As evening approached, Tang Xian had gathered enough redline grass and once again built a nest atop the Hundred-Handed Wood.
He didn't need to return to the mining district for the ti being. Dong Ran's dance steps still required practice, and he also had to patiently wait for Qing JiuYu to bring the things he wanted.
And for Qing JiuYu to reveal what they wanted him to do.
Tang Xian had so guesses. The conflict between the fox and snake tribes must be at a critical phase, and coincidentally, sothing significant had happened among the foxes.
Without any clues, guessing blindly was a foolish endeavor.
The evening breeze was gentle. After scattering redline grass on the tent and the branches of the Hundred-Handed Wood, Tang Xian sat leisurely inside, breathing the cleanest air.
Having an enhanced sense of sll was a perk, allowing him to detect scents from far away. By these scents, he could deduce what was happening around him, which was quite an interesting thing for Tang Xian.
At least it made passing the ti very convenient.
The forest sea was different from the real world.
Outside the Pyramid, the Earth used to be magnificent. But now the deserts had expanded, the oceans turned murky, and most of the surviving sea life was from thousands of kiloters beneath the sea.
So had even mutated. As for land creatures... Tang Xian wasn't even sure if there were any left.
Cities had turned to ruins, and the radiation left by wars was extrely lethal.
In short, from the survival education Tang Xian and everyone else had received since childhood, the world outside the Pyramid had been thoroughly exhausted by humanity.
It was an environnt completely inhospitable to humans.
It was said that many death row inmates were not executed but simply exiled outside the Pyramid, where they would die within a few hours.
The chanical Pyramids were humanity's last refuge.
If one could survive in the mining district for over seven days, humans would consider migrating there.
Tang Xian really wanted to try, to see if he could last seven days in the mining district. He was indeed making the attempt, and today marked the first day.
Shang Lu had given him quite a few Jiuye Biphasic Orchids. He had only given three to Qing JiuYu; the rest were bargaining chips. If anything happened in the next five days, he could at least use location sharing to ask for Qing JiuYu's assistance.
Although the forest sea was currently a red zone, Qing JiuYu was the reason for it becoming so. Although uncertain if the favorability described by "Heart Throb" was precise, his current relationship with Qing JiuYu should be friendly.
Getting through these days safely wasn't an exaggerated expectation.
Interestingly, there were nurous cases in survival education where people died after staying in the mining district for seven days. The impression of the mining district for everyone was that it was difficult to survive in, not due to the environnt itself, but because of the ferocity of its various unknown creatures.
Tang Xian's thoughts differed; he found the mining district more comfortable than staying in the Pyramid.
Recalling certain special aspects about himself, he sotis wondered if he had mutated.
Many parents joked with their children, "You were picked up from the mining district by your mom and dad."
Tang Xian's parents had said such things too.
He naturally didn't take it literally, but he indeed couldn't rember anything from before he was two or three years old.
Shaking his head, Tang Xian laughed at himself mockingly.
HIs thoughts had wandered too far.
He indeed had a series of plans, like building a house in the mining district. Then establishing a private teleportation station.
Right here in the forest sea, as long as he kept good relations with that group of foxes, he could likely beco the first human in history to live in the mining district.
But all this could only happen if he managed to stay in the mining district for seven days.
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...
Seven days weren't a long ti.
Pyramid Fortress No. 39 was busier than usual during these days.
There was a new debt to handle on Jiang Ming's bill.
Currently on the fourth floor, in his office, he opened his inbox and discovered that not long ago, a hellhound with three heads was hunted down by a team called Shengtang.
As a person with a high credit rating, especially soone within the system and though Jiang Ming was young, he could enjoy the privilege of posting jobs and only paying once the task was completed, just like many entrepreneurs.
He paid the bill promptly and beca curious about the team nad Shengtang.
Using the convenience of his position, Jiang Ming checked and discovered that this team was actually affiliated with the military.
And it had been established for only two days. The team went from the bottom of the rankings to soaring past two hundred places.
"What kind of codenas are these? Tang, Tang, Tang Wudi... Even soldiers are getting less and less serious these days," he scoffed, shaking his head with a smile.
Many teams were like this, luckily hunting down powerful creatures and shooting up the ranks overnight.
But such luck, if had once in a lifeti, would already signify an extraordinary life. Many teams had experienced such sudden rises in rank, and afterward, they would simply be surpassed by other teams.
Jiang Ming didn't think too much of it.
Soon, the Hunting Festival would comnce.
Teams of hunters from around the world would gather at Fortress No. 39, in the grand arena on the third floor, a grand event where hunters from all nations could exchange experiences and compete against one another.
He was actually looking forward to seeing this Shengtang team.
After paying the bill, Jiang Ming glanced at his mission.
"[Hunt the hellhound with three heads in the forest sea, bounty price, one hundred pieces of standard purple organic ore. Pending completion.]"
Jiang Ming looked on with a hint of resignation.
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