Samsara Space: They're all begging me to heal them one more time.

But this is not the complete version.

Zhang Yuan pulled out his last trophy from his pocket—a rough-looking metal part that smelled of engine oil.

Nero's homemade jet valve

"Although it's handmade, this is a modified part blessed with the 'protagonist's halo,' and it's also the culmination of that violent kid's hard work."

Zhang Yuan skillfully removed the stock guard of the [Redeemer] and aligned the jet valve with the energy transmission pipe.

With a click, it fit perfectly.

The gun, which was originally full of sacredness, now has a mechanical grip that looks like a motorcycle throttle.

This eclectic style, full of industrial violence aesthetics, not only doesn't feel out of place, but actually creates a wonderful chemical reaction.

[Modification successful! Acquired trait: Exceed Charging]

[Effect]: At the instant the weapon is fired/swung (0.3-second judgment window), violently twist the charging grip. If the timing is perfect, the jet valve will inject overload fuel into the chamber, greatly increasing the power of the next attack and adding a wide-area flame explosion effect.

Om-!

Zhang Yuan tried twisting the handle.

Accompanied by a low growl similar to the roar of a heavy motorcycle engine (Vroom-Vroom!), the gun instantly turned red-hot, spitting out scorching flames from its muzzle, and the surrounding air distorted due to the high temperature.

"That's the romance of men..."

Zhang Yuan squinted, as if he could already see the scene in the next battle, accompanied by the roar of the engine, where a single shot blasted the BOSS into pieces.

A sacred appearance, a demonic core, an engine of violence.

This is Zhang Yuan now—an elegant thug, a two-faced charlatan wielding power and capital.

Everything is ready.

Zhang Yuan put away his weapon, picked up his teacup, and turned his gaze to the vast and cruel Silver Sequence starry sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

This represents stronger enemies, more dangerous missions, but also... greater profits and closer access to the authority of "God".

Just then, a cold system notification suddenly exploded in his mind.

[Beep—Reincarnator has successfully advanced to Rank C.]

[Access Unlocked: The Guild System is now open to you.]

[Note: In the Silver tier, individual strength is ultimately limited. Establishing or joining a guild is the cornerstone for survival and strategic maneuvering among veteran players.]

"Guild, huh...?"

Zhang Yuan pushed up his glasses and casually tapped the newly lit gold icon.

A series of glaring data lines popped up:

[Requirements for establishing a guild]:

1. C-level or higher reincarnation privileges (already satisfied).

2. Pay registered capital: 5000 bonus points + one B-level side quest.

"5000 points plus a Class B branch line?" Zhang Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly. "This train system is even more ruthless than me."

This price is enough for a seasoned player to exchange for a B-grade bloodline with excellent attribute bonuses and no obvious flaws, or two powerful C-grade equipment pieces.

For the vast majority of reincarnators who have just reached C-rank and are still struggling to make ends meet, this is an astronomical figure.

But there was no hesitation in Zhang Yuan's eyes; instead, a complex emotion welled up within him.

It was a look that mixed memories, resentment, and... a profound realization.

My thoughts seemed to be instantly pulled back to the world before I boarded the train.

Back then, he was the top "gold coin black marketeer" in that phenomenal MMO game called "God Realm".

With his keen sense of the market, he hoarded herbs, speculated on equipment, and even monopolized high-level enchanting materials on half of the server at one point.

At that time, Zhang Yuan believed that as long as he had money, he could control everything.

Until that day, the top three dominant guilds on the server, "Dynasty," came knocking on their door.

"Boss Zhang, business is doing quite well." The guild leader, [Overlord], dressed in divine armor, looked down at him condescendingly. "From today onwards, we'll be taking a 40% 'protection fee' from every transaction you make at the auction house. Otherwise..."

Zhang Yuan refused. The consequences were dire: he was wanted by the entire server, and his corpse was constantly being camped by members of that guild wherever he went; his customers were threatened and dared not buy from him again; his stall in the main city was maliciously blocked by hordes of guild members…

That was the first time Zhang Yuan experienced the overwhelming power of an "organization" over an "individual".

No matter how rich or how good he is at business, he is nothing more than a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered in the face of an "organization" that controls violence.

However, Zhang Yuan did not succumb like ordinary investors; he believed in the power of money.

Zhang Yuan spent a fortune hiring three top-tier professional players from the top ten of the server's combat power rankings, including the Sword Saint [Liu Yun], who was known as the "King of One-on-One Battles," to form the most luxurious private bodyguard team.

"If you pay enough, I'll kill even a god."

At that time, Zhang Yuan was full of confidence, believing that with these three great gods, he could make the Dynasty Guild back down.

However, reality slapped him hard in the face.

In that ambush in the wild, [Liuyun] was indeed ridiculously strong.

He single-handedly charged through the crowd with his sword, making seven in-and-out moves with dazzling skill, and in just ten minutes, he killed more than thirty elite players from the Dynasty Guild.

But how many people from the Dynasty Guild came?

Five hundred people.

Five groups of a hundred people each were densely packed across the entire map.

No matter how top-notch [Liu Yun]'s skills are, or how unbeatable his abilities are, his mana is limited, his stamina is limited, and his skills have cooldowns.

When the three hundredth fireball hit him, the server's number one swordsman finally ran out of health.

Before he collapsed, he said helplessly to Zhang Yuan, "Boss, I'm sorry... there are just too many bastards, I really can't kill them all."

That day, Zhang Yuan was camped for 24 hours straight, and all his equipment was destroyed.

The guild leader of the Dynasty Guild stepped over his corpse and mocked, "Being rich is impressive, and having individual combat strength is impressive too. But in front of a 'Legion,' an individual... is nothing but an ant."

At that moment, Zhang Yuan understood.

To avoid being bullied, money alone isn't enough, nor are thugs alone. You need your own "power."

"In a world of rules, if you don't become the 'banker' who makes the rules, you'll always just be the 'player' who pays taxes."

Zhang Yuan looked at the starry sky outside the window and murmured to himself.

"That's why, when I boarded this train, I chose the support class 'Paladin' without hesitation."

"In Rank D, everyone's just playing around, and I can dominate the whole scene with my individual skills. But in Rank C..."

Zhang Yuan knew very well that the old-established guilds in the Silver Rank were definitely more terrifying and ruthless than the "Dynasty" of yesteryear.

If he remains a lone wolf, even with god-level talent, he will eventually be overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of those behemoths.

"5000 points? Even if it's 5 points, I'll pay that money."

"Because what I want to buy is not just a title."

Zhang Yuan downed his black tea in one gulp, then casually tossed the expensive bone china cup into the trash can, where it shattered with a crisp sound.

"Instead, it's a ticket to transform from a 'chess piece' into a 'chess player'."

Of course, Zhang Yuan was also well aware that even though both were data-driven systems, the Heavenly Train and the game "God Realm" which relied on numerical values ​​were ultimately different.

In the game, there are limits to the numerical values, and fatigue is a fixed stat.

But here, great power returns to itself, and the path of strengthening has no end.

Any A-rank or even B-rank mythical powerhouse could truly disregard numbers and single-handedly defeat an entire nation.

"Past experiences can be learned from, but they should never be copied verbatim."

Zhang Yuan knew very well that the purpose of establishing the guild was to acquire massive resources through exploitation... no, through management, so as to benefit himself.

If you are not strong enough, the power you build will ultimately be nothing more than a castle in the air.

Only when one's "personal power" is enough to suppress everything, and at the same time, there is a huge "undying army" behind one who can help deal with the minions and plunder resources, is there a truly unsolvable problem.

"This time, I won't make the same mistake again."

He straightened his collar, turned and strode toward the door, his platinum trench coat fluttering behind him.

"Target: Administration Hall."

"Heavenly Kingdom Armed Forces, it's time to go live."