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However, "stealing" was now Little Fatty's only offensive skill. From now on, this child could only walk down this road of no return.

Kirk sighed and traded the [Helen Keller Glasses] and 5000 survival points to Little Fatty. This item could see the survival points, skill points, and so on on a contractor's body, complementing Little Fatty's [God's Hand]. Since he was going to steal anyway, he might as well let the child fall completely.

Within The Space, although contractors were ruthless and unforgiving towards each other, constantly on guard, Little Fatty had saved Kirk's life before. He was also the only person Kirk could trust. For both emotional and logical reasons, he should help him this once, not let the child end up on the streets or die in the next plot.

Deep down, Kirk firmly believed that to be a person and to do things, one needed great magnanimity and vision to achieve great things, and one shouldn't be confined by small current gains. If a piece of equipment and 5000 survival points could be exchanged for a stable and reliable ally and brother, it would be well worth it. Although Little Fatty was carefree and somewhat unreliable, during the newbie plot, he dared to take out his only medicine to save himself when they barely knew each other. His heart was good, his character was reliable, and he was someone worth continuing to cooperate with and observe.

In The Space, survival points, equipment, and items were important and precious. However, people, only people, were the sole determining factor in war. The most scarce resource in The Space was brothers, not general exchanges of interest, but brothers who relied on each other for life and death, sharing hardships together.

Perhaps the cruel reality would teach him a lesson in the future, perhaps Little Fatty would change, but for now, Kirk chose to believe in human nature, to believe in brotherhood, and selflessly supported Little Fatty.

Watching the bare-chested Little Fatty put on the frog-like glasses and the yellow-robed Soft Armor, with his little butt sticking out, looking as cool as a young Korean Psy, Kirk was speechless.

"Big brother, I won't say much else. Your kindness to me, this little brother, is etched in my heart. Next time, please take me with you to the next world, otherwise, I'll surely die. I know my own abilities. From now on, I'll be your loyal subordinate." Little Fatty was also straightforward.

Kirk said seriously, "Little Fatty, I've helped you this time, but let's be clear. If next time..."

"Big brother, you don't need to say more. I know I was wrong," Little Fatty's voice lowered. "This damn Space, without survival points, I'll die in the next plot. Your survival points were all earned with your life. To be able to selflessly pull me up when I was in trouble, I am immensely grateful. Big brother, I'll listen to you from now on. Without your orders, I'll never do anything foolish again."

Kirk nodded. Little Fatty's obedient and clever performance showed he was a smart person. If he continued to be so reckless, he would inevitably pay a heavy price. He believed Little Fatty would restrain himself.

Kirk and Little Fatty returned to the hotel and spent the night in Kirk's room.

The hotel was very comfortable, with Kohler's bubble bath, a bone-meltingly comfortable bed, and an advanced 4d game console. The two otaku had a blast. Finally, they could vent and relax after the bloody 7-day newbie trial, the psychological pressure was too great. That night, the two otaku even went to a bar to watch a striptease show, making the two useless guys drool and get nosebleeds. They were high until very late before stumbling back to the hotel drunk to sleep.

On a side note, due to Little Fatty's youthful exuberance (Little Fatty: "When did I gamble?"), he hadn't strengthened any skills. Fortunately, Little Fatty had only gambled away all his survival points; his skill potential points and base attribute points hadn't been scammed yet. After discussing with the life-preserving Little Fatty, he chose to fully strengthen his survival and endurance abilities. He instantly raised his Stamina to 10 points and piled various skills into survival abilities. His health reached 140 points, combined with his talent and equipment's 75% health regeneration speed, he finally managed to build himself into a makeshift human meat shield, no longer completely useless. The remaining survival points were all exchanged for medicine by the two, spending them completely.

On the second day, the two tidied up and headed to the transporter plaza early. There were still very few people at this time, and they were the first batch to stand on the transporter.

"Finally, I can see Mom and Dad." Standing on the transporter, Kirk's heart was filled with emotion. Looking at the slowly receding Las Vegas below, ascending towards the vast universe, his body rising higher and higher, feeling lighter and lighter...

Kirk woke up from his dream, covered in sweat. "So it was a dream. Thankfully, thankfully." In the dream, he had killed people, many people, acquired equipment, rare items, encountered Goddesses...

He checked the time; it was only 3 AM. With mixed feelings, he walked to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water. But when he looked up, he saw a mark beneath his sports vest! A ferocious, golden-edged, blood-red ghost head mark!

He almost cried out, covering his mouth and examining it closely.

The ghost head, ferocious and bloody yet majestic, could it be anything other than the Space Mark!

None of this was a dream!

Kirk didn't know whether to be happy or worried. In reality, he was an ordinary boy. None of the girls he liked fancied him; he was a typical loser. In The Space, although his life was cheaper than a dog's and the risks were immense, he could touch power, feel hope, experience the feeling of standing at the pinnacle, and do things he wouldn't even dare to imagine in reality. The myths and legends in the plot spaces, the heroes and beauties, the sea of women and mountains of wealth in Las Vegas, all awaited him to discover, conquer, and plunder!

A true man should be like this!

He couldn't fall asleep. He finally managed to wait until 7 AM, when his mother pulled him out of bed. Amidst his mother's nagging, he ate a hearty breakfast with a smile. Under his father's careful instructions, he went out to school.

Outside, this central city of the universe was already shrouded in smog, and walking relied mostly on senses. In this era, air pollution, water pollution, and noise pollution had become the norm in the concrete jungle; the trend was irreversible. The Earth's population had exceeded 12 billion, with people even inhabiting the Sahara and the poles. Due to the fragile ecosystem, natural disasters and wars were frequent. Although the country Kirk was in was not involved, the atmosphere was also very tense.

At school, seeing the familiar faces of teachers and classmates, Kirk felt like he had lived through another lifetime. He spaced out for a long time and then started downloading various Sanda, martial arts, and sword fighting tutorials on his phone, silently studying them. The teacher glanced at him but ignored him. Kirk had always been well-behaved; although his grades were poor, he wasn't annoying. As long as he didn't disturb others, they let him be.

In The Space, Kirk had been bleeding, fighting desperately, wanting to return to reality, to home, to school. This obsession had become his spiritual sustenance. But once he was truly back in reality, Kirk felt a hint of disappointment.

Now, he possessed strength that others couldn't achieve even after a lifetime of training. He had three times the Strength, Agility, and Stamina of ordinary people. His energy was incredibly abundant; a short nap at night was enough. His digitized body made him immune to all diseases. If he wanted to, he could quickly become rich and powerful in this world. However, that little thought always arose from the bottom of his heart; he craved adventure, he craved exploration.

When would he be able to touch his handgun again?

What kind of encounters awaited him in the next American drama world? What opponents would he kill? What treasures would he plunder?

The class beauty no longer attracted his attention. Yuqing was a million times prettier than her, not to mention the great beauty Hanyu. Kirk began to fantasize.

He realized that although his various attributes had improved, his combat skills and awareness were still at a newbie level. For the past 7 days, he had been downloading various combat videos online, hoping for some inspiration. He had also downloaded almost all the American dramas and locked himself in his room all day watching them, analyzing character personalities, and guessing hidden plots. In the previous world of The Walking Dead, it was precisely because he had seen the plot that he was often one step ahead and had the upper hand, ultimately receiving high rewards.

This week, Kirk was truly happy and joyful only when he was with his parents. He constantly found topics to talk to his parents about, as he didn't know if he would survive to return next time.

Under various extremely complex emotions, the 7th day finally arrived, and Kirk received a notification from The Space. Following the prompt, he lay down on the bed and soon fell asleep.

"Finally back!" Kirk jumped onto the bed at the Sword Bay Hotel. Little Fatty then pushed the door open and entered.

"Big brother, did The Space tell us what the next world is?" Little Fatty asked.

These two losers didn't have the money to form a team; teaming up required a full 10,000 survival points and a special team-building quest. Therefore, facing a financial crisis, the two could only form temporary teams, requiring each person to pay 2000 survival points per world. Without any team skills, it only guaranteed they would be sent to the same plot world.

"The Space just gave the prompt, asking us to be at the transporter plaza in 1 hour." Kirk suddenly remembered he had 22 merit points. After inquiring with The Space, it replied: "Merit points are rewards earned by contractors for their contributions to Las Vegas. You can go to the Upgrade Hall to claim your merit rank and related subsidies."

"There's such a good thing!" Kirk jumped up, and he and Little Fatty headed straight for the Upgrade Hall.

The Upgrade Hall was crowded; it seemed many newbie rookies had arrived in the past few days. The two found an empty spot, and across from them was Yuqing again. Yuqing saw Kirk and smiled sweetly, "Mr. Kirk, are you here to exchange for skills again?"

Little Fatty nudged Kirk. "Big brother, I can't believe it. You've already hooked up with one so quickly, and she calls you Mr. Kirk so sweetly. Has she drained you dry?"

"Damn," Kirk whispered lewdly, "Bro is never drained dry. As the philosopher said, if you squeeze hard enough, there's always something left."

Little Fatty expressed his admiration. Kirk said to Yuqing, "I'm here to exchange merit points for a rank."

Yuqing checked and her beautiful eyes widened again!

This inconspicuous guy actually had 22 merit points. Many newbies didn't even know what merit points were, and many so-called veterans who had experienced 3 or 4 worlds didn't even have 10 points!

"You can be promoted to Second Lieutenant, which requires 10 merit points, and you only need 25 points to be promoted to Lieutenant. Would you like to be promoted to Second Lieutenant now?"

"What are the benefits of being promoted to Second Lieutenant?" Kirk asked.

"Rank promotion is a symbol of your status in Las Vegas and the plot spaces. You have privileges in many aspects, such as communication with The Space and plot characters. Issuing rank equipment and subsidies, and purchasing rank materials also require you to have a certain rank. In the future, cosmic war missions will require a certain rank to be competent," Yuqing explained briefly. "You can find more detailed information in the Newbie Guide."

Thus, 10 minutes later, the loser Kirk became Second Lieutenant Kirk. According to the Newbie Guide, merit points were a high-level reward from The Space and could only be obtained by completing high-level missions assigned by The Space. As a resident of the great Las Vegas, only contractors with high ranks could enjoy more.

In the future space battlefield, only those with a certain rank would be able to enter high-intensity battlefields and enjoy certain command authority. Rank sets also possessed special attributes and skills that ordinary equipment could not provide.

As a reservist, the Second Lieutenant did not receive any gifted equipment. At least a Second Lieutenant was required to receive rank equipment. Rank equipment could not be sold; it could only be used personally or returned to The Space.

As soon as the two men walked out of the hall, they received a prompt from The Space: "Contractor 4444, Contractor 4445, please hurry to the Teleporter Plaza. The next story world will begin teleportation in 7 minutes. Refusal to teleport will result in immediate obliteration."

Afraid of dying, the two quickly stepped onto the teleporter and soon lost consciousness.