Chapter 10: Chapter 9: Qi Vein Hand, the Hidden Buffs from Skills! [Dear residents of Happiness City, good morning!]
[This is the Happiness City Morning Radio, accompanying you punctually at six o’clock every day. I’m today’s announcer: Little Sun, hoping to deliver warmth and happiness through the airwaves to you!]
[First, let’s focus on the weather news. Look outside the window; a playful storm is gently covering Stone Province, Cloud City, Sun City, and all nine cities including Chuan City, where our Happiness City is located. However, the playful rain might be having too much fun; flash floods, like infected bodies playing hide and seek, might appear at any time. Adventurers going out, remember to open your eyes wide, don’t let the flood take you to other provinces~]
[Speaking of our neighbor Cloud City, good news! The infection tide there has finally ended, but unfortunately, Yueye Shelter City wasn’t so lucky. Heard they suffered a great loss in the infection tide and now can only shiver in their underground facilities. Little Sun is cheering for them, hoping the gloom disperses soon!]
[Oh, and an important reminder! Some water-loving infected bodies affected by the storm might go on a sudden ’trip’. Warriors about to leave Happiness City, ensure you’re prepared; don’t get scared by these savage guys!]
[Next is news from surrounding provinces. A strange thick fog has appeared recently in Sand Province. People walking into it are like falling into cotton candy, could it be secretly hidden by Yun Duo?]
[In Sea Province, a new tentacle infection source has appeared, reportedly measuring thirty meters in length, a distant relative of Death Language Tentacles, yikes, truly disgusting!]
[....]
A lively female voice from the dilapidated radio clashed with the death-filled tone of the Wasteland.
Amid the sound of rain.
’Uncle Dong’ lay with crossed legs in a rattan chair, swaying a palm fan, occasionally muttering curses, exclamations, and curiosities in response to the radio broadcast.
The morning radio, every three days, is one of the few entertainments for the lower-level people in the Buffer Zone.
Unlike the daily punctual evening broadcast, which always maintains a harsh gray tone, imbued with the threat of death, as if not heeding the warnings would result in being torn to pieces by infected bodies at once.
Little Sun’s broadcast always made people feel comfortable, as if those infected bodies had become friendly neighbors.
Yet, the happy time was always so short, and in a blink of an eye, half an hour of news time was over, ending the whispers of news from all over the Wasteland.
The closing sound slowly emanated from the radio speaker:
[Alright, the director has been urging, so.. today’s broadcast ends here~]
[However, before ending, I still want to chat with the family members living in Happiness City, please do not fear new changes. We have diligent guards cleaning around the city around the clock, minimizing the threat of infected bodies, with a real-time information-sharing network established with over twenty surrounding shelter cities to master all dynamic changes at the first moment...]
[Of course, we also have the most professional inspectors who can keep all infected bodies out of the checkpoints, protecting every citizen’s safety from the source!]
[Quickly get up, carrying the vitality that Little Sun gives you, live energetically today too~]
"That’s it?"
The sweet femal voice disappeared, transforming into chaotic static.
Uncle Dong, somewhat dissatisfied, cursed a bit, pulling out the right hand he had just tucked into his pocket.
Damn storm, even cut off Little Sun’s radio time by two minutes, missing the final sweet singing segment.
He was just about to start, and it ended?
He glanced up at the electronic clock on the wall, the hands had just moved past 6:31. Uncle Dong smacked his lips, and his injured right arm started hurting again in such humid weather.
"Still need to earn more money, get surgery sooner..."
Damn stormy day, probably no business today.
But thinking of the astronomical surgery costs, Uncle Dong had no choice but to stand up and slowly pull up the shutter door.
The rusty iron chain creaked, the roller made an old gear-grinding squeak. When exposed to a half-person high gap, a pair of scarlet eyes slowly emerged.
"Shit!"
Uncle Dong shivered in fright, having retired for many years, his courage greatly reduced, now actually scared to retreat two steps.
Bang.
The iron door was held by a pair of hands, lifted from outside to inside, scarlet eyes downward, revealing a young man’s angular jawline.
"Cheng?"
Seeing it was Cheng Ye, Uncle Dong obviously breathed a sigh of relief but his heart still pounded.
"Why are you here so early..."
The words stuck in his throat and stopped, even though it was just a day missing, Cheng Ye’s state had become somewhat confusing for Uncle Dong.
Skin increasingly pale, blue-black veins already visible underneath, like vines swelled by the storm.
His body, previously flat, now showed muscle bulging, especially the chest muscles, slightly forming an inverted triangle.
In addition, with years of old soldier experience, Uncle Dong also noticed that Cheng Ye’s hands seemed to have grown larger?
This is a sign that only martial artists can have, representing the opening of the qi vein in hands, able to hold weapons better in close combat, or explode stronger force when barehanded!
"Uncle Dong, how many bags of nutrient paste do you have here, bring them out, I... want them all!"
Cheng Ye’s voice was hoarse, like sandpaper grating on rust, a bit terrifying.
Uncle Dong frowned, but ultimately still didn’t ask anything, quickly coming out with a box of nutrient paste.
"There are thirty-five bags left, how much can you drink, today Uncle Dong treats!"
No answer.
Cheng Ye had already reached out both hands, forcefully grabbing two bags, forcing them into his mouth and squeezing them.
Milky white liquid flowed down from the mouth, Adam’s apple moving up and down, producing continuous gurgling sounds.
Frankly, the nutrient paste produced by Happiness City doesn’t taste unpleasant.