Ninth class citizen

Chapter 274 Habit
Hines's deal was simple: Nan Rong would be his woman, and he would protect Ji Jun in return.

It would be strange if Nan Rong agreed to such a request. She simply slapped the person out and slammed the door shut.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!" The three gladiators following behind Hines were eager to fight: "Brother, you wait here, we'll go and teach her a lesson, we'll make sure this girl knows her place!"

“No rush.” Hines rubbed his aching shoulder and smiled somewhat reluctantly. “Let’s find out first why a junior gladiator is assigned to this floor—does he really have some kind of background?”

"Ah, right, right, right!" A burly man with a bare, bronze-colored upper body slapped his forehead. "You're so thoughtful, bro!"

Nan Rong waited until the footsteps outside disappeared before going inside to check the room.

This is a suite of over 60 square meters, with a bedroom on each side and a living room and bathroom in the middle. It's a bit like her dormitory in Xiluoxinghua, only slightly smaller.

But it's still much better than the alloy cage in the basement.

Nan Rong grabbed a new towel and stuffed it into Ji Jun's hand: "Go take a shower."

The boy went into the bathroom without a word, while Nan Rong casually picked a room, lay on the bed, and summoned Jelly Dumpling.

"Tuanzi, help me check my current physical attributes," she said.

"It's my pleasure to serve you!" A child's innocent voice echoed in my mind: "Dear master, you are truly the smartest and wisest student I have ever met!"

"Have you met other students before?"

"Uh, no, not at all." Tuanzi's voice weakened for a second before rising again: "But we spirits can communicate at any time! Even such simple beginner textbooks take their owners a long time to comprehend, they're more than a billion eighty million light-years behind you!"

"Alright," Nan Rong reminded it, "What are the test results?"

A new chart appeared before Nan Rong's eyes.

Just as she expected, all her attributes had basically doubled compared to yesterday.

All extraordinary abilities: Tier 2.

Intelligence: 59
Constitution: 45
Power: 42
Agility: 50
Endurance: 39
Mental Power: 68
Perception: 71
Explosive power: 40
"The numbers look alright," Nan Rong said. "But I have a feeling that the extraordinary skill used today seems to be more than just a second-tier level."

She had this feeling yesterday; she always felt that she was too adept at using extraordinary skills.

This was especially true today. It wasn't used much on the field, but it was even more noticeable when it was used to buff Manager Wu with a defensive shield.

The effect of a transcendent skill is directly proportional to the user's rank. The same transcendent skill can have vastly different strengths when used by a first-rank transcendent and a fifth-rank transcendent.

If it really was just a level two protective shield, it would be impossible for Steward Wu to have escaped unscathed.

“As I said yesterday, after studying the ‘Theory of the Origin of the Universe,’ your physical attributes have transcended the evaluation criteria of this world.” The jelly dumpling’s big eyes were brimming with admiration.

"It cannot be measured by the original standards. So, you just need to get used to it, get used to being strong and excellent, get used to being admired."

"Tuanzi, you should also develop the habit of talking less and doing more."

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The bathroom door opened, and the boy slowly walked out. From his footsteps, it was clear that the physical injuries were still causing him great pain.

A single jar of gene repair fluid would restore him to his original state, and a Tier 1 F-grade gene repair agent would naturally be even better, but unfortunately she was out of stock.

Nan Rong told the boy to go back to his room to rest, and then left.

She planned to go to the 100th floor to synthesize some more potions for later use. Before leaving, she repeatedly told the boy not to open the door for anyone.

If you really need something, go find the two Lata aliens next door.

The latter, with its pair of wet, doe-like eyes, nodded obediently, displaying an indescribable level of obedience and understanding.

Nan Rong left the room with peace of mind. As soon as she reached the elevator, she was surrounded by a group of strangely dressed men.

"Brother Youde, this is the little girl who just came up!" A tall, thin man with an afro pointed at Nan Rong and said with a happy expression.

"You have a good eye, kid. This girl is probably still a virgin." Brother Yude, who had a mechanically powered left arm, laughed, his remaining single eye gleaming. "A low-level gladiator daring to come to this level, is he here specifically to seek refuge with me?"

Nan Rong didn't even look at him directly, but simply said in a calm voice, "Make way."

"Hehehe, quite unique." Yud laughed loudly, "Just my type."

He tried to reach out and pull Nan Rong, but the latter slipped and darted past him like a fish, pressing the elevator's up button.

"Want to leave? No way." Yu De snapped his fingers, and a metal wall instantly appeared between Nan Rong and the elevator door, blocking her way.

Manager Fang stood not far away, a wry smile on his face.

If it were Hines, he could have gone up and said a few words of persuasion, but with this domineering Yud in front of him, it would only backfire.

He is extremely strong and has a beast-like intuition in battle. He is the most likely candidate among this group of intermediate gladiators to be promoted to advanced level. Even Manager Fang has to give him some face.

Nan Rong's past record was certainly good among the new slaves, but compared to a combat expert like You De, it was simply not enough.

But there was no other way; this was someone Brother Jin had personally instructed him to look after, so even if it was difficult, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward.

"Brother Youde, this Nan Rong is someone we were instructed to take care of. How about you give me some face?"

"Xiao Fang," Youde interrupted without even glancing at him.

“There are still seven hours until the evening session.” He stared intently at Nan Rong with a forced smile. “That’s enough time for me to have a heart-to-heart talk with this girl—as long as she’s here, she has to abide by the gladiator’s rules. Are you sure you want to spoil my fun?”

Supervisor Fang hesitated. He indeed had no right to interfere in the affairs between gladiators.

Strictly speaking, as long as no one dies, even if this place is demolished, as long as he can afford the compensation, he still has no say in the matter.

Just then, the superhuman who had released the metal barrier suddenly had blue-white arcs of electricity flashing on his neck.

People around him instinctively moved away, letting him convulse and fall to the ground, and the metal barrier naturally disappeared.

Manager Wu, along with Brother Jin and two other subordinates, walked down the elevator with grim faces.

"What's going on!" he said coldly, his sharp gaze sweeping around the room.

Except for Nan Rong, all the gladiators lowered their heads.

Steward Wu wields the power of life and death within Blackthorn, and in the eyes of many, he is an existence that transcends the rules. Youde can ignore Steward Fang, but he dares not disrespect him.

"It's nothing." Yud scratched his head and smiled憨厚ly. "What brings you here, Steward? I bought a few boxes of good cigars the other day. They're supposedly high-end stuff imported from the Mio Empire. I'll have them delivered to you right away."

"No need," Steward Wu said calmly, turning to look at Nan Rong: "I have something to discuss with you."