Back into the Slaughterhouse

I haven't been Eldest Brother for many years...

Early in the morning, Hua Qiang was awakened by the ringing phone. There was no need to think about it—it had to be Fatty Wang.

He picked up the phone and looked. Sure enough!

Hua Qiang pressed the answer button, and Fatty Wang's voice came through.

"Brother Qiang, you up yet? Let's hit the internet café—Fatty Brother will carry you to a chicken dinner!"

On any other day, Hua Qiang would have gladly agreed, and the two of them would have wasted the whole day at the internet café.

As for the excuse, naturally, they would say they were going somewhere to study hard.

The two of them had basically resigned themselves to fate. Bad grades, weak bodies, no hope in martial arts... what more did they want?

But things were different now. A new soul had taken up residence in this body, and it had awakened a slaughter talent.

As long as he kept killing mutant beasts and gaining Slaughter Points, he could grow stronger—and there was no upper limit!

With such a fine stroke of fortune, how could he still go fooling around?

How could he be worthy of having crossed over?

How could he be worthy of his talent, Dad, Mom, his sister...

"Uh... Fatty Brother, I can't go into battle with you today. I've got something to do today. We can play again when we have time!"

After dealing with his best friend, Hua Qiang got up and washed.

As usual, Dad and Mom had already gone to work, while his sister had gone to a classmate's house for training to strengthen her vitality and physique.

And on the table was the breakfast they had left for him.

Two corn buns and a big bowl of noodles.

Hua Qiang quickly polished them off, cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, then went outside, mounted his battered old bicycle, and headed toward the slaughterhouse in the eastern part of the base.

This base was huge, with an enormous population living inside it. Slaughterhouses had been set up in all four directions: east, west, south, and north.

Hua Qiang was heading to another slaughterhouse to work a day job there.

Not only could he earn some money, but more importantly, he could get Slaughter Points.

Entry and exit from Modu Base were tightly controlled. Ordinary people could only leave the city if they were Martial Artists, or if they traveled in groups organized by relevant government departments.

As an ordinary person—one rated as trash by the Void Panel—there was absolutely no way he could get out.

Three hours later, with Hua Qiang's bicycle tires grinding against the ground hard enough to throw sparks, the bike nearly falling apart, and himself panting from exhaustion, he finally arrived at a slaughterhouse in the eastern part of the base.

The reason he had chosen this place was that it lay at the complete opposite end from Dad's slaughterhouse.

If he caused a little trouble here, word probably wouldn't reach Dad's ears.

He found the slaughterhouse manager, showed his ID, filled out an application, and received a pig-slaughtering knife.

He was already an adult. Since he was applying for temporary work, the slaughterhouse manager could not refuse him, because the base had relevant regulations.

Led by the foreman, One-Eyed Dragon Liu Wuzhi, he arrived at an area where pigs were slaughtered.

"Kid, ever killed a pig?" One-Eyed Dragon asked.

"Brother Liu, I've never killed a pig, but it shouldn't be much of a problem!"

One-Eyed Dragon gave Hua Qiang, the big fatty, a look with his one remaining eye. A flash of approval passed through it.

"Young man, your courage is commendable! Killing pigs isn't anything difficult. As long as you've got some strength, knock the pig down, find the right chance to stab it in the neck, in and out, and drain it dry. That's all there is to it."

After briefly explaining the techniques of pig slaughter, One-Eyed Dragon stood to one side watching while Hua Qiang began killing pigs for the first time in his life.

He took a Yama Hook, walked into the pen, hooked the pig beneath the jaw, dragged it toward himself, then gave a powerful heave and toppled the pig onto the ground.

He pressed his left knee against the pig's body, lowered his center of gravity, and drove the pig-slaughtering knife straight into its throat.

Splat!

Oink! Oink...

The pig let out miserable cries.

As the knife was pulled free, a jet of blood sprayed out.

The pig struggled desperately, but under Hua Qiang's nearly 270-pound bulk, it soon stopped moving. (Note: His weight had already dropped by 10 pounds.)

Slaughter Points +5

Yes!

Hearing the voice in his mind, Hua Qiang immediately grew excited.

One pig was worth five Slaughter Points. Ten pigs meant fifty, and a hundred pigs meant five hundred?

Then he could advance to become a Martial Artist.

The mark of a low-rank Martial Artist was a vitality value of 150 points and strength of 750 kilograms.

"Well now, kid, not bad! For your first time killing a pig, you're this quick and clean. Looks like you've got some talent for this!"

"Keep going. Work hard!"

Seeing Hua Qiang cleanly dispatch a pig, One-Eyed Dragon could not help praising him before heading elsewhere to inspect the place.

He had only stayed beside Hua Qiang because he had been worried.

Now that he saw Hua Qiang could complete the slaughter alone, there was no need to waste time here any longer.

Driven by Slaughter Points, Hua Qiang slaughtered pig after pig. Before long, ten pigs in the pen were lying on the ground as corpses, and he had gained fifty Slaughter Points.

Hua Qiang summoned the Void Panel and tapped the vitality column. Instantly, the number there became 109.6.

A warm current flowed through his body. The exhaustion from the journey and the strain of killing pigs vanished completely, restoring him to peak condition.

His pig-killing speed increased as well.

By noon, Hua Qiang had killed fifty pigs and gained a total of 250 Slaughter Points.

His vitality value had also reached 129.6.

At that moment, he felt explosive power surging through his body. Strength seemed to flow endlessly from him; when he clenched his fists, they faintly stirred ripples in the air.

The people working slaughter duty in the slaughterhouse looked at Hua Qiang as though he were a monster.

Every time they killed a pig, they had to expend tremendous physical strength. Afterward, they would be exhausted and need to rest before continuing.

But this fatty in front of them seemed to have no idea what fatigue was. He had strength that could never be used up.

Wasn't he made of flesh and blood?

Why did he seem to grow more vigorous the more he killed? He even seemed to have slimmed down a little compared to before.

The chubby contours of his face were gradually revealing handsome lines.

One-Eyed Dragon was also stunned by Hua Qiang's display. He came to check on him twice during the day and even patted him on the shoulder, giving him a thumbs-up.

"Kid, you've got it! Born to make a living slaughtering pigs!"

Hua Qiang's mouth twitched. The hell, are you praising me or insulting me?

Who the hell is born to make a living slaughtering pigs?

Your whole family is!

The slaughterhouse manager was also alerted. He came to take a look at Hua Qiang and praised him lavishly.

He even called on everyone to learn from him.

What an honest young man—keeping his head down and working hard, without the slightest bit of cutting corners.

This made some people extremely unhappy. Some even secretly bore a grudge against this inexperienced big fatty.

Who worked like this?

Wasn't he tearing down their stage, trying to work them like dogs?

At noon, after eating and taking a brief rest, Hua Qiang began harvesting Slaughter Points again.

By the time work ended, he had slaughtered a full 120 pigs and obtained 600 Slaughter Points.

When he added all of them to the vitality column, his vitality value reached an astonishing 164.6 points.

And he officially stepped into the ranks of Martial Artists, becoming a genuine low-rank Martial Artist.

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