Ninth class citizen

Chapter 268 Useful Waste Liquid

“You said it, as long as I can do it,” Steward Wu said.

"These vials of waste liquid," Nan Rong said, "I want to take them back with me."

"Isn't the waste liquid toxic?" Steward Wu asked doubtfully. "It's not that it's impossible, but you have to tell me what you plan to do with it."

The main reason is that, given the precedent of Brother Qiang being poisoned to death, it's difficult for him to completely let down his guard against Nan Rong.

Nan Rong was clearly aware of this, so she explained, "My potion synthesis was personally guided by Miss Campbell. Even waste liquid can have a slight effect. I want to use it on my comrades who fought alongside me last night."

“Those two are indeed skilled,” Steward Wu nodded. “Since you have such good intentions, I won’t stop you.”

This was the first time he had ever heard of usable waste liquid.

If Nan Rong hadn't mentioned the Campbell family, he would have definitely thought she was trying to play him for a fool.

That family has a truly prestigious reputation, and they must have all sorts of experience and secret recipes. It's not impossible that they can make good use of waste materials.

Two new slaves are nothing to die of; it's better to let Nan Rong test them out.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Nan Rong asked Steward Wu for a medicine storage box and some empty disposable syringes. She then went with him to have a big meal before finally returning to her alloy cage.

Although the living quarters couldn't be changed, Steward Wu had the cage tidied up nicely and extra bedding and blankets added.

The boy in the same dormitory was not there, and the officer from Lata Star in the cell next to him looked very grim.

As for the other prisoner of war, he could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep.

"Wang Feng took the person away?" Nan Rong guessed a bit.

"That bastard!" The officer slammed his fist into the inner bars of the alloy cage.

The pattern engraved on the bottom of the alloy cage was triggered, and arcs of electricity emanated from the steel bed where the officer sat. His body trembled violently, and he gradually vomited white foam mixed with blood.

The electric arc punishment lasted only a dozen seconds. When it finally stopped, the officer slumped against the corner of the steel bed, breathing heavily, a trickle of blood slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Nan Rong took out two vials of waste liquid and, in front of the officer, drew them into a syringe.

“If you trust me, just use it.” She handed two syringes to the officer: “One for each of you.”

The officer's hands were still trembling slightly as he finally managed to take the two syringes. He first got down from the bed, used one of the syringes on his unconscious comrade, and then lay back down on his steel bed to insert the other syringe into the side of his neck.

"No matter what, we should thank you," he said, closing his eyes.

The officer had once been tasked with protecting a gene optimizer on Lata and immediately recognized the light gray test tubes specifically for holding waste liquid.

The waste liquid was toxic, and extremely toxic. Comrades would often collect the waste liquid and use it to lure and kill strange beasts in the surrounding mountains. Usually, within ten seconds, the beasts would stop struggling and suffocate to death.

He was truly grateful to Nan Rong.

Everyone is afraid of death, and he was no exception.

Tomorrow is the last rookie match, and as usual, the opponent is no weaker than today's. If they weren't injured, things would be fine, but now there's absolutely no chance of them winning.

Rather than being torn apart and devoured by monstrous beasts or tortured to death by his opponents, it would be better to die from poison. At least his poisoned body wouldn't end up in the beast's belly; under these circumstances, that would be the most dignified and painless way for him to die.

The cool touch of the syringe still lingered on my fingertips, but a surge of heat rushed in from my carotid artery.

The officer subconsciously clenched his teeth, waiting for the excruciating pain and suffocation to arrive, but found that the heat flowed into his blood vessels as quickly as melting snow, and then turned into a warm tide that spread to his limbs and bones.

A tingling, numb sensation emanated from the broken leg bone, as if countless new cells were weaving a repair network along the crack.

The bruises on the swollen, bluish skin gradually faded, and the body tissues that had been burning and aching after the electric shock were all revitalized.

In the reflection of the alloy fence, the old scars that had scabbed over at the corners of the officer's eyes peeled away, revealing baby-soft skin.

He clenched his fists in a daze, feeling the surging power within him.

"This is not waste liquid, but gene repair fluid."

The officer turned his head and met Nan Rong's calm eyes. A sliver of light filtering through the cracks in the wall fell into his trembling pupils, reflecting a glimmer of hope.

Nan Rong knew very well that everything here was under the surveillance of the Blackthorn Arena, so she simply smiled and remained silent, neither confirming nor denying.

The officer understood her implication, said no more, and turned to look at his comrade.

The swollen, blackened wound on the other person's chest was now oozing a dark purple liquid. Pale pink granulation tissue was visibly emerging, gradually closing up the previously everted wound.

The pale face of the prisoners of war from Lata Star regained some color, and their tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

Just then, Steward Wu appeared outside the cage. The physician Nan Rong had met before followed behind him and, as ordered, entered the adjacent alloy cage to carefully examine the two men's bodies.

"My body is recovering very quickly." He said happily, "It is indeed the effect that a gene repair agent should have, and its quality is not low either."

"Not bad." Steward Wu nodded to Nan Rong with a smile.

Nan Rong originally thought that after discovering the effects of the waste liquid, he would force her to hand over the remaining vials of medicine.

But the other party seemed to have no such idea at all. He simply ordered someone to send some food and water to the two prisoners of war from Lata Star, and then left with the doctor.

The unconscious prisoner of war quickly regained consciousness, staring blankly at his palm, now completely healed. Just moments before he collapsed, there had been a deep, bone-revealing knife wound there.
"What happened?" he asked.

"We owe two lives." The officer briefly explained the situation, then handed Nan Rong the black bread and water that Chief Steward Wu had sent over the fence.

"It's rare to have natural food. We're in great health right now and we're not hungry at all."

Having just eaten a bellyful of delicious food, Nan Rong naturally wouldn't be interested in this rough, black bread.

She refused their offer without hesitation, and without saying anything more, went straight to bed and covered herself with the blanket.

Nan Rong was actually a little curious. She had only learned a tiny bit of the "Theory of the Origin of the Universe" and had already benefited greatly. If she were to work a little harder, would she be able to leave this godforsaken place soon?

She pulled up the second paragraph of the first section of the introduction she had only half-read before, but after just a couple of glances, drowsiness washed over her again like a tidal wave.

This won't do! Nan Rong suddenly snapped out of her daze and pinched her thigh hard—Ouch! Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!

With tears in her eyes, she summoned the jelly dumpling and asked it to play her a stirring battle song.