Ninth class citizen

Chapter 267 A Passion for Talent
According to Nan Rong's wishes, the mental energy grid could freely transform into various shapes. Although it was as thin as spider silk, it was resilient and upright in the ion oscillation, withstanding wave after wave of impact and completing the mass leap.

Nan Rong became more and more proficient at it. After synthesizing four first-order D-grade and three C-grade universal gene repair agents, she simply let loose and continued to synthesize a first-order B-grade one.

But after a series of buzzing sounds, the synthesis station only emitted a tube of unlabeled waste liquid.

The waste liquid emitted a silvery-white glow that seemed incongruous with his identity. Nan Rong frowned, reviewing the entire synthesis process in his mind, from the initial treatment of the raw liquid to the final synthesis, but he couldn't find a single problem.

This is truly bizarre. Nan Rong set the waste liquid aside and synthesized Tier 1 Grade B gene repair fluid twice more, but the result was still waste liquid.

She rubbed her temples in distress, completely baffled.

The jelly dumpling popped out at that moment.

“Master, please don’t worry. I have already checked. These three test tubes contain Tier 1 B general-purpose gene optimizer, and the quality is 15 percent higher than the interstellar general standard.”

"The reason it was mistaken for waste liquid is actually quite simple. This synthesis station is too old, and the identification system has not been upgraded for many years, resulting in a malfunction that causes identification errors and makes it unable to identify any grade B or higher reagents."

"Really?" Nan Rong said thoughtfully, "That's not bad either."

She stopped talking to the jelly dumpling and got back to synthesizing a new potion.

The remaining stock solution was used to synthesize the first-order gene optimizer, totaling five portions.

Nan Rong attempted to synthesize a first-order D-level gene optimizer without encountering many obstacles.

She synthesized another Tier 1 C-grade agent, and then used the remaining three materials to synthesize a Tier 1 B-grade gene optimizer, resulting in three tubes of waste liquid.

Nan Rong walked out confidently and asked Steward Wu to prepare a medicine storage device.

The latter could hardly believe his eyes. He ignored the waste liquid and kept picking up one vial of medicine after another, examining them patiently, his smile growing wider and wider.

When Steward Wu picked up another vial of medicine and saw the words and grade marked on it, his eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, and his mouth gaped open, almost unable to close.

Good heavens, what did he see?
A first-grade D-level gene optimizer? This little slave girl named Nan Rong is actually able to synthesize such a high-grade gene optimizer!

She is more than half the age of Stephen, but her abilities are in no way inferior. If she can be properly nurtured, her future is limitless.
As he was thinking this, Steward Wu had already obtained the last dose of medicine. He only glanced at it before feeling dizzy and seeing stars.

"A first-order C-level gene optimizer? Did you just synthesize this too?" He heard his own hoarse voice.

“Yes.” Nan Rong nodded. “So, may I apply to become a gene optimizer for the arena?”

Steward Wu gave her a deep look, then directly requested a holographic call with Mr. Carol, showing him the potions placed on the table one by one.

"100 minutes, nine doses of the drug." Manager Wu tried his best to remain calm. "Among them are two doses of Tier 1 gene-optimizing agent, quality D and C respectively."

Carol sized up Nan Rong. She remained as calm and composed as before, without a trace of smugness, but a hint of appreciation flashed in her deep gray eyes.

"So, you were indeed a student of the eldest daughter of the Campbell family," he asked.

The news had just been delivered to him; it was fresh, hot, and shocking.

The Campbell family is the most elite gene optimizer family in the entire interstellar space. Compared to the gene optimizers from the Chaotic Starfield who come from unorthodox backgrounds, the difference between the eldest daughter of the family and the orca is like that between a silver carp and a tadpole.

Nan Rong was fortunate enough to receive personal instruction from that legitimate daughter, so his abilities, vision, and experience are beyond question.

Such a talent, if obtained by any force in the Chaotic Starfield, would be overjoyed and treated as an honored guest. To be honest, if it were a few days earlier, he would also be one of them, and might even use various means to befriend her and curry favor, firmly binding her to the Carol family and the Blackthorn Arena.

But now, no one can defy the will of that being.

He didn't show it on his face, but he sighed inwardly.

"What do you think we should do with her?" Manager Wu asked hesitantly. "There's another suite across from Mr. Stephen's residence."

He didn't know the origin of the woman in black, but the respect for outstanding gene optimizers was ingrained in the bones of everyone in the Chaotic Starfield, so he hoped that she could be kept in the arena he managed.

He never imagined that, after witnessing such abilities, Mr. Carol still had no intention of letting her go.

"The potion is well made," Carol said calmly. "Take him down to get something good to eat."

Steward Wu was taken aback, and couldn't help but want to say a few more words in Nan Rong's defense: "But what about the eldest young master?"

“Wu Kun,” Carol said coldly, “you still don’t know where you went wrong. Fifty lashes.”

".yes."

Nan Rong understood what the other person meant, but she couldn't fully comprehend it.

The Chaotic Starfield is clearly lacking in gene optimizers. Even Stephen, who can only synthesize Tier 1 D-grade gene optimizers, is called a master; she has already demonstrated far greater strength, so why is the other party unmoved?
She asked, "I only have one question: why?"

His clear, bright black eyes, reflecting starlight under the light from the top of the synthesis platform, stared intently at Carol, as if determined to get an answer from him.

But he simply couldn't give her that answer.

“Remember, you are just a slave,” he said coldly. “While you are alive, you can exchange synthesized potions for food and other necessities. As for anything else, don’t bother with that.”

For a long time after the communication was cut off, those misty eyes kept replaying in Mr. Carroll's mind.

He gradually felt that those eyes seemed somewhat familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere a long time ago.

Even in my usually calm heart, I suddenly felt a slight sting.

This feeling was completely foreign to Carol.

He and Nan Rong were complete strangers, their past lives were completely different, and there was no way they could have any interaction.

Even if such feelings did exist, he would only make judgments based on reason, and would never feel sympathy or pity for anyone.

Therefore, he must still cherish talent and be reluctant to let such a brilliant gene optimizer fade away.

This is an emotion that every leader of a faction would experience; it's not unique to him.

Steward Wu's attitude towards female slaves and genius gene optimizers is very different.

“Let’s go,” he said gently. “I’ve already arranged for a sumptuous dinner to be prepared, as Mr. Carroll has instructed. If there’s anything else you’d like to eat, please let me know.”

"I'm not a picky eater." Nan Rong smiled. "There's just a small matter I need Steward Wu to help me with."