Ninth class citizen

Chapter 276 You always have to pay back if you come out to fool around

The spatial fragments are mutually repelling; once they get close, they will automatically avoid each other and never touch.

Each space-type superhuman can wear multiple space-type superhuman items, but can only possess one fixed space.

So when dozens of points of light appeared simultaneously within the narrow mental energy network, Nan Rong was extremely surprised.

But soon, the size of one of the light spots exploded to several times its previous size, forcefully squeezing all the other light spots out of the mental energy network.

As for itself, it lay obediently in the net, looking like it had been captured and was ready to be picked.

As the mental energy network contracted inward, Nan Rong slowly sensed the spatial fragment and discovered that it contained a vast space of tens of thousands of cubic meters.

Having a large space is not necessarily a good thing, because large space means instability and makes it difficult to solidify successfully.

But she was obviously very lucky today. The spatial fragment she captured was extremely obedient and did not fluctuate at all until the binding was completed.

Nan Rong withdrew her consciousness and felt the subtle connection between the solidified space and herself.

With a mere thought, she moved most of the medicine, along with a considerable amount of "waste liquid," into her spatial storage.

"Tuanzi," she called in her mind, "Do you have a way to alter the records on the synthesis platform?"

"Don't worry, Master!" Jelly Dumpling jumped out energetically: "It's a piece of cake. It's already been modified! As for the original extractor, I've also modified the data according to the listed reagents—do you have any other requests?"

"No. You did a good job," Nan Rong said approvingly.

"Hahahaha!" Jelly Dumpling jumped up happily: "Master praised me! Actually, I can do even more for you! For example, take over the Blackthorn's main AI and increase your account's points and Thorn Coins."

"Oh?" Nan Rong's heart skipped a beat: "If I officially take over the AI, how long will it take? Approximately how long can I maintain control?"

"Master, don't underestimate me!" Jelly Dumpling said, "The so-called AIs here are all low-end products, and they can't compare to your little cutie like me at all. Taking over would be a matter of minutes, and no one would even notice!"

“Very good.” Nan Rong smiled: “No need to rush for now, we’ll talk about it when we need it.”

She took twenty vials of medicine and the same amount of waste liquid and went out to see Steward Wu.

Although the output rate has dropped significantly compared to yesterday, the latter is still quite shocked.

"Ten Tier 1 Class C and three Tier 2 Class D universal gene repair agents? You can even synthesize Tier 2 agents?" His eyes gleamed with astonishment as he continued reading:

"Four first-order C-level gene optimizers and two second-order C-level gene stabilizers! My God, what are these?!"

Steward Wu's fingers moved with incredible gentleness as he held the golden crystal syringe, his heart pounding: "Second-tier, Grade D gene optimizer! You can actually synthesize a Grade D gene optimizer, and such a high-grade one at that!"

"It's alright," Nan Rong said calmly. "My skills have become quite rusty after being poisoned, but if I have more time, I should be able to challenge the third tier again."

"Third tier?" Steward Wu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

“No, Master Nan, are you referring to the third-order gene optimizer?” He subconsciously changed his words.

"Otherwise what?" Nan Rong shrugged. "So why don't you talk to your young master again? Missing out on a gene optimizer like me is a loss for your Blackthorn Arena."

"You're absolutely right!" Steward Wu wiped the sweat from his brow.

Throughout the entire Chaotic Starfield, there are not many masters who can synthesize second-tier gene optimizers, and even fewer who can synthesize third-tier ones.

Even the most outstanding masters have never heard of anyone being so productive, able to synthesize twenty potions in just one afternoon, including one Tier 2 D-level gene optimizer!

If she could be kept in the Blackthorn Arena, in time, it would attract powerful figures from all sides and gradually become one of the most authoritative forces in the entire Chaotic Starfield!

And as the first person to befriend Master Nan, his status and strength will also rise accordingly!

Hearing Steward Wu's breathing gradually become heavier, Nan Rong took out another vial of waste liquid and handed it to him: "This is what I promised you." She leaned close to him and whispered: "I specially made it using a secret method. Its effects are no weaker than a Tier 1 C-grade gene optimizer!"

The light gray test tube contained a clear, transparent sky-blue liquid, interspersed with tiny, silvery-white specks, making it a pleasing sight to behold, completely different from the murky waste liquids we usually see.

Steward Wu carefully tucked the test tube into his pocket: "Don't worry, I'll go and have a good talk with the young master right away!"

Ten minutes later, he returned with a cold face and didn't say a word for a long time.

Nan Rong understood immediately: "He doesn't agree?"

It was more than just disagreement. Steward Wu could tell that the young master was actually quite tempted, but for some reason, he was adamant and refused to budge an inch, determined to kill Nan Rong.

"I'm sorry." His voice was a little hoarse, a result of his courageous argument earlier.

What's remarkable is that the eldest son, who is usually extremely strict with his subordinates, didn't hold his rudeness against him.

“A low-level gladiator normally participates in one match every two days,” he said dryly. “But Master Nan, you need to participate in two matches a day without any rest time. This is the young master’s decision, and I can’t change it.”

"May I ask why Mr. Carol is targeting me specifically?" Nan Rong asked.

"This..." Steward Wu looked at her with difficulty.

"The young master said that you once cheated him out of his money, as well as other important things."

These were indeed the young master's exact words, and he was completely confused when he heard them.

Clearly, when Master Nan poisoned Ah Qiang, the young master didn't even know her. And those plans targeting her were proposed by the man in black robes. How did it suddenly become a case of old grudges between the two?
Nan Rong understood, and a bitter smile appeared on her face.

It turns out that the lie she made up with Adrian back then somehow got found out by Carol.

What goes around comes around; the boomerang you threw out has come back to haunt you.

Carol doesn't even remember herself. It's understandable to be ruthless towards someone who dares to make wild connections.

But it doesn't quite make sense. She has already demonstrated exceptional strength. Let alone such a harmless joke, shouldn't even deeper grudges be put aside for now?
When faced with interests, all personal emotions should take a back seat.

She couldn't figure it out, so she stopped thinking about it.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore." Nan Rong sighed. "Your young master said last time that I could exchange potions for points and Thorn Coins."

"Young Master did say that." Steward Wu pushed a form to her, which showed the exchange prices of various potions.

He lowered his head, not daring to meet Nan Rong's gaze.

Because this price list is ridiculously low, less than one percent of the normal market price, if it were shown to Master Stephen, he would definitely be furious and break the contract without looking back.

Nan Rong, however, was unaware of the price of gene serums in the Chaotic Starfield.

She quickly completed the calculation: "Twenty potions can be exchanged for a total of 3,200 points and 152,000 Thorn Coins."

"I'll personally give you another 100,000 Thorn Coins as payment for that tube of waste liquid."

As he spoke, Steward Wu transferred the money and points to Nan Rong.

"And the weapon you promised me this morning," she reminded me. "Can I choose it myself?"

Steward Wu sighed: "Young Master disagrees. I cannot disobey his orders. But now that you have money, you can go to the trading area to buy the weapons and equipment you want. By the way, we have an excellent craftsman here; you can also have him make custom-made items."

Following his directions, Nan Rong took the elevator to the 72nd floor.