Chapter 136
Chapter 136: Go! Confucian dojo!
"We've arrived."
The night hung thick and dark as the slaughter at Seattle Mercy Hospital finally fell completely silent.
Jiang Nan surveyed the ruins with cold, indifferent eyes.
He had grown accustomed to this kind of silence.
【Ding! 24 hours have passed!】
【Daily settlement complete!】
【Word Spirit Reserve refreshed: +1 (Current Balance: 5,825)】
【Current Location: Seattle Mercy Hospital】
【Check-in successful!】
【Congratulations, Host—you have received Word Spirit·Maxim (F-Grade)!】
Not a single ripple crossed Jiang Nan's expression.
It was only 19:50 right now.
But factoring in the Grand Love Upon the Future time accumulated inside the Sovereign Lantern, 24 hours had already been reached.
He cast an indifferent glance at his remaining balance.
Word Spirit Reserve—one of his greatest trump cards in this apocalypse.
The recent high-intensity combat and string of issued commands had pushed his consumption rate slightly beyond his expectations.
‘Looks like I need to accelerate my movements.’
He wasn't anxious. He simply turned things over in his mind—he needed to fill all 20 sewing machines as quickly as possible.
High-quality souls to accelerate the Small World's operation.
Pulling his thoughts back, he looked at the newly drawn Word Spirit.
【Word Spirit·Maxim (F-Grade)】
【Function】: Leave behind a glowing passage of words (20-character limit).
【Property】: Permanent and indestructible.
【Cost】: 8 characters.
【Activation Method】: Crouch on the ground, press your fist against your chin, adopt a contemplative expression, and chant: "This Seat's words shall illuminate the path ahead!"
‘F-Grade?’
Jiang Nan's brow furrowed slightly.
But that Permanent and Indestructible property made him sense its value on a tactical level.
An absolute coordinate that could not be erased by physical force or rule-based interference.
In certain desperate situations, it would be far more useful than an S-Grade offensive skill.
To test its actual effect, Jiang Nan turned and walked into the hospital, climbing alone to the empty rooftop.
The night wind cut like a blade.
Jiang Nan crouched expressionlessly at the rooftop's edge, one fist pressed beneath his chin.
"This Seat's words shall illuminate the path ahead."
Hmm.
A pulse rippled across the rooftop.
Light bloomed.
Jiang Nan looked down.
And then—
His face went black.
Because the glowing line of text had appeared from directly beneath his backside.
In other words, from anyone else's perspective...
Jiang Nan had just squatted down and produced a glowing turd.
"………"
Jiang Nan stared down at the line of text from his elevated position.
【Arashin-Kai Are All Dimwits】
The characters were crisp and clear, radiating white light.
But his gaze at this moment was filled with murderous intent.
Not because of the content.
It was because he had noticed—
Above the line of text, his spectral silhouette from the moment of activation was on display!
A figure crouching on the ground, fist pressed to chin, expression pensive—looping endlessly above those words.
The face was pixelated out. But that posture, that motion—
It was essentially a live broadcast of someone taking a dump.
The night wind was cold.
But Jiang Nan's eyes at this moment were ten times colder than the wind.
He didn't erupt in curses. He didn't fly into a rage.
He simply closed his eyes, expression blank.
‘No wonder it's F-Grade.’
This damn thing absolutely deserved to be F-Grade.
He was numb with exasperation.
But then a thought occurred to him—that Permanent and Indestructible property…
Jiang Nan raised his head toward the night sky.
‘Either way, the face is pixelated. Who's to know it was me?’
‘And this line of text—it'll just stay here on the rooftop.’
‘Someday, someone from Arashin-Kai wanders by and looks up.’
‘"Arashin-Kai Are All Dimwits."’
‘With a crouching silhouette looping on repeat beside it.’
The corner of Jiang Nan's mouth curved faintly upward.
‘Seems like that's not entirely unacceptable.’
He turned and walked back down from the rooftop.
Returning to the 1st Floor Living Carriage of the convoy vehicle, a rich aroma of lamb broth washed over him.
"Boss, you're back."
Chen Tong looked up from behind the counter where she was busy at work, smiled gently, and immediately ladled a bowl of meat broth to bring over.
Jiang Nan reached out and accepted it.
This had been his own direct order.
In an apocalypse where human lives were worth less than grass, surviving on compressed crackers alone couldn't sustain the physical demands of high-intensity combat.
He wanted his people not just to survive—but to live like human beings.
Not far away on the sofa, Hoshino Hikari was focused intently on treating Ye Yilin.
Han Fei stood nearby, helping Yu Shishi change the clothes of the little girl who had been knocked unconscious.
Jiang Nan held his broth bowl and swept his gaze across these few members who had come to depend on him in the apocalypse.
He said nothing. He simply took a quiet sip of the lamb broth.
‘There's something almost warm about this.’
"Boss."
Wang Meng's voice carried in from outside.
"All the usable medical equipment and medicine from the hospital—we've loaded everything into the Dimensional Supply Storage Room."
"Where are we headed next?"
Jiang Nan set down the porcelain bowl and tossed out a notepad slip.
Bunny-Bunny