live a life of luxury anywhere else. Why go and throw your life away?"

Brother Xiong really doesn't understand.

In this world, it's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death.

join the army?

That's like putting your life on the line, not knowing if you'll even be able to open your eyes tomorrow.

The mortality rate is as high as 90%.

That means going to your death.

Shen Tian looked at the excited Xiong Ge, but his expression remained frighteningly calm.

He understands these principles.

But he knew even better what he wanted.

In this world where martial arts reign supreme, it's incredibly difficult for ordinary people to rise above their circumstances.

Resources, cultivation techniques, and medicines are all completely monopolized by powerful clans.

Li Zihao, a good-for-nothing, was able to reach the Great Perfection of Mortal Realm simply because he had a good father, by using potions to achieve this.

As for ordinary people like him, no matter how talented they are, without the guidance of cultivation techniques, they can only be stuck in the mortal realm for their entire lives, becoming a laborer with a bit more strength.

He was not reconciled.

The system can only give him kill points, which can improve his attributes.

However, to break through the shackles of realm and master true martial arts skills, one must have cultivation techniques.

Only the military.

That's the most dangerous place, but also the place with the most opportunities.

That was the only place that didn't consider family background, only military merit.

As long as you dare to kill, as long as you're tough enough to survive.

That way you can get everything you want.

"I know that's a meat grinder."

"But only there can I find what I want."

Brother Xiong was stunned.

What do you want?

"Cultivation Techniques"

Shen Tian uttered two words.

"I want the cultivation technique."

"Breakthrough to the Martial Artist Realm."

Brother Xiong opened his mouth wide, unable to close it for a long time.

It felt like there was a fishbone stuck in my throat; I wanted to say something but couldn't.

Musha.

For these people from the lower classes, martial artists are like gods in the heavens.

Can't even think about it.

But this young man in front of me said it so matter-of-factly.

It was as if it wasn't some unattainable dream, but rather a product on a shelf that he could reach out and grab.

This kind of confidence.

Or rather, this arrogance.

This made Brother Xiong feel a pang of fear.

He looked into Shen Tian's eyes.

Brother Xiong took a deep breath, threw the cigarette butt, which had burned to the end, on the ground, and stomped it out hard.

"OK."

"You've got guts."

He emphasized the name "Brother Xiong" very much.

But then...

He then changed the subject.

"Federal conscription has one ironclad rule."

"Ages 18 or older".

Brother Xiong looked Shen Tian up and down.

"Brother, judging from your appearance, you're probably no more than seventeen."

"If you go to the registration desk, they'll just glance at your ID card and kick you out."

"Forget about joining the army, you can't even get your hands on the door of the military post."

Shen Tian frowned slightly.

Brother Xiong had been observing Shen Tian.

Seeing the gloom in Shen Tian's eyes, he knew that the time was right.

That kid.

He's a wolf cub.

Give this kind of person a piece of meat, and they'll carve out an entire world for themselves.

"However..."

Brother Xiong suddenly lowered his voice.

His face, full of fleshy muscles, looked rather mysterious.

"Regular troops can't go."

"That doesn't mean there's nowhere to go."

He tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

dong dong.

The voice was muffled.

"Brother Shen, I think you're a ruthless man."

"He dropped out of high school and dared to come to my factory. The way he hit that kid just now really impressed me."

Shen Tian raised his head.

His gaze was like a knife.

It pierced straight at Brother Xiong's face.

"Brother Xiong, just say what you have to say."

Brother Xiong wasn't annoyed.

Instead, he chuckled.

He revealed a set of large, yellowed teeth stained from smoking.

"Mercenary hire".

"Or rather, the Revenant."

These three words were uttered.

Shen Tian's eyes flickered slightly.

Seeing this, Brother Xiong became even more energized.

He leaned forward, almost lying on the table.

They lowered their voices even further, so that only the two of them could hear them.

"Outside the city, that's the territory of the strange beasts."

"It is also a lawless place."

"There's a group of people there who specialize in doing business that puts their lives on the line."

"Hunting exotic beasts, searching for relics, and escorting smuggled goods."

"I'd sell my life for money."

Brother Xiong licked his chapped lips.

A glint of greed and fear flashed in his eyes.

They don't check ID cards there.

"I don't care how old you are."

"I don't care who your father is."

"Only look at one thing."

Brother Xiong stretched out his hand and made a chop motion across his neck.

"Let's see if your knife is fast enough."

"Let's see if your heart is ruthless enough."

Shen Tian didn't say anything.

I just listened quietly.

But Brother Xiong could sense that the kid's aura had changed.

"You're looking for a cultivation technique?"

"In the army, if you want an ordinary martial arts manual, you have to risk your life to accumulate military merits. Don't even think about it for three to five years."

"But in the hands of those mercenaries."

"hey-hey."

Brother Xiong chuckled twice.

"Things on a dead person are ownerless."

Shen Tian narrowed his eyes.

Ownerless property.

These four characters are very smooth.

In this cannibalistic world, the law only protects the strong.

In a place like the wilderness, once someone dies, they're dead. Nobody will bother investigating anything about a dead person.

As long as your hands and feet are clean, who would know if you were murdering and robbing, or just looting a corpse?

"That sounds good."

Shen Tian put down the chopsticks in his hand.

The stainless steel chopsticks made a crisp sound as they tapped on the table.

"But this line of work isn't something just anyone can get into, is it?"

Since it is a lawless place, it must have its own threshold.

If just any Tom, Dick, or Harry could make a fortune in the wilderness, the city would be deserted long ago.

Brother Xiong chuckled.

The fat on his face jiggled wildly.

He took out another cigarette, but didn't light it; he just greedily sniffed it.

"Brother Shen is a sensible man."

"In places like that, without someone to guide you, you won't even be able to find a supply point."

"If a new face goes in, they'll most likely be seen as easy prey and get slaughtered by their own kind before they even see the beast."

Brother Xiong tucked the cigarette behind his ear and leaned forward.

Those shrewd little eyes were fixed on Shen Tian.

He's gambling.

I'm betting that Shen Tian, ​​this dragon crossing the river, can stir up a lot of waves.

Doing a favor now might save your life later.

"I have connections."

Brother Xiong lowered his voice.

"In my early years, I also spent a few days outside. Although I didn't make a name for myself, I did know a few friends who dealt in illicit goods."

"There's an old fox among them who specializes in brokering deals."

"As long as he agrees, getting you a temporary hunter's ID card won't be difficult."

Shen Tian looked at him.

He didn't say anything.

There is no free lunch in the world.

Even a three-year-old understands this principle.

Brother Xiong felt a little uneasy under Shen Tian's gaze.

That look was so cold.

It felt like being stared at by a hungry wolf.

He chuckled dryly and rubbed the grime off his hands.

"Of course, I didn't work for nothing."

"If Brother Shen ever becomes successful, don't forget your old brother."

"These days, having more friends means having more options."

Shen Tian withdrew his gaze.

This reason is somewhat credible.

No profit can not afford to be early.

If Brother Xiong says something like "I like you" or "It's for justice," then he'll suspect that the fat guy is trying to sell him out.

This blatant exchange of benefits actually makes people feel at ease.

"When can it be done?"

Shen Tian asked very directly.

He doesn't like to drag things out.

Now that we've decided to take this path, the sooner the better.

Every day he delays, he gets further away from the martial arts realm.

When Brother Xiong saw that Shen Tian had given in, he was overjoyed.

This investment is a sure thing.

In Xiong Ge's opinion, as long as there is a suitable cultivation method, Shen Tian will be able to break through to the level of a martial artist.

He has now forged a favor with a martial artist.

of course.

If Shen Tian dies in the wilderness, it will be of his own free will.

"Give me three days... no, two days!"

Brother Xiong stretched out two fingers, each as thick as a carrot, and waved them in front of Shen Tian.

"I'll pave the way for you in two days."

"When the time comes, you can go directly to see that old devil."

"As for whether you can catch that old ghost's eye, that depends on your own abilities."

Shen Tian stood up.

The chair scraped against the floor with a harsh sound.

"it is good."

"I'll wait for your news in two days."

"Bring over a few more semi-monsters in the next couple of days so I can practice."

Done.

He turned and left.

Not a single word wasted.

His back was straight and upright, exuding a coldness that kept strangers at bay.

Brother Xiong watched Shen Tian's figure disappear at the cafeteria entrance before letting out a long sigh of relief.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on my back.

That kid.

Her aura is too strong.

He's just a young boy who hasn't even reached adulthood yet, so why does he seem more dangerous than those real martial artists?

Brother Xiong took out a lighter and tried several times before he finally lit the cigarette.

Take a deep breath.

The acrid smoke swirled in his lungs, calming him down slightly.

"Oh shit."

"What a monster."

He muttered something.

But deep in his eyes, a glint of excitement shone.

He felt he had made the right bet.