942: Chapter 928: Awakening 942: Chapter 928: Awakening In the cramped utility room filled with the stench of sweat and blood, four people were forcibly cramd into less than four square ters of space.
Uncomfortable, huh?
The small space, combined with the unpleasant odor and occasional moans, ensured that the unlucky sods inside constantly experienced the suffocation of too many bodies cramd together.
It must have truly felt like being in a human purgatory.
And yet, this was still considered “preferential treatnt” for so…
“…Not bad, Mr.
An Nan let us use this place for free, at least it provides shelter from the wind and rain.
He even had a doctor co to treat us…”
For the gang leader Damu, the local master, Mr.
An Nan, as well as his seemingly invisible wife, were exceptionally kind people rarely encountered.
They not only provided them with work but also noticed their living difficulties and offered the utility room and maid quarters for free.
“…It’s just that he seems too nice.
We rely said we were ‘injured in the riots,’ and he actually believed us, even getting a doctor to treat us.
While that’s a good thing, being too nice can lead to being taken advantage of…”
Damu even found the ti to worry that the overly kind-hearted host might get scamd by others.
In his view, this was targeted sympathy, as just nearby in the Gardener’s lodge lurked a group of scoundrels.
The refugee camp had been divided into “Blood Feast” and “non-Blood Feast” factions, and the gardening and animal husbandry area, taken up by the Gardener, had beco the territory of Blood Feast.
Strangely, the opposing factions were situated in close proximity, each warily monitoring the other, yet neither dared to cross the boundary…
Any bloodshed on the ground would imdiately bring the estate’s hounds and sheriffs to resolve the issue.
Perhaps concerned about the recent instability, Mr.
An Nan bought two more hounds and invited a sheriff to station nearby…
of course, officially it was by donating a “Police Booth.”
This ti, both sides would definitely not dare face off here any longer.
In fact, even without these asures, both sides had long reached a tacit understanding that they would fight to the death underground, but once above ground, they must hold back.
This bizarre shift from life-and-death combat to suddenly acting like strangers caused so discomfort for onlookers…
But this was an ironclad rule that had to be observed to survive here; any violator would either be silenced or outright abandoned.
Lu Ping’an had actually underestimated their fear of being “expelled”…
This wasn’t rely a single city, nor just one world, but a pan-universe stratum centered around the Feather Tribe.
Being labeled a fugitive here was far worse than on Earth.
With enough “Kadund” provided, even the magnates of the First-line World might personally hunt you down.
But in truth, before they could even beco “universal fugitives,” they lacked the capability to escape this pan-universe realm and could only live like wild dogs…
When they couldn’t even defeat ordinary country policen and sheriffs, their lives as beggars were a stark resemblance to that of fugitives.
Knowing these consequences, they all treasured the last possibility, cherishing Lu Ping’an who was willing to offer them an “olive branch”…
Even though they had “seen through” the fact that this country tycoon was far more ambitious and realistic than he appeared.
Yet, they willingly allowed themselves to be used, eagerly playing the part of dogs…
workers, because they had no other choice.
It’s not that Lu Ping’an wasn’t being careful, disguising himself even more convincingly than the Feather Tribe people.
Should any slip-up occur, these people would probably cover for him proactively.
His arrival greatly improved their living conditions, but more importantly, it provided them with a pathway upwards, a possibility to integrate into this society.
If this were rely an opportunity, then the status of “Butler Nobility” was enough to incite them to fight each other to death.
It might sound incredible, as if Lu Ping’an attained in a short ti what was beyond their upper limits…
When in reality, their “identities” never gave them a “chance” from the start.
Many of them were skilled, but this overly abundant and slow-paced world didn’t need “skills.”
Even when it cos to ordinary corner shop employees, they’d rather choose the neighbor’s dimwit child over a PhD from another ethnicity.
This harsh reality frustrated the “skilled” individuals, driving them to the edge of madness, yet they were powerless…
Their “new inventions” and “discoveries” were aningless, as this place had no need for reform, and even subtly rejected societal cultural advancent and technological innovations.
To thrive here, one must comply with their rules, blend into their society…
but as outsiders, they couldn’t even manage the first step.
One could say the designer of the “Hunt Plan” truly understood this universe and the Feather Tribe, realizing that without sufficient ti to assimilate into the outer zone, one couldn’t enter this universe as a mber of the Feather Tribe, and the mission would fail, leaving everyone to subsist on relief food in the refugee camp.
Actually, there were already several hunters who were living no better than beggars, almost ready to beco neighbors with the Blood Feast crowd.
Lu Ping’an even had his “subordinate” help them out a bit while also gathering so intelligence from them.
“…It seems a bit unfeasible.”
With those three people, the number of “hunters” that were found totalled eleven, yet the very fact they could be “found” implied that their skills were limited, their abilities constrained.
Daring to accept such a task, none who could obtain a Disguise Ring were weak, but even the strongest was no match for that Dao Zhong.
To really send them to fight to the death…
“…If too many die, the report will be a bit difficult to write.”
Lu Ping’an, however, was very calm…
Once he stepped into this world brimming with “Order,” after the initial maladjustnt, he slowly began to thrive like a fish in water.
“…Don’t ntion it, just rember what you owe us,” he said.
His subordinates, the Black Gloves group, which had grown to a five-person team, approached the “hunters” on his behalf, offered help, and granted Na Cards.
And the mont the Na Cards were touched, it was as if he was present in person.
Facing the grateful hunters, Lu Ping’an could feel sothing intangible being established.
What they owed him…
On the plane of causality (Fate), they were indebting themselves with their “help.”
In the recognition of emotions (Consciousness), they felt grateful for his support and believed they “owed” him.
On the financial level (Material), they took the supplies and money he provided, unable to repay, effectively incurring a “debt.”
With the “Na Card” as the node, the causality of the “trade” was linked, the “great investor” felt his destiny, sensed his “Profession” being fulfilled.
It wasn’t necessary for him to co in person, or rather, his true self wasn’t important in this process.
What mattered was the “trade” itself, the owed “causality,” the fact that they acknowledged this “debt.”
In front of Lu Ping’an, that thin notebook seed to emit a strange glow once again.
Lu Ping’an’s earlier guesses and “intuition” were not wrong.
To advance his main profession further, indeed required the support of a Contractor (Lawyer).
The words of a Contractor are the contract, and when they are put into writing, every word is worth its weight in gold.
“…It’s just mutual help, rember to repay when the ti cos.”
“Don’t worry about it, everyone falls on hard tis, just rember this favor.”
The Black Gloves naively spoke on behalf of Lu Ping’an, silently admiring their “boss” for being such a good person that even “comforting words” were prepared in advance.
Yet, they didn’t realize that they were helping to fulfill their own “pact” and “causality,” weaving an invisible yet deadly net on behalf of Lu Ping’an.
“…Don’t rush, take care of your injuries.
There’s no hurry with what you’ve missed, consider it a debt you owe .”
And sotis, so people, required the personal intervention of Lu Ping’an himself.
Now, his “employees” were actually the primary targets of his abilities that he was testing, awakening, and evolving.
“Gratitude is inappropriate, You really are a great philanthropist.
We will definitely repay this favor,” said the Blood Saint Dao Zhong, continuously expressing gratitude while also feeling sentintal inside.
If only he had encountered such a good “employer” earlier, perhaps, he wouldn’t have ended up in this state today.
But what he didn’t know was that his seemingly insincere “face-saving” remarks had already been acknowledged subconsciously as a “debt” he owed.
Lu Ping’an smiled and then headed to another location…
“Has the doctor arrived?
There’s no rush, take good care of your injuries…”
“Thank you so much…” Damu’s eyes brimd with tears.
What a wonderful employer he had, yet he still had secrets to keep, feeling like a group of bastards.
If given the chance, he definitely had to repay.
Thus, between the tangible and intangible, words ford a contract, another “debt” ca into being.
[Lu Ping’an’s Account Book (Unknown Wondrous Item) has taken shape…]
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