Jiang Xiaoxiao calculated that there were still many Dragon Crystals in her space.
Those Dragon Crystals casually tossed on the space’s ground could actually regrow in the soil.
And it seed their quality was even higher than the Dragon Crystals she had fished out from the dragon pool.
In that case, creating her own batch of warriors on the 900th floor doesn’t seem too much. If they truly beca high-quality warriors, directly invading the outside world, and cleaning up those monsters to restore peace to the world, then improving the soil for large-scale farming and livestock breeding would an humanity wouldn’t rely on fighting to survive.
Jiang Xiaoxiao suddenly felt that would be the perfect world.
Her life’s aning had been elevated.
Doesn’t it feel majestic and grand?
Jiang Xiaoxiao always believed she had the potential to beco a Holy Mother, and now she realized she truly was that kind of person.
Apparently, society hadn’t beaten her enough.
The beatings from her past life didn’t lead her to beco soone filled with revenge, who repays every slight, which really is an injustice of fate.
What does it feel like when twenty-five n valiantly escort Doctor Jiang back to the dormitory?
Sorry, no one noticed.
Jiang Xiaoxiao made a dinner; she hadn’t had ti to cook recently and hadn’t noticed how dejected number Nine was.
With a dish of braised pork and a large plate of cucumber and wood ear salad, number Nine imdiately revived.
"Sister, sister, I’m hungry. Sister, I’m hungry!"
"Wait a minute!"
Jiang Xiaoxiao smilingly set the tableware, number Nine’s character was a match for her daughter, Song Ziyuan.
Then... then even Jiang Xiaoxiao didn’t get to eat.
"Doctor Jiang! Doctor Jiang, are you there? It’s Lu Fengming."
Jiang Xiaoxiao reluctantly opened the door.
"Building Chief Lu, what’s the matter?"
Outside stood Lu Fengming, along with Director Xiao, and the higher-ups of the 900th floor, crowded in the hallway.
"Doctor Jiang, let’s go inside to talk, inside to talk."
Lu Fengming pulled Jiang Xiaoxiao in.
"Doctor Jiang! Look at , at my age, I’ve been stuck at my current stage for fifteen years. A dignified building chief stuck at A for fifteen years, it’s shaful! I have no face to see anyone, I might as well be dead."
Tears flowed as he spoke.
Jiang Xiaoxiao honestly gave Lu Fengming a smile, "Building Chief, I understand your point. Wait a mont!"
The ones crying poverty had arrived.
Director Xiao got anxious.
"Doctor Jiang! I... I also have it bad, very bad, I’m just a director and I’ve stressed my hair white, still just a B grade, it’s so embarrassing..."
"Doctor Jiang, we’re all embarrassed, we can’t live on anymore."
"Doctor Jiang, Doctor Jiang, we also want to die. We’ve wasted our lives this lifeti."
The noise surged.
"Building Chief Lu, these are for you, how about you distribute them to everyone?"
A small mountain piled up in front.
The radiant red color was so opulent, overpowering in its richness!
Lu Fengming was dumbfounded.
He knew Liu Jian and Captain Lu’s twenty-five n had advanced three levels, and all had reached the pinnacle of combat power, aning twenty-five S-class warriors suddenly erged from the 900th floor; what kind of concept is that?
The 900th floor singing about being freed slaves.
But he, a dignified building chief, was still just an A class, wasn’t that embarrassing, so he hurriedly brought people over.
Cornering Jiang Xiaoxiao, they shalessly persisted with one goal: Doctor Jiang might get annoyed and let slip a little, and they would...
Lu Fengming dread of taking his team to gloriously shine at the building chiefs’ annual eting every year.
Now, who cares about face?
It’s unnecessary.
Then Doctor Jiang had no pause, not a trace of hesitation or difficulty, like a dream.
A dream of a pie falling from the sky.
A pile of Dragon Crystals stacked before them.
Lu Fengming felt he could die happy.
Willing to die just like that.
With the Dragon Crystals, Lu Fengming quickly retreated with the people.
Why stay here, go back to train.
We are warriors; if we don’t train, we are not good warriors.
All the training rooms on the 900th floor were filled.
......
A team leader rushed into the base director’s office, sweating profusely.
The base director frowned, wondering how Xiao Li was becoming so undisciplined, not even knocking before bursting in. But seeing him sweating like he just ca out of a midsumr day, he relented.
"Mr. Li, did sothing happen in the training rooms again? Why do you look like this? Rember, knock before entering in the future, this lack of discipline isn’t acceptable; what if I’m eting a guest?"
The base director, Li ngqiang, had been having headaches recently.
Everyone thought that the survivor base they possess is unbreakable, but who knew the 100th floor is a fortress in the entire base’s defense.
Why does the 200th floor have all the S talents?
Because the 100th and 200th floors together guard the whole base.
All the high-level warriors are concentrated here, but recently, these monsters have been acting strangely.
They are like they’ve gone mad, more and more monsters are erging from the blazing battlefield.
There used to be a pattern, about 500 to 1,000 high-level monsters ca out each month. dium and low-level monsters were nurous, but they were still within the warrior’s controllable range.
The problem is that a year ago, nearly 10,000 high-level monsters began erging each month, a number that is beyond the warriors’ ability to eliminate.
The ground beca full of high-level monsters.
The casualty rates among warriors began to soar.
That’s also why the dical facility has beco so high-cost now.
For a regular cold or minor wound, people aren’t even allowed treatnt in the dical facility.
The price hikes are ant to reserve the dical facility’s treatnt pods for all the warriors.
Though the dical facility may seem available, in reality, all its treatnt pods have been moved to the 200th floor.
Supplies are also now insufficient because when warriors from the 100th and 200th floors go out, they have no ti to search for supplies.
They are too busy fighting monsters.
Li ngqiang wished he could recruit people from sowhere.
But, finding more S ranks isn’t easy.
Now, the issue with training rooms is sothing he simply doesn’t have the heart to manage.
"Base Director! All the training rooms on the 900th floor are broken."
Mr. Li wiped his sweat. Last night, he thought one training room on the 900th floor had a problem, which would be a simple bug to fix. However, after checking the database this morning, he was nearly scared senseless.
Goodness!
Now nearly all the training rooms on the 900th floor are filled with S combat power training there. How is this even possible?
The highest combat power level on the 900th floor should at most be A .
And even then, only one person, the building chief.
Now the entire training room is filled with S combat power, where could he even argue his case?
"If they’re broken, go fix them; what good does telling do? Are you expecting to go repair the training rooms on the 900th floor myself?"
"Base Director, all the training rooms on the 900th floor are broken, and the core energy needed to repair them can only be obtained from the monsters hunted up from the 100th floor. We’ve not obtained any energy stones from the 100th and 200th floors in over a year.
How am I supposed to repair them?"
This was crucial.
The base director thought for a mont, his head throbbing.
"Then don’t fix it for now!"
A lack of training rooms on the 900th floor won’t kill anyone, whereas lives are at stake on the 100th and 200th floors.
If it can’t be handled right now, let it be.
Mr. Li received the order and listlessly left.
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