Every chess piece had its limitations, but each also held unique advantages.
For example, Cheng Ye could simply turn around and leave right now, dumping the problem on Ding Yishan and Halin.
"Who could've guessed that my strength would undergo such a dramatic transformation in less than a week?"
Just imagining the stunned look on Ding Yishan's face when he heard the news put Cheng Ye in an excellent mood.
There was something intoxicating about facing a difficult situation head-on and finding a way through it.
No wonder so many great figures in history had liked jumping back and forth between two political factions, enjoying the thrill of dancing on the edge of a knife.
"Of course, I'm definitely not going to jump ship. I'll find an opportunity to sit down and make sure nobody lets me leave."
On his way back, Cheng Ye ducked into a roadside bar and spent four Happiness Coins on two bags of Industrial Water Beer to celebrate his much-improved survival prospects!
In the Bottom Layer of the Buffer Zone, cheap brown liquid was the most affordable form of entertainment.
It cost the same as bland Nutrient Paste, but offered a completely different taste.
He took a swig. The cold liquid and its bubbles swept away the dryness in his throat.
He had to hand it to the developers of this Wasteland world. They really understood what people at the bottom needed.
Though the beer's flavor was artificial and its ingredients might be bad for his health, its taste alone beat the craft beer from some modern microbreweries by a mile. The toasted malt aroma mingled with a delicate hop bitterness.
He could even taste the much-rumored layers of flavor.
Gulp, gulp.
He finished one bag. Just as Cheng Ye was about to polish off