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

Among the vast list of exchanges, Zhang Yuan's goal was very clear.

He doesn't need fancy healing spells; that's for babysitters. Nor does he need those cool-looking but ultimately useless Holy Light Shields; that's a skill only turtles use.

What he needs is a stimulant that will make the leeks (victims) desperately try to kill people.

Only when teammates experience the thrill of "one hit for 999" will they become addicted and go on a killing spree to earn a continuous stream of "tithes" for themselves.

Search keywords: low consumption, high growth rate, physics department.

The list refreshed instantly. Hundreds of items vanished like streaks of light, leaving only a handful of options. Zhang Yuan's gaze, sharp as a hawk's, instantly locked onto the two most cost-effective items, like a hunter locking onto its prey.

The first item was an ancient parchment scroll that emitted a soft white light and had a golden scale emblem printed on its cover.

[Apprentice Paladin Job Change Book]

[Rank: E (Entry-level)]

[Classification: Divine Magic/Support/Basic Class]

Price: 500 reward points

[Item Description: A contract document containing basic divine spells. Upon use, it will activate the [Voice of Revelation] within the user, open the [Divine Energy Gauge] (MP), and grant the user the qualification to use divine power.]

【转职收益：开启法力值系统：初始MP=精神X10。属性修正：智力+1，精神+1。获得被动技能：【守护恩赐 Lv.1】效果：想要守护他人，必先拥有坚韧的身躯与灵魂。体质+2，精神+2。】

[Note: "God said, 'Let there be light.' And so there was a resilient dad."]

……

Seeing the words "Constitution +2", Zhang Yuan nodded in satisfaction.

Many newcomers don't understand this and think that support characters should stay in the back and that constitution isn't important. But as a veteran DNF player, he knows the trick all too well—a Paladin's buff amount is linked to their constitution!

The more fleshy you are, the more toxic your milk supply will be!

Next, he looked at the second item. It was a skill book with a cover depicting a hand enveloped in golden light, tightly gripping a rusty iron sword.

[Skill Book: Weapon Blessing (Lv.1)]

Rank: E

[Category: Active Skill/Buff]

Price: 400 reward points

[Skill Description: Consumes 15 mana to chant a holy prayer, imbuing a friendly unit's weapon with the power of holy light.]

Duration: 10 minutes

Cooldown time: 60 seconds

[Detailed Effects: Physical Attack Power Increase: Base +8 points (affected by the caster's [Constitution] attribute). Strength Increase: Base +3 points (affected by the caster's [Constitution] attribute). Hit Rate Correction: Slightly improves weapon swing smoothness and hit detection.]

[Note: This is the best option to have your teammates shout "Give me strength!"]

……

"Job change book 500, skill book 400, total 900 points."

Zhang Yuan quickly calculated in his mind, "I have 100 points left. I'll buy two rolls of hemostatic bandages (20 points), a cheapest white cross (50 points), and use the last 30 points to buy some compressed biscuits and drinking water as logistical supplies."

This means he will not have any points to buy armor, not even the cheapest stab-proof vest.

In a zombie-infested scenario like Resident Evil, not having armor means that if you are ambushed and scratched, you are very likely to be infected with the T-virus and die instantly.

It's a big gamble.

They risked their lives to gamble on an infinitely possible future.

"If you want to be someone of high status, how can you not take risks?" Zhang Yuan's eyes gradually turned fierce, and the gambling instinct hidden in his bones—the willingness to put all the chips on the table for profit—exploded completely at this moment.

"Buy!"

Without hesitating for even a second, he pressed his finger heavily on the buy button.

"Transaction complete."

"900 reward points deducted. Initiating your class transfer... Inscription of skills..."

In an instant, the ancient parchment scroll emitting a soft white light transformed into countless specks of light, flowing into Zhang Yuan's body along his arm.

Contrary to expectations of excruciating pain, instead, a warm current, like soaking in a hot spring, flowed rapidly down the spine to every part of the body, as if reorganizing and strengthening every cell at a microscopic level.

Zhang Yuan clearly felt his heart beating more powerfully, each beat pumping a strange energy called "Holy Light" into his veins. His body, which had been somewhat weak from years of staying up late playing games, was now filled with a sense of power.

Crackling sounds emanated from his bones as his muscle fibers became denser and stronger. Although he hadn't transformed into a muscular hunk, his body's resilience had undergone a qualitative leap beneath that ordinary jacket.

[Job Change Successful: Apprentice Paladin]

[Attribute boosts gained: Intelligence +1, Spirit +1.]

[Gained Passive Skill: Guardian's Grace Lv.1]

[Learned Active Skill: Weapon Blessing]

Zhang Yuan opened his personal panel, looked at the physique on the attribute bar that had jumped from "5" to "7", and nodded in satisfaction.

[Constitution: 5 -> 7 (Guardian Grace +2)] [Spirit: 6 -> 9 (Attribute +1, Guardian Grace +2)]

A 7-point increase in constitution means his health and defense have increased by a full 40%. Even without a bulletproof vest, he's now much tankier than most newbies in civilian clothes.

More importantly, these seven physical attributes are the lever he uses to unlock enormous profits.

"Is this what it feels like to be extraordinary...?"

Zhang Yuan clenched his fist, feeling the holy light flowing from his fingertips, and then casually spent 50 points to buy a worn-out, standard wooden cross and carried it on his back.

Everything is ready.

It's time to find a few qualified "employees".

……

Stepping out of the black curtain of the trading space, the clamor of voices once again flooded my ears.

There were only 20 minutes left before departure.

Most of the newcomers had already found their teams and were making final preparations. A tense and anxious atmosphere permeated the square.

Zhang Yuan straightened his collar, slung the somewhat shabby cross over his shoulder, and began to scan the crowd. His gaze was calm and discerning, like a venture capitalist selecting promising stocks.

Too strong a team won't work. Those veteran squads, wearing standard bulletproof vests and even equipped with heavy machine guns, usually have a designated healer. Moreover, these seasoned veterans are not easily fooled; once their intentions are discovered, they can easily turn on you.

Too weak won't work either. Those students who are so scared they wet their pants and can't even hold a knife properly, even if you give them a buff, they'll just be sent to their deaths; the return on investment is too low.

Ultimately, his attention settled on a fully armed three-man special forces team.

The captain was a burly man, wielding a modified submachine gun that glowed blue; he was clearly a seasoned D-rank Reincarnator. While arrogant, such individuals were also the best tanks and damage dealers.

Zhang Yuan stepped forward, a standard professional smile on his face, and tentatively asked:

"Professional support, now a trainee paladin, with a powerful physical attack buff, looking for a group."

The captain stopped cleaning his gun and gave him a cold look. His gaze lingered for a second on the man's worn-out wooden cross, then looked at his unprotected chest, before revealing undisguised contempt.

"this one?"

The captain scoffed, as if watching a joke, his voice loud enough for everyone around to hear: "No armor? No healing skills? You think you can get rewards with just a piece of broken wood?"

Zhang Yuan frowned slightly, patiently explaining, "I'm a buff-based build. My buffs can significantly increase attack power, and I also have 7 points in constitution..."

"roll."

The captain waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away flies: "Don't give me that nonsense about builds. Early-game healers are worse than dogs, no damage, just a burden, and you even have to share some reward points for applying a crappy buff. Your outfit makes you look like cannon fodder who'll die in the first wave of zombies. Don't come near me, it's bad luck!"

After he finished speaking, his two teammates around him also burst into laughter, their eyes full of mockery.

Zhang Yuan stood there, heartbroken after being rejected, while a few sneers rang out around him.

Unconvinced, he then inquired with two other teams that seemed more reliable.

"Do you have a response skill? No? Then what's the point of having you?"

"Bro, it's not that I look down on you. Last game I brought a support hero with no medicine, and he died right in front of me. I don't want to bring any more cannon fodder."

Reality delivered a resounding slap to this future capitalist. In this cruel cycle of change, potential is meaningless; only the gun in hand and the armor on one's body are the real tickets to the game.