Chapter 102: Arrangements (Seeking Member Clicks)

Time: End Times Era
Planet: Earth, Solar System MZ1001
Region: Southern Huaxia
Character: Yang Fan
Profession Rank: First Tier, Level 8
Health: 1600/1600.
Mana: 700/700.
Attack: 715-925.
Defense: 135.
Constitution: 400, chiefly affecting resistance and recovery, equivalent to 4000 percent of an ordinary person.
Strength: 400, chiefly affecting offensive power and carrying capacity, equivalent to 4000 percent of an ordinary person.
Agility: 400, chiefly affecting reaction speed and movement speed, equivalent to 4000 percent of an ordinary person.
Intelligence: 400, chiefly affecting special domains and calculation speed, equivalent to 4000 percent of an ordinary person.
Skills: Might of the Gods Lv. 1, Aura of the Gods Lv. 1, Shield of the Divine Lv. 1, Tai Chi Lv. 1, Forceful Qi Charge Lv. 1, Combat Mastery Lv. 2, Melee Weapon Mastery Lv. 2, Firearms Mastery Lv. 4, Reconnaissance Mastery Lv. 1, Battle Mastery Lv. 2, Intelligence Mastery Lv. 2, Forceful Qi Mastery Lv. 3. Invisibility, equipment skill, no level.
Equipment: God's Cloak, God's Crown, Thunder Essence Blade, Portrait of a Lady.
Items: Explosive Talismans, True Eagle Eye, assorted miscellaneous goods.
Battle Rating: B+.
Bloodline: Yan-Huang bloodline.
End Times Coins: 10,500.
Talent: Save File, supreme divine talent. Description: Allows one to save the game at any chosen point in time, just like a single-player game. After saving, a seven-day cooldown is required. Once the seven days have passed, the system randomly returns the user to a point 1 to 30 days in the past. Current saved duration: 7 days.
Current experience: 25,000
Experience required for Level 9: 5,000
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“My heavens, ten thousand and five hundred End Times Coins. How could there be so many? Could this be from some national-level thread?”

As he simmered the meat, Yang Fan studied his own attributes. Overall, they were more than satisfactory. The Yan-Huang bloodline, however, looked rather useless at a glance. Since it had already been altered once by the compound potion, it was effectively like a full reallocation of points, and the bloodline had been dissolved into him. It was impossible to tell how much it had increased his abilities. That bloodline power, for now, was still impossible to gauge.

But the End Times Coins did shock Yang Fan deeply. Very quickly, though, he regained his composure. Ten thousand coins was a great deal, but not enough to make him lose his head. After calming down for a moment, he resumed his usual expression and murmured to himself.

“By and large, my strength is already quite decent. At the very least, I should be able to rank in the top ten in the country, and within the top hundred in the world.”

Thinking of this, and of the surge in End Times Coins, he felt immensely pleased. So he had the large quantity of food in the pot carried outside, and even personally brought out several bowls himself, in high spirits.

The soldiers, too, were drinking meat broth together in harmony. After all, once the danger had been removed, who would not be happy?

The meat from a single armored iron beetle could fill ten adults for an entire day. With more than a hundred such beetles, there would be more than enough to feed over a thousand people. Most importantly, the broth was wonderfully delicious. Yang Fan would not shortchange the refugees either; after all, they were still people.

He first had bowls served to Wang Cheng and Fu Gaobin. Then Li Qiang had people come in, and the camp fell into a flurry of activity. People came and went, while all the heat remained trapped in the cave and rarely escaped. Even if it did, the snow and wind outside would sweep it away, so there was no need for concern. Yang Fan had planned all of this in advance, leaving no oversight or loophole.

As for Fu Gaobin and Wang Cheng, after happily finishing several bowls of meat broth inside the cave, they felt warm all over. At the cave entrance, people moved busily back and forth. Since the meat broth was cooked quickly, most people were able to have a steaming bowl in a short time. In such bitter cold, being able to drink such a bowl of broth was already splendid.

After satisfying their appetites, Yang Fan had Fu Gaobin and Wang Cheng bring over two more bowls of meat broth and deliver them to Xiao You’s older brother. That fellow was still very weak and needed nourishment. This insect meat broth was perfect for him.

There were four pots inside the cave. Originally, Li Qiang had wanted six or eight, but after Yang Fan calculated the time, he realized there was not enough of it. They could not carve out a cave large enough for six or eight pots, so they settled for this one.

Still, four pots were barely sufficient: three for eating, and one divided evenly to bring warmth and restore strength to the refugees in the vehicles.

Everything proceeded according to plan. Yang Fan found a place with a better view of the distance and began handling other matters. Two pieces of insect armor could be forged into a bronze-grade breastplate, increasing defense by thirty points. Those thirty points meant it could reduce thirty percent of incoming damage.

This was extremely important, and Yang Fan wasted no words. He immediately handed them to Liu Qiaoqiao, who forged them in her own marketplace. At a forging cost of fifty End Times Coins per piece, fifty-five defensive armors were produced. Yang Fan kept twenty sets for himself, and took out the remaining thirty.

At the same time, he gave Liu Qiaoqiao the corpse of the corrupted armored beetle. This creature possessed a very useful ability: from its corpse, one could distill a corruptive liquid. Applied to weapons, it could be used against humans as well as against insect races, greatly increasing their power.

One corrupted armored beetle could yield three to five bottles of it. Naturally, Yang Fan would not dare waste such a precious resource.

After everything was finished, Wang Cheng and Fu Gaobin came over to him as well. Since the three of them all now had armor, there was no need to be so underhanded about it. Yang Fan had Wang Cheng call Li Qiang over. The latter came trotting over at once, carrying a bowl of meat broth, drinking as he ran, utterly lacking in dignity. Fu Gaobin could not help looking down on him inwardly. And this was supposed to be the chief commander.

Li Qiang seemed to realize his own lapse, but all he did was sternly straighten his expression, showing no embarrassment whatsoever. Then he looked at the twenty sets of armor on the ground, and his eyes lit up. He even forgot the broth in his hands and lunged at once, picking up a silver breastplate to examine it.

“In less than ten minutes, you actually made them this fast. Thank heavens, thank heavens.”

Li Qiang said excitedly.

“These things cost one hundred End Times Coins each. If you deduct the cost, you still owe me one thousand End Times Coins. But seeing how things are now, let’s forget it. Still, there’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world, and I don’t have enough coins myself either. So if there’s a next time, you’ll have to pay me a fee.”

Yang Fan half-joked, half-seriously.

After all, this was the apocalypse. Every little thing had to be taken into account. If he were too generous, he might invite unnecessary trouble for himself, or Li Qiang might start treating him like a money tree. That would not be good at all...

If the original plan had three daily chapters, then after the members’ clicks surpass two thousand, there will be an extra chapter. If the recommended votes surpass one thousand, there will be an extra chapter. Brothers, the melon seeds are in your hands!