«Who wouldn’t want to get on a plane with the Creator?»
“Boat?” Zhu Yan had heard this term before. In the existing culture within the city, there had always been traces of boats, but Zhu Yan never truly understood what exactly a boat was.
“It’s a vessel that can float on water and is capable of carrying people and cargo. It’s quite similar to an airplane—except airplanes move in the sky, while boats move on water,” He Fang explained as simply as possible. “Right now, our streams could technically accommodate boats, but I think it would be best to enter the Nightmare Beast Forest from the air and follow the water’s guidance to exit…”
He Fang then described what had happened in the mountains with Guo Miaofeng and shared his thoughts. The entire research institute listened attentively. For the first time, they began to form a vague understanding of concepts like ‘rivers’ and ‘oceans’.
“A massive body of water,” Zhu Yan nodded, indicating that they now grasped the concept.
“As for the idea of boats…” He Fang took a blank sheet of paper, folded it into a small boat, and placed it in a basin of water. The paper boat floated on the surface. “It’s essentially like this—using water’s natural buoyancy to create a transportation tool that can travel on the water.”
“Wait, this boat…” One of the researchers suddenly spoke up as if they had just realized something. “I think I’ve studied something similar before. It was quite interesting. I even showed it to you guys back then—do you remember?”
“Oh, oh, oh! I have something similar too! Hold on, City Lord, let me go find my notes!” Another researcher quickly stood up and rushed to their office to retrieve their materials.
“If it’s about boats, I’ve also worked on something like that,” Zhu Yan said while opening the small gadget he always carried. He pulled up some old experiment records and turned the screen toward He Fang. “Is this similar to what you were talking about?”
However, when He Fang saw what Zhu Yan called a ‘similar study’, his eyes widened in shock.
This is… a submarine?!
He Fang was completely dumbfounded. Zhu Yan’s voice echoed beside him: “I originally researched this to see if we could use submersion techniques for fishing. After all, there are plenty of fish in the streams, and fish are an important part of our diet. However, the model I developed ended up being too large to function properly in the streams. Plus, the cost of production was too high, so it was shelved as a discarded project.”
He Fang: “…”
“City Lord, look at mine! I think my design is quite interesting too!” At that moment, another researcher placed their work right in front of He Fang’s eyes. What He Fang saw was…
A boat. A real, proper boat.
“This was the initial design. It was originally powered by manpower, but that was too exhausting, so I later evolved it into another version.”
Yet when He Fang saw the ‘other version’, his vision went dark.
This is… a speedboat?!
“City Lord, take a look at mine! I think their designs are too complex and costly. The one I developed is much more suitable for our streams.”
He Fang immediately turned to look—good heavens…
It was a bamboo raft.
He Fang watched in stunned silence as more and more researchers revealed their work, each of them having conducted similar studies. Among Zhu Yan’s and several other researchers’ projects, there were even designs that surpassed reality—warships that seemed to belong in science fiction rather than the real world.
From the simplest to the most complex construction methods, the sheer variety of boat designs left He Fang utterly speechless.
“…Why did you all research these things?” He Fang asked blankly.
He had never written anything about boats in this city’s records.
So why… why was everything already here?
“To fish, of course.” At this moment, Zhu Yan shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Every year, we work on stabilizing fisheries to ensure an abundant supply of fish. We even regularly release fish fry into the waters. To improve our fishing yields, we’ve come up with quite a few methods.”
He Fang’s expression turned rather strange.
Thinking carefully about it, aside from Zhu Yan’s futuristic design, the other blueprints were all at least at a modern level—some even slightly beyond modern standards. And without exception, all of these designs had functions related to fishing.
In the real world, boats had been developed over countless years—after all, humans would always find ways to secure food. He Fang himself particularly loved eating fish, so every time he ordered fish for delivery, he would take a picture and log it into the game, hoping his NPCs could also enjoy fish.
So… could it be that eating was actually the primary driving force of productivity?
Birds in the sky didn’t have much meat on them, so no one ever thought to invent airplanes because they weren’t as tempting?
He Fang found the thought amusing and couldn’t help but laugh.
Alright, this was on him. He had only himself to blame for loving fish so much.
As Zhu Yan watched He Fang laugh, his gaze softened as well. Looking down at the design blueprints, he realized that despite never actually building these projects, he had thought they were meaningless. But now, perhaps these things were useful to the Creator after all.
Even if they had accidentally invented a bunch of seemingly random things, maybe one day, they would all have a purpose.
At this moment, the surrounding researchers had started chattering among themselves.
“So, there’s actually a huge body of water outside the city? That must mean there are tons of fresh, delicious fish in there, right?”
“But humans have intelligence and know not to go near the Nightmare Beast Forest. Fish, on the other hand, don’t think like us. Wouldn’t they just swim into the forest and get infected by the Nightmare Beasts, spreading the infection to other fish?”
“If they do get infected, how do we tell if a fish has already turned into a Nightmare Beast? Can we still eat them?”
“Maybe fish also have an instinct to avoid dangerous creatures? We can’t rule out that possibility.”
The ongoing discussions with the researchers oddly reassured He Fang. What he had thought would be a complicated process to develop turned out to already exist in abundance. It was almost overwhelming.
“I’ll have Guo Miaofeng lead a team to fly over the Nightmare Beast Forest using aircraft to search for a river along the stream. The aircraft has limited fuel, so if they can’t fly directly out of the forest, they can return first and then use planes to transport boats into the river inside the forest. Following the water downstream will surely lead us to the forest’s outer edge.”
For the first time, He Fang felt this confident.
“However, we can’t be sure whether there are large amounts of Revival Nightmare Plant in the water. If parasitic Revival Nightmare Plant attach to the fish and grow excessively in the water, they might interfere with boat navigation,” one of the researchers suggested.
The director of the research institute, who had been silently observing everyone’s discussions and deliberations, contemplated for a moment before issuing a command. “Then let’s find a way to install a mechanism under the boat to break apart Revival Nightmare Plant without damaging the vessel itself. Looks like we need to revise our current blueprints. Everyone should start modifying their designs to make them better suited for navigating the Nightmare Beast Forest.”
“Before that, have you chosen who will enter the Nightmare Beast Forest?” Zhu Yan suddenly asked.
“My first choice is definitely Guo Miaofeng as the team leader. He’s an excellent cartography expert and the maps he brings back will be extremely useful. Secondly, I think we need a few military personnel as well as one researcher,” He Fang replied.
He Fang considered that military personnel typically had better physical attributes, allowing them to react quickly to any unexpected situations. A researcher would also be needed onboard to monitor for any potential issues.
“And let’s modify the armor again. Even though we know Nightmare Beast seeds can’t parasitize us, we still need protective gear—just in case. Comfort and mobility should be the top priorities. We must ensure everyone’s safety.”
After saying this, He Fang suddenly asked, “By the way, is there anyone in the research institute who would like to volunteer for this mission?”
For the first time, He Fang’s proposal left everyone staring at each other in silence.
He Fang was stunned. Huh? Were the researchers unwilling?
“It’s not that we’re unwilling… We just don’t want to work under anyone other than the Creator,” one of the researchers muttered. “That Guo Miaofeng has been following the Creator around these past few days, right? I heard he’s kind of… slow.”
“?!” He Fang froze.
The researchers were all somewhat proud. Their superior intelligence and abilities made them resistant to taking orders from others. And honestly, Guo Miaofeng was a little slow-witted. Suddenly, He Fang felt like he understood their reluctance—at least a little.
“This is a collaboration! A mission! It’s an opportunity to bring the Creator’s dream to life! What exactly are you dissatisfied with?!” the research institute’s director suddenly barked. “This is no time to be petty!”
“I’ll go,” a female researcher stepped forward. “But… can I make a small request?”
The other researchers frowned at her, but He Fang took the initiative to ask, “What request?”
“Well… um…” The female researcher’s face turned red, inch by inch. She stole a glance at Zhu Yan. Lately, Zhu Yan had been getting bolder and the Creator didn’t seem to mind. If that was the case, then maybe she could be a little bold too? Besides, Guo Miaofeng had spent days and nights up in the mountains with the Creator—compared to him, she was far more elegant, gentle, and intelligent.
“I want to have a meal with the Creator.”
The moment she spoke, the entire research institute fell into dead silence.
“Just… a meal?” He Fang wondered. Was this some kind of side quest? Many games had little quirky missions like this. He didn’t see any reason to refuse. In plenty of games, when you needed NPCs to help, you sometimes had to pay a small price. “You don’t want any other rewards? Like a bonus or something?”
“No need!” The female researcher’s eyes lit up with joy the moment she heard He Fang’s response. Of course, she could hear the unspoken agreement in his words. “This is enough!”
The surrounding researchers widened their eyes in disbelief, glaring at her. How could she?! Did she not realize that if she acted too boldly—too unlike an NPC—the Creator might become suspicious? How could she break the unspoken rules and make such a request?!
How could she try to take the lead ahead of everyone else?!
“City Lord, are requests really allowed? Can I make one too? I’m much more capable than her and my expertise in shipbuilding is higher. Wouldn’t I be a better choice? You just have to take a look at my research!”
“Don’t listen to him, City Lord! I was the one who contributed the most to his blueprints! Most of the design suggestions were mine! Clearly, I’m the most suitable candidate! Besides, I won’t even ask for much—just a few words of praise from you would be enough!”
In an instant, chaos erupted.
He Fang was dumbfounded.
Why were they this eager? Had he been neglecting the researchers’ mental well-being? Were their salaries too low? Was the director treating them poorly? Were their requests that difficult to fulfill?
“This is so weird…” He Fang mumbled, recalling Zhu Yan’s task from before. “Do all NPCs have some kind of personal mission?”
The moment he said that, the air in the room seemed to freeze.
The researchers stiffened, their expressions becoming unnaturally exaggerated.
“A-ahaha, of course, serving the City Lord is only natural for us! We were just joking around!”
“Right, right! Just lightening the mood! Naturally, we take the tasks assigned by City Lord very seriously! We don’t need anything in return! Ahahaha…”
“Ahem, City Lord, you must not allow personal wishes to be freely requested like this. You are the City Lord—your word is absolute. No one should be making demands of you.” The research institute’s director finally broke the silence, his voice cold and ominous. “I believe my researchers will be honored to participate in this mission to explore new frontiers.”
The moment he spoke, all the eager, restless researchers fell silent.
“But they don’t seem very willing?” He Fang hesitated. “I don’t want to force anyone to do something they don’t want to do.”
“No unwillingness! Absolutely no unwillingness! City Lord, you’ve misunderstood us!”
The researchers practically exploded. Did the Creator think they were refusing to follow his orders?!
That would be an unforgivable misunderstanding!
Of course, they would obey the Creator’s words—his words were divine decree! They craved his orders! They would gladly carry them out!
The only issue… was Guo Miaofeng!
That Guo Miaofeng!
Rumor had it… that Guo Miaofeng had even slept in the same tent as the Creator at night!
Infuriating!
Absolutely infuriating!
They were seething with jealousy!
He Fang watched the overly energetic researchers, but then he suddenly noticed something—Zhu Yan had been completely silent for a while. Curious, he asked, “What about you?”
“I’m not going.” Zhu Yan refused without even thinking. “University classes are starting soon. I have to attend and surpass everyone. That way, they won’t dare to compete with me in the future.”
“Zhu Yan, you—”
“—Zhu Yan, you…!”
The room suddenly fell into a strange, stunned silence.
He Fang: “…” That… actually sounds pretty impressive.
He turned back to Zhu Yan. “Are you really not going?”
Zhu Yan caught the shift in He Fang’s tone and seemed to sense something. Just as he was about to say something, the research director, anxious to finalize the decision, cut in, “Then it’s settled. The first to volunteer should naturally be given the opportunity.”
The director chose the female researcher. At once, her face lit up with delight. She immediately bowed to He Fang. “I will do my utmost to complete this mission! Thank you, City Lord, for giving me this chance to prove myself!”
He Fang looked at her and smiled. “Thank you. If you have any requests, feel free to bring them up in advance. As long as it’s within our means, we’ll do our best to fulfill them.”
“Serving the City Lord is my duty. I shouldn’t have shamelessly asked for a reward earlier. That was out of line. I sincerely apologize,” the female researcher said, bowing deeply, her attitude earnest. “If you think I’ve overstepped, City Lord, you may punish me as you see fit.”
“No, thank you,” He Fang said, quietly exhaling in relief. When he had thought the researchers were unwilling to go, he had been a little nervous. Having at least one researcher on board was crucial.
Hearing his words of gratitude, the female researcher lightly covered her lips with her hand, her wide eyes shimmering like stars, deeply moved by his appreciation.
Feeling a little awkward under her gaze—especially since, in reality, he had never interacted much with girls—He Fang shyly turned his head. “Alright, I’ll go check in with the Armed Forces Department. I’ll leave the aircraft and ship preparations to you guys.”
He Fang turned and left.
As soon as he was gone, the female researcher tugged at the sleeve of the male researcher beside her. “Oh my god, that was so cute! The Creator blushed because of me! He blushed! So pure, so adorable—waaahhh!”
The male researcher remained expressionless, though there was a hint of jealousy in his tone. “As long as you’re happy.”
“You all better not overstep.” The usually mild-mannered research director suddenly sharpened, his gaze slicing through the room. “Don’t mistake the Creator’s approachability for permission to forget your place. Have you all forgotten what should and shouldn’t be done?” He scanned the faces of his increasingly undisciplined researchers. “Enough. Get back to work. Zhu Yan, come with me.”
Zhu Yan followed behind the research director—who, in terms of identity, was also his father.
The director had an unassuming, almost clumsy air about him. Or perhaps it was better to say that he had good looks but without any sense of intimidation. He wasn’t particularly tall. Given his age, he looked rather ordinary among a crowd of sharp-featured, strikingly beautiful researchers.
When they arrived at the director’s office, Zhu Yan spoke first. “Director, I don’t intend to explain myself too much. I’ll do what I need to do, but I also won’t blindly follow convention. I have my own ideas.”
The research director turned to look at him.
They were father and son, yet there was not a single trace of similarity between them.
“What else can I even say to you?” the director sighed.
“Apologies, Director,” Zhu Yan said slowly, lowering his gaze. His eyelashes cast a delicate shadow over his face. “When the Creator heard my idea about using Revival Nightmare Plants to build a railway track, I will never forget his expression.”
Those clear, beautiful eyes reflected the Creator’s face—his delight, curiosity, surprise, and excitement, all so vivid and alive. That image had remained frozen in Zhu Yan’s mind. Even now, when he closed his eyes, he could still picture it: sunlight streaming through the windows of his pristine, white dormitory, illuminating that moment of joy.
For the first time, he had felt truly alive on this land. He had felt blessed to exist.
The research director sighed again, his voice trailing off into something unreadable. “What else can I even say?”
“Don’t worry. I know my limits.” With that, Zhu Yan left the office, pushing aside whatever warning his father had tried to give him. His mind had already shifted back to the ship design he had yet to perfect.
—
“You’re saying you want to select personnel?” Yuan Zhiran looked at He Fang and asked.
“Do we have any soldiers in the current unit who can be pulled for duty?” He Fang asked uncertainly. The Armed Forces Department had only recently been established, and their training time had been even shorter. Using soldiers with such little training made him hesitant. “If it’s too difficult, it’s fine. I can ask the police department instead.”
“Before that, may I ask what kind of requirements you have for the candidates, City Lord?” Yuan Zhiran inquired.
“The candidates need to have strong adaptability, some basic aviation knowledge, no tendency to get airsick, obedience to orders, strong self-discipline, and weapons proficiency,” He Fang listed off the necessary qualities. These were fairly standard requirements. They shouldn’t be too hard to find.
“We have them,” Yuan Zhiran answered confidently.
“You’re that sure? There’s no other possibility?” He Fang couldn’t help but ask.
“Yes. Because your requirements are actually quite lenient, City Lord. My recruitment process is far stricter than that.”
He Fang was momentarily stunned. He looked at Yuan Zhiran. “Aren’t you putting too much pressure on yourself?”
Yuan Zhiran blinked, seemingly unable to comprehend the question.
“You’re just a university student, aren’t you? You can afford to act more like one,” He Fang said.
He had never been in the military, nor had he been around soldiers before, but he knew that most soldiers were just young men and women. They played, they joked, but when it came to serious matters, they were resolute and unwavering. That was the kind of army he wanted—one that carried both dreams and joy.
Yuan Zhiran nodded. “Don’t worry. When we’re not training, I actually get along with everyone quite well.”
He Fang was surprised. “You do?”
“I eat, sleep, and talk with them. I… discuss some more sentimental topics too.” Yuan Zhiran’s voice softened slightly, and for the first time, he showed an expression that matched his age. “After all, the city gathers all kinds of people together. I can’t just erase everyone’s personalities. It’s only during training that I’m stricter.”
He Fang studied him for a moment before suddenly saying, “You should smile more often. You look so good—it’d be a waste not to.”
Yuan Zhiran froze for a second. Almost unconsciously, he raised a hand to cover his cheek, his lips pressing together as the tips of his ears turned slightly red.
His already strikingly beautiful features became even more dazzling.
Yet it was impossible to tell whether his reaction was out of happiness or displeasure.
That was when He Fang realized something—would a guy even like being called beautiful?
Panic immediately set in. Had he just stepped on a landmine? He quickly apologized, “Did I offend you? If I did, I’m sorry.”
But Yuan Zhiran shook his head. “Thank you for the compliment, City Lord.”
That sounded like he wasn’t angry. He Fang finally relaxed.
At that moment, he looked up and said, “Chong Ying is here.”
“City Lord!”
With his distinctive youthful voice, Chong Ying lunged at He Fang, wrapping him up in a tight hug. Not only did he embrace He Fang, but his hands also roamed all over.
“Waaaah, I missed you! You haven’t let me see you in forever!”
Yuan Zhiran’s eyes widened in disbelief. How could Chong Ying be this audacious?! He immediately stepped forward to intervene. “Chong Ying! Mind your manners! Show proper respect to the City Lord.”
“I’m just checking if he’s lost weight,” Chong Ying said without a care. “I heard he was wandering around the mountains for days. He probably didn’t eat or sleep well. I’m just showing my concern!”
The boy, younger than Yuan Zhiran by three or four years, completely ignored the warning. “Besides, the City Lord hasn’t said anything yet. Why are you freaking out?”
Yuan Zhiran’s face instantly turned red with anger.
He had been able to enforce discipline among everyone—except Chong Ying. No matter how he lectured or reasoned with him, Chong Ying never listened. He was the most troublesome officer in the Armed Forces Department.
“Are you here to check on the weapons, City Lord?” Chong Ying blinked up at He Fang.
“Mm.” The weapons development facility has been working on this for a long time. He Fang’s requirement was precise control. The ruins from the newly expanded territory had yielded more than one weapon. Min Zhizhou had been collaborating with the research institute for quite some time because of it.
“Alright, alright! Come take a look! We’ve developed a lot of really interesting stuff!” Chong Ying eagerly pulled on He Fang’s arm. Despite being about the same height as He Fang, he looked like an excited child showing off a new toy to a parent.
But the things they had invented were far from mere toys.
“Uncle Min said that all the weapons we excavated were from an early era. To make sure they don’t fall behind, the researchers at the weapons development facility have put in a lot of effort. Just like you requested, City Lord, these weapons are highly precise—if we say they won’t cause collateral damage, then they won’t.”
Before He Fang was an array of firearm-like weapons.
“These were designed with long-range combat in mind,” Chong Ying explained.
“How long-range are we talking?” He Fang asked.
“The range is adjustable. Different firearms have different operating methods. By attaching the necessary components, we can extend the range. The farther the target, the harder it is to hit, so we use electronic positioning to measure the distance and determine the optimal kill range.”
Chong Ying hefted a large gun that looked oversized in his youthful hands.
“This one can hit a target up to ten kilometers away. But so far, I’m the only one who can successfully land a shot at that range.”
Chong Ying and his brother, Chong Xiao, were a perfect pair—one specializing in long-range combat, the other in close-quarters. Chong Ying, already naturally inclined toward ranged weapons, had a “Sharpshooting Prodigy” trait in his attribute panel. With a gun in his hands, he was unstoppable. As he held the firearm, his eyes gleamed with excitement—he genuinely loved ranged weaponry.
But… ten kilometers?
He Fang frowned. What was the longest recorded sniper shot in reality again?
“But high-precision firearms like this can only take down one target at a time,” Chong Ying continued. “I think we need more destructive weapons. So, I asked the research institute to develop short-range guns—ones with a high fire rate and immense power for close combat.”
As he spoke, Chong Xiao pulled out another weapon.
He Fang raised an eyebrow.
Was that… an advanced Gatling gun? They could make something like that?
“And this one!” Chong Ying pulled out another device. “It can fire a single shell, but upon impact, it creates a large-scale shrapnel explosion. We tested it—it’s devastating. Even if the target isn’t killed outright, they’ll be completely incapacitated.”
His eyes sparkled with admiration for the new weapons. “I got the idea from Xiao Hong—he’s equipped with a lot of similar explosive rounds.”
Chong Ying continued his enthusiastic introduction. It was clear that most of his time in the Armed Forces Department had actually been spent in the weapons development facility.
The research team worked at an astonishing speed.
Then again, even though “Ruins Without Restart” aimed for realism, it wasn’t perfectly one-to-one. He Fang wasn’t too surprised by the rapid progress—after all, in some games, players could just pick up weapons lying around at the start.
“It looks like all of these are lethal weapons,” He Fang observed. “Do you have anything that can disable enemies without killing them?”
For once, even Chong Ying went silent.
“Uh… well…,” he hesitated for a long moment before asking tentatively, “Aren’t weapons meant for life-or-death combat?”
He Fang scratched his head. He had no issue with having a large arsenal of powerful weapons—how they were used was up to the wielder.
“Not everyone is an enemy,” he said. “We should give those without hostile intentions a chance.”
He Fang cared about his NPCs. He also believed that, somewhere out there in the mobile cities, there were leaders who cherished their own people just as much. At the end of the day, everyone wanted to live.
He hadn’t always thought this way.
As a player, he had killed more NPCs and monsters than he could count. But “Ruins Without Restart” was different from other games in one crucial way.
In some open-world games, if you killed a “human” in the street, the NPCs around would react—they’d scream, panic, flee. Guards would swarm in from all directions to hunt you down. And that person? They would simply die, with no chance of survival.
But in “Ruins Without Restart”, there were hospitals.
He Fang had visited the hospital once. Seeing NPCs seeking medical treatment there, it truly felt as if they possessed a will to live.
Placing himself in their shoes, he thought about the NPCs beyond the Nightmare Beast Forest—they, too, had a desire to survive. This realization made He Fang unwilling to kill NPCs indiscriminately.
After a brief moment of thought, Yuan Zhiran spoke. “Weapons that incapacitate opponents… Something that affects the five senses, perhaps? Smell, taste, sight, hearing, touch… Like releasing an unbearably foul gas, or maybe a medical-grade inhalation anesthetic. For the eyes… the eyes…”
“A flashbang,” He Fang interjected, drawing on his real-world knowledge of weapons.
“Now that you mention it, there are plenty of possibilities. And if we precisely control the intensity, these weapons could still be lethal. Take concussive force, for example—mild shock could render someone unconscious for a moment, while extreme shock could be fatal,” Chong Ying said, seriously considering the idea. “Or we could use miniature explosive devices that attach to a person’s clothing. If they attempt to move, the device detonates instantly. But if they stay still, nothing happens.”
He Fang gave Chong Ying a long, deep look.
This kid’s thought process seemed to be headed in a… rather extreme direction.
“These weapons are impressive,” He Fang admitted. “But we don’t even know if they’ll be effective against people outside the city.”
Deep down, he was worried. Min Zhizhou had once said that the weapons they initially excavated were already powerful enough to kill outsiders. But he had also mentioned that the outside world had developed tremendously—so much so that they even had mechs.
Could these weapons pose a threat to Xiao Hong from the Rainbow Squad?
He Fang’s only understanding of mechs came from the Rainbow Squad. Even then, he had only seen Xiao Hong.
“No idea,” Chong Ying admitted, looking equally troubled. “Uncle Min might seem weak, but he did say that an entire mobile city exists outside. Just how advanced must their technology be? I’m really worried our weapons won’t be able to do anything to them.”
Yuan Zhiran frowned in thought. “But Mr. Min Zhizhou also mentioned that a mobile city having even one mech is already impressive. The resource consumption is just too high. Not every city has the ability to support a mech—many struggles just to keep the city running.”
The three of them stood in the weapons development facility, brows furrowed, full of apprehension about the unknown world beyond.
“That’s why,” He Fang concluded after careful deliberation, “once we leave the Nightmare Beast Forest, our priority shouldn’t be to establish a settlement immediately. Instead, we need to make contact with outsiders as soon as possible and gather information. If we can just study one sample, we’ll know what direction we should take.”
“The real issue is getting out,” Chong Ying blinked and pointed out.
“Oh, right!” Yuan Zhiran suddenly recalled something. “The City Lord mentioned that there’s already a plan to explore beyond the Nightmare Beast Forest. They’re currently selecting personnel for the expedition. Since they’ll be using aircraft, Chong Ying, I think you might be the best candidate for the mission—given that you’re a genius in long-range weaponry.”
“Is this the City Lord’s mission?” Chong Ying turned to He Fang.
“Yes. But the team will be led by Guo Miaofeng.”
“…Guo Miaofeng?” Chong Ying immediately recalled how his brother had been holed up in his room making paper dolls lately—each one labeled Guo Miaofeng.
So that’s why his brother had been acting so childish!
It was because Guo Miaofeng had caught the Creator’s attention! His brother was jealous!
“I refuse to work for Guo Miaofeng! I’m not going!” His brother’s love rival was his love rival too! There was no way he would obediently follow Guo Miaofeng’s orders!
“…Alright. Then we’ll have to find someone else.” He Fang had no intention of forcing anyone.
“Then I will select a new candidate for you,” Yuan Zhiran said after some thought. Then, he asked, “Is Guo Miaofeng the only pilot for the entire aircraft?”
“No,” He Fang replied.
“Then should we consider adding another pilot?” Yuan Zhiran pondered whether to send someone else to the research institute for flight simulation training.
“There’s no need,” He Fang pointed to himself. “I’m going.”
“!”
Yuan Zhiran whipped his head around, utterly shocked. Without even thinking, he immediately objected, “You… you’re going?! Do you even know what kind of place that is?!”
Chong Ying dropped to his knees in a dramatic slide, clinging to He Fang’s leg. “No, no, no, no, NO—I take it back! I want to go! City Lord, I regret it! Not only am I going, but my brother is going too! Give me the spot! Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!”
He Fang: “?”
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