Ninth class citizen

Chapter 282 You've done enough
As Steward Wu listened to these nonsensical remarks, his brows furrowed even more deeply.

"Blackthorn is a place that follows the rules. The death of one person is only 50,000 Thorn Coins. Yud has paid out before, so what's all this fuss about now?"

"But how can that be the same?" the man with the afro asked, puzzled. "Those were slaves or low-ranking gladiators. But Yud is with us."

“Nothing’s different.” Steward Wu interrupted him and strode out: “You all have to participate in tomorrow’s team battle. The one with the highest score can stay in this suite.”

The officer and Pirang wanted to stay and look after Ji Jun, but after regaining consciousness, he refused with his lips tightly pressed together.

The medicine restored his body to its original state, and the bath cleansed his body of dirt, but the wounds in his heart were difficult to heal.

Nan Rong looked at the boy who was wrapped tightly in the blanket, took out a gold crystal syringe, and placed it in front of him.

“No one can protect you forever except yourself,” she said.

The boy looked up, his eyes, once as clear as a deer's, were now so dark they seemed bottomless.

But when he saw the clear, cursive lettering on the injection site, he still couldn't help but gasp softly:
"Level C Gene Optimizer!"

“That’s right,” Nan Rong said. “You only have two paths before you. One is to continue to cower and live cautiously, only able to pray for help when danger comes your way—but you won’t be as lucky as you are today every time.”

“The second option is to use this potion.” Her voice was as calm as a person, like a cool spring slowly seeping into one’s heart: “But having abilities isn’t necessarily a good thing. You might have to fight tooth and nail, and perhaps die even faster than if you took the first path.”

The boy answered with his actions.

He grabbed the syringe and, without hesitation, plunged it into his carotid artery, pressing it all the way in.

Manager Wu arrived at the sixtieth floor without stopping and knocked on Nan Rong's door.

Before he could speak, Nan Rong said directly, "I won't pay a single penny for those scumbags, but I can get a 1% discount on the potions I exchange tomorrow."

“Nobody wants to fine you,” Manager Wu shook his head. “I just want to tell you that the waste liquid worked very well.”

"Oh." Nan Rong appeared calm and collected, but in reality, she had already seen the various values ​​that the jelly dumpling had displayed.

Steward Wu's physical attributes have reached the standard of a seventh-level martial artist, and he also possesses a third-level upper-stage water-based extraordinary ability.

Everyone knows that the higher a martial artist's rank, the more difficult it is to level up. Once they reach the sixth rank or higher, low-level gene optimization agents are unlikely to have much effect.

Steward Wu originally planned to use the first-tier optimization agent to improve his physical attributes first, and then use the second-tier optimization agent to advance to the seventh tier if he had the chance.

Unexpectedly, he was able to advance in rank and gain an additional third-tier extraordinary ability simply by using a tube of waste liquid synthesized by Nan Rong.

Although he's only at the third tier, he has an extra trump card, which could be a lifesaver in a critical moment.

And if the first-stage waste liquid is so useful, what about the second-stage?

Steward Wu now wishes he could worship Nan Rong, so why would he punish her for a dead person or a bunch of useless people?

But the potion still needs to be synthesized, especially given the uncertainty of how much longer Nan Rong can live.

"You have a match tomorrow afternoon and another tomorrow evening," Manager Wu said hesitantly.

Nan Rong immediately understood his unspoken meaning: "Then, the time for synthesizing the potion will be adjusted to the morning."

"Then could you...?" He quickly made a "two" gesture.

Nan Rong nodded gently: "I also have a request."

She pulled the boy standing behind her closer. His eyes were clear now, and he was a completely different person from before.

“Can you release him?” she asked. Steward Wu hesitated. “He is a registered slave. There are only two ways for him to leave the Blackthorn Arena: either die or be redeemed. Even I have no right to release him without authorization.”

"I see." Nan Rong looked at him intently. "Find someone to buy his freedom, and then set him free. You must have connections, right?"

Steward Wu's lips curled slightly. He didn't agree immediately, but instead lowered his eyes to examine Ji Jun: "If I'm not mistaken, he has already awakened extraordinary abilities?"

The boy looked up at him, and Steward Wu suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, involuntarily wanting to drift off to sleep. Something was wrong!
He focused his mind and immediately broke free from that state.

Disappointment immediately appeared on Ji Jun's face.

Nan Rong was surprised that he hadn't listened at all to her reminder to keep a low profile.

Perhaps because he had been bullied by villains recently, he was eager to show off his abilities as soon as he gained them.

She could understand this, but she was afraid that this would cause changes to the plan.

Sure enough, Steward Wu sighed: "A newly awakened manipulation-type superhuman? You used gene-enhancing agents on him too?"

"Yes." Nan Rong nodded.

“If it were any other kind of supernatural ability, it wouldn’t matter. But in the Chaotic Starfield, no one would buy a special type of supernatural being, even if it’s fake. Similarly, the arena would never agree to sell him; he can only stay here.”

Nan Rong frowned, about to say something more, when Ji Jun interrupted, "I didn't want to leave in the first place! I wanted to be a gladiator like you, to fight for myself!"

Steward Wu glanced at him indifferently, then turned to Nan Rong: "You've done enough. From now on, he'll have to walk his own path."

“Yes.” Nan Rong nodded and gently pushed the boy out the door: “He is still young, and his supernatural abilities have just awakened. Please take good care of him.”

When Steward Wu left with Ji Jun, who kept turning back, Nan Rong was already lying in bed.

Since we are not related, no one has an obligation to take responsibility for the other.

Nan Rong quickly put these things out of her mind and lay down on the bed to concentrate on studying "The Theory of the Origin of the Universe".

Perhaps because I understood the relationship between the first two paragraphs, my progress today was slightly better than before.

She was able to read through the third and fourth paragraphs of the first section of the introduction together, and even seemed to have a vague understanding of it.

Nan Rong was overjoyed. With this slight understanding, she read it several times in a dry, rambling manner, and then fell into a deep sleep, not waking up until the sun was high in the sky.

Breakfast was personally delivered by Manager Fang and his team.

"It's all the steward's orders." Manager Fang smiled broadly, his posture as humble as could be.

He was the one who led his men to clean up room 6501, and he was also the one who had Yod's body thrown into the Beast Cave. Therefore, he didn't dare to offend the person who caused the whole tragedy.

Such a major incident, yet the perpetrator received no punishment whatsoever, not even a penny of fine. This is almost unimaginable in Blackthorn, but it happened right under his nose.

Manager Fang had already guessed that Manager Wu's attitude towards this girl was not necessarily due to any scandalous affair, but rather because of her exceptional abilities.

True masters don't reveal their abilities. To single-handedly defeat Yod and his group, and achieve a resounding victory, is something even ordinary high-ranking gladiators couldn't do.

Most importantly, Nan Rong is still very young. If he can hone his skills for a few more years, it may not be impossible for him to challenge the ultimate gladiator king.

So he may witness history, the birth of an unprecedented female ruler.

With this wildly imaginative idea in mind, Manager Fang became even more attentive, ordering the servants who set the table around like slaves, spreading out a whole table of delicious food, and still constantly trying to add new varieties.